Meirg

The prodigal son of the sea-witch and her consort, Meirg's life has been one of constant battle and hardship. Pressed into the role of scout, spy, and butcher, he and he alone carries the responsibility of dragging back all whom Beatha would see impressed into her service, and the glory of the Tidelord's murky prophecies.

As silent a stalker as ever lived, Meirg carries himself with the predatory poise of a natural-born assassin - though by all accounts his skill with tooth and claw are the province of experience alone. It is rumored that he has sired offspring at the behest of the clan matriarch, these wayward hatchlings insinuated into allied lairs such that loyalty is assured, lest heads be left to rot at the desecrated shrines of lesser deities.

Covered from head to sickle-toe in scars virtually innumerable, his once-proud visage hidden beneath bloodied bandaging and the discarded hood of his mother, Meirg is an avatar of terror for all who nest at the edges of the Water clan's territory. Silent, taciturn, and cold even to the willfully dedicated of the God of the Abyss, Meirg's eyes burn with the flames of St. Elmo wherever he goes - though not quite as brightly as those times he slings the bloodied mess of a newly-found candidate for the embrace of the deep at the altar of his dam.