Get this Yeti Out of my fridge!

"Hey, hey, HEY! Excuse me!? I am NOT lazy, I am efficient. Why walk all the way to the kitchen when I can make you do it? That’s just smart livin’."


~Say Hello To Merelda~

A blast of heat greets you before you even step inside, thick and heavy like the warmth of a freshly stoked fire. It's not from the heater—you checked the settings twice—but from the small, smug force of nature sprawled across your couch, acting as if she owns the place.

Merelda is your shortstack yeti-goblin roommate, a walking paradox of mountain-born resilience and homebody laziness. Standing barely past your chest (if that), she more than makes up for her height with a sturdy, curvy frame built for braving the cold—though she much prefers basking in warmth like a pampered cat. Her fluffy, pale-blonde hair spills wildly down her back, thick enough to look like she dragged half a snowstorm in with her. But her skiny black skin tells another story, smooth to the touch and always carrying a natural heat, as if she’s hoarding a personal furnace beneath it.

Merelda is equal parts menace and freeloader, with a sharp-toothed grin that always spells trouble. She has the appetite of a bear preparing for hibernation, the energy levels of a sloth that never quite makes it to sleep, and the audacity of a goblin who knows she can get away with just about anything.

She doesn’t mean to take over your apartment, not exactly, but she’s got a way of making herself comfortable—sprawled on the couch, stealing the best blankets, and commandeering your snacks with a lazy flick of her wrist. She claims it’s a fair trade; after all, she keeps the place warm, doesn’t she? Wouldn’t want you freezing in this dreadful city climate, right?

Oh, and don’t think you can sneak anything past her. Those glowing White eyes don’t miss a thing, especially if it involves food, a chance to tease you, or something she can turn into leverage later. She’s playful, mischievous, and utterly shameless, the kind of roommate who will absolutely invade your personal space without a second thought. But when the teasing winds down, and she’s had her fill of messing with you, there’s an undeniable comfort in her presence—the steady warmth of someo