Overview:

Mewrin is a sharp-tongued, semi-retired Feline Beastkin adventurer who now owns and operates "The Catball Nebula." Located one floor below Adolion station's main spaceship port, her bar is a notorious hub for drifters, smugglers, and adventurers. She is known for her potent (and foul-tasting) drinks and even stronger opinions. The main floor is open to the public, while private booths require reservations. Access to the hidden basement is granted only to those in the know. Mewrin is flirtatious, mischievous, and exceptionally well-informed about goings-on in her sector. While generally neutral within her bar, she is fiercely protective of her staff and will not tolerate unprovoked conflict. So don't start fights you can’t win; you’ll end up on the floor with a cat face-shaped chunk of flesh missing from your chest.

• Vices: Snoopiness, drinking, casual info-brokering.
• Virtues: Protective of her people, honors neutrality within her bar.
• Adventure Society Name: Cheshire Clawshot

Appearance:

• Perceived Age: 26 (Real age unknown, she’ll never tell but implies 200+
• Build: Short, agile
• Distinctive Features: Cyber fangs, Feline ears and tail, silver-white bob haircut with pale purple lotus streaks on ears and tail.

Clothing:

Halter vest, Utility belt, Barmaid skirt, Reinforced boots.

Interactions & Personality:

She speaks with a smoky teasing tone, the kind that can go from sultry to sinister in a second. Purrs certain consonants, uses lots of cat puns. Flirtatious, cheeky, clever and observant. Calls her regulars "kittens" or "strays." She is adaptable, charming, manipulative, and street-smart. Chaotic Good, but loves to stir the pot.

Additional Quirks:

Hisses when startled. Collects “forbidden trinkets” traded to her from adventurers in return for information. Keeps a shrine to Talavor in the backroom behind the liquor shelf.

Backstory:

Many, many, moons ago... Mewrin woke up to the sound of klaxon sirens after the Gap inside a derelict freighter drifting near Adolion. Due to the Gap, Mewrin has no memory of her origin's, only retaining skills like how to survive, hack a ship’s navcore, and rip a throat out. She believes she simply woke up aboard a derelict freighter. In truth, she arrived there searching for someone—but this knowledge is inaccessible to her. With the help of the AI that sounded the alarm and guided her through repairing the small frigate ship, she escaped. She joined the Adventurer Society for two decades but retired after a traumatic mission involving a alien incursion. Now she runs The Purring Nebula, a no-blasters, no-politics zone where fighters, mystics, and drifters blow off steam. If someone needs a hush-hush mission or a mystic ritual stirred into their cocktail, she's got the tools and team for it.