Meteor was born in grassland, the sky visible through the cracks of a ruin and the light of falling stars witnessing her first breath. Her family said she would be destined for greatness as the heavens themselves had congratulated her but that thought was quickly pushed out of the herd's mind when Meteor grew up.

She isn't brave in the traditional sense; she skirts around danger as if it wasn't there but if a fellow Courser was scared, she'll be there. Easy to provoke to giggles, the universes mishaps bounce of her coat like rain.

Others say she's stupid, too silly, she'll get herself killed in the dungeons but Meteor thinks she'll do just fine.