Maeve
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True name: Maeve
Alias: Red Wolf
Race: Naerikk
Gender: Female
Age: 65
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 130lbs
Birthday: Zi'ida 3rd, 652
Birthplace: Augiery
Primary Occupation: Treasure Hunter/Smuggler
[/columns]Alias: Red Wolf
Race: Naerikk
Gender: Female
Age: 65
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 130lbs
Birthday: Zi'ida 3rd, 652
Birthplace: Augiery
Primary Occupation: Treasure Hunter/Smuggler
Appearance: Maeve's wild, fiery mane has been considered her most striking asset. She has often been told that she was "born of fire"; a smokeless flame not unlike the Aukari that are so despised by the known world. Her skin is almost a silky ivory tone, smooth and unblemished save for the tattoos that mark her skin. Tattooed linework graces her hands, the nape of her neck, and a portion of her shoulder blade. The most prominent are the series of geometric symbols she paints onto her face, between her brows and above her eyebrows.
Maeve's nails are long and filed sharp. Her eyes are an intense, deep shade of amber. While her body is built like a runner's, her arms are corded with muscle and her hands have known callouses from many a fight. The soft curves of her hips and waist are often hidden beneath a layer of leather.
Personality: Maeve does not follow the same philosophy as her Naerikk sisters. While she is predominately ruled by an ingrained sense of self-preservation, the smuggler is not an abrasive or malignant person. Her morals fall on a grey line, never straying from light or dark, and she struggles with a sense of self-loathing toward what she is. Maeve can be considered distant, aloof and difficult to get close to, with a jaded view towards people and life. And yet, despite her intimidating outward presence and her line of work, she finds that she attempt to do what is "right", despite whatever road may lead her there.
Fluent: Common | Basic: GrovokianMaeve's nails are long and filed sharp. Her eyes are an intense, deep shade of amber. While her body is built like a runner's, her arms are corded with muscle and her hands have known callouses from many a fight. The soft curves of her hips and waist are often hidden beneath a layer of leather.
Personality: Maeve does not follow the same philosophy as her Naerikk sisters. While she is predominately ruled by an ingrained sense of self-preservation, the smuggler is not an abrasive or malignant person. Her morals fall on a grey line, never straying from light or dark, and she struggles with a sense of self-loathing toward what she is. Maeve can be considered distant, aloof and difficult to get close to, with a jaded view towards people and life. And yet, despite her intimidating outward presence and her line of work, she finds that she attempt to do what is "right", despite whatever road may lead her there.
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History
When Areesa became pregnant with their first child, she returned with Rayce to Augiery, in order to prevent any hardships during the birth of a daughter. On the 3rd of Zi'ida, Maeve was born. Her life followed the usual constructs of Naerikk society in addition to her Rupturing lessons with her mother. But her perceptions and values were tempered by the gentle words of her father. Despite residing within a nation that treated him like cattle, he still held a patience and a love he could have only shown for his daughter. But as Maeve grew older, whispers were spoken on the lips of older Naerikk, reaching the others of her mother, who seemed, throughout the years to drift further and further from her father.
Until on the day of her 20th birth day, Maeve came upon her mother, standing over her father's corpse with a knife in her hand. Memories of those days were difficult to remember. Anger, rage and hate filled her core until it was nothing but a roar in her ears. Her own blades sunk into the flesh of her own kin, over and over and over, as tears fell and the her throat was raw from her screams. And as Areesa's blackened bones still misted, Maeve took her mother's horse and ran.
The years since had been a blur. Maeve never returned to Augiery. The burning mystery regarding her father's death made her bitter and largely jaded to the world. A seed of hatred for what she was and the nature of her people was planted but though she carried this throughout the decades, the Naerikk was determined to hold on to the values her father had always cherished.
Maeve traveled, never staying in one place for long, and worked largely in the underworld, establishing herself as a reputable smuggler and hitman for hire, for any who could spare the coin.
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