Merrick

Many things have been said of Merrick Mayfair, but very few encompass the full reality of the woman that she was, and still is. Preparing yourself to meet her is all very well, but it does not sufficiently encompass the reality in any small measure. First, there is the physical appearance...fiery eyes, waves of curls that tumble like the ocean in a riot of color about her shoulders, the almost caramel shade of her skin, accompanied by that enigmatic play of smile that she has mastered to an art. She is beautiful and aware that she wields power...one should not expect anything less from any Mayfair witch still living, after all.
Then, there is her wit, and the sharp mind that lingers behind the deceptive delicacy of this beauty. Earth, air, fire and water...every element at her disposal and so much more. Enchantress, vampire, witch...all words fail to describe and encompass, and only experience can prove the imprint that she leaves upon each soul that she encounters, my own not the least. One could call me biased, but I am more than aware of my own faults and hers. I do not need to explain them, air them out and justify them when all are so well known.
And so, I shall simply conclude with this: Merrick Mayfair is everything that you could imagine, and more still beyond the reach of it.
Louis de Pointe du Lac, anno domini 2007