Age: 27
Species: Faeblooded Human (Rat Beast)
Class: Battlemaster Sniper
Birthplace: Saffire
Orientation: Pansexual (He/Him)

'On the world of Criddia, there lies a rather insidious fae court who has a multitude of plans... and part of that is cursing mortals before they're born to be their servants and soldiers. Some become beasts. Some became fair. But all eventually are distrusted by regular mortals, and are left to their own devices, or brought into the courts to serve.

In the country of Saffire, when Merceau was born, he would've fared no different... if his parents didn't decide to raise him regardless of what he would be - a young boy with small rat features... features that would develop as he grew. Despite his 'condition', he was educated, learning from his parents and the world around him. However, as he grew, his features heightened, and hiding them became harder and harder. He knew that his presence would eventually cause hardship for his family, and his two younger siblings (who thankfully were not afflicted with faeblood). With a heavy heart, he left home with a promise that he would still visit, but the stigma of his condition wouldn't haunt the ones he loved.

As he grew, his human features faded entirely, and decided to learn how to protect himself, enlisting in the Saffire army and learning how to use firearms and becoming strong. His condition allowed him some benefits - he was faster, and his senses were sharper, where in the war with Valerin he was known as the 'White Death' - if you saw his fur, you were already dead. In his service, despite much prejudice against him, he was given an honorable discharge after the war... but that was when he discovered faeblooded individuals were being hunted by the fae courts. Those who were found were stripped of their identities and made into faebeast soldiers - a fate he refused to share. In order to hide himself from their magic, he had a cold iron nail drove into the base of his tail. While it causes him constant pain, it does hide him from their farsight, and he took up a role as a mercenary to keep traveling. He knows his life can come to an end at any time, and decided to live his life to the fullest, taking the time to visit his family on occasion, and ensuring that if he dies, it will be on -his- terms; no one else's.'

'Mon nom est Merceau. I promise that if you hire me, I will complete your request to the best of my ability. So... it is a deal, non~?'

-Merceau Rongeur, Faebeast Pistoleer