Maeve the Harpy

Maeve resting at some ruins in the sunrise

### Relatives

Feronia (Mother), Crelyth (Father), Velaphine (Sister), Hysteo (Brother), Xela (Sister), Dhonoelle (Sister), Tyvenne (Brother)

# Maeve the Harpy

*"Even though we are not friends, we are not enemies either. All I am trying to do is survive in this world."*

*- Maeve to Raphael the Swordsman*

**Maeve** is a harpy character who is a lone wanderer with a colorful past. She's an expert at flight, acrobatics, and the fight against gravity. She uses her keen eyesight to hunt for prey or navigate through vast skies. She has a fierce loyalty to her friends and will go to great lengths to protect them. Though she rarely speaks of her past, she lives a solitary life as if searching for something lost and forgotten.

## Design

### Apperance

Maeve is a typical harpy in design; having sharp talons, a feathered tail and wings for arms. Her downs and hair are different shades of green while her skin is pale and face sporting yellow slit eyes.

### Personality

Maeve tries to be open to most people and respectful of their ways. She is aware that monsterkin causes tension in Malm so she tends to be by herself and out of peoples' way. She has no understanding of magitech and lives rather simple, compared to most inhabitants of Port Lesicia.

She dislikes killing unless it is a necessity to live, such as hunting for food. Her usual diet consists of fish, insects and small critters that she hunts from above though she loves sweets that the people of Lesicia have invented. Her favorite food of all time happens to be liquorice, even if her stomach can't handle it.

## Biography

### History

#### The Beginning

At the heart of **Sol Great Plains** there is a verdant and expansive ravine that is believed to be called “cradle of death”. This place is the home to many avian tribes due to its crevices and cracks that has given them plenty of space to make nests. As such, it is also a place of solitude for many, or at least to Maeve’s tribe. The little one hatched with joy and warmth on her face along with her strong green wings and hair. Through her years growing up she learned what she needed to survive in the wilderness. Sew her own clothing from leather and hide coming from flayed critters- using her talons and mouth. How to read the weather and how to scout for food in the harsh environment, like insects and plants in the drylands. Living up along the large ravine, she and her small tribe were hidden away from prying eyes. Occasionally seen flying to and from their nests that lay inside of the rocky formation, protected by the mountain walls to keep the nests humid and the harsh sunlight out.

All of this, however, was about to change for the hatchling. When she came of age, the avian decided to explore the world and experience the stories her elders has taught her. One of her favorite things to do was to fly out and stay on top of rocky formations to watch humans and beastkin go by through the desert, on occasion meeting them. She was interested in finding out what lies beyond the sand, to see the ocean, feel the snow. She had been in **Kaz'akk Desert** a few times, roaming around to get a glimpse of the modern cultures there. But she wanted more, and so, the avian took off to explore when she felt ready with her parent's blessing. Wanting to experience all that the world had to offer.

#### Start of her Journey

On the start of her journey she first met up with an orc called **Nogratt** close to the **Great Red Canyon**. Here, the orc talked a bit with the harpy and told her that he was on a quest to fetch some mushrooms for medicine that was rumored to be found in old abandoned dwarven mines. He had the company of another orc; **Frantuma Valentine** and the naga **Zethra**. Though the harpy could not fully speak the common language in Malm, it was enough to get her intent over and she was itching for adventure. However, it would soon turn out to be very, very different from what Maeve had thought. Not only was the harpy a bit uncomfortable in the crowd since she was not fully able to understand them and they were much larger than her but the orcs had a roaring voice that make it sound like they were always angry at her and she did not like the stare the naga gave her on occasion. But the party was lucky to have Maeve with them since her keen eye, flying abilities and knowledge of the wilderness made her guidance impeccable in the unfriendly and inhabitable Red Canyon. It did not take long for the party to find the mushrooms they were after; prickly pears.

It took the party three days, but when they came back to Kaz'akk Desert, they split since the mission was over. Maeve got some provisions and her own light rucksack as thanks for her help before the others went their separate ways. Spending some more time lost in the Kaz'akk Desert trying to figure out where to go from here, Maeve overheard a conversation between a group of human about a place they called “**Port Lesicia**”. It sounded like an exciting place so she approached the humans, asking how to get there in her very broken common language. At first the humans met her in hostility, but Maeve managed to prove she was no danger to anyone. She got a very vague description and was told it was a very long way by foot. Of course, she did not mind that too much and thanked the humans before leaving in the direction of the twilight. On her way she met up with an elven swordsman named **Levi Victillis**. He wielded a large blade on his back and he informed her that he was in search of an individual who could follow his legacy. The two decied to team up for the moment, and on their journey they chatted for a bit, Levi teaching Maeve more of the common language and more about the world. After two days of travel went to a small village called **Dernawd**. Here, Levi and Maeve met a cleric named **Tiamat**, also an elf. Levi’s sword glowed in brilliance upon their first meeting, which meant that the sword had chosen Tiamat as it's wielder, or so he told both Tiamat and Maeve. Tiamat was skeptic to this since the swordsman was drunk at the time. This is when Maeve was first properly introduced to the concept of magic. The bird spent her time in the town of Dernawd while Levi, who kept on nagging Tiamat to take up arms and become his squire. While the harpy wandered around the village, she came across a stall. The girl wanted to try some of the food that was sold there. So many shapes and colors she had never seen before. Though having no coin or any faint idea of what currency was, the bird just helped herself. She was caught immediately and was in for a beating before the elven duo heard the commotion and apologized on the harpy's behalf before paying for the food she had taken and eaten.

#### The World

When the two elves were done, and Tiamat accepted Levi’s proposal finally, Maeve told them that she wanted to hang around a bit longer since there were so many weird things around here she had never seen before. They fully understood and gave the harpy their farewell before they split up. Maeve continued to cause some mild trouble around the village while getting a better understanding of how the general society worked after getting her ass beat on multiple occasions. After getting thrown out from a tavern a final time she went towards Port Lesicia that she originally had planned after getting some directions from a merchant. More days of flying followed before she landed in a grove to take a break, but it was a short lived one. A thief tried to steal her rucksack that she had gotten from Levi and Tiamat while she was washing herself in a river. The thief succeeded but was chased down by Maeve in full haste. Being able to soar from up above, the thief had nowhere to really hide from her gazing sharp eyes. She dove down to catch him with her talons, missing a few times, almost diving into the tip of a dagger. But then she finally managed to dig her claws right into the thief's right side and shoulder, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground squirming in pain. Maeve looked at the damage she had caused and the bloodspill on the ground. She looked at the squirming thief, not sure what to do with him. After a while trying to communicate with the criminal only to be cursed at by the man, the avian grabbed her rucksack with her talons and flew off from the grove, trying to not think too much about it while hearing the groaning and yelling from down below.

With her excursions in the wilds between the south and the west, she managed to rest at a new town.  Maeve met Nogratt, the same orc she met over months ago at Kaz'akk Desert. The two caught up on stories and had a friendly conversation that lasted a good while since Maeve had learned a few new words since they last met. The harpy admitted that she gets easily distracted but there were so many new things to see and explore. She spent a long time in every single town and village she came across without fault. She had followed people left and right alongside making a few friends and talked to a lot of people at each one.

The harpy had seen half of Lesicia before she finally arrived at the port years later. Though monsterkin doesn't have the best reputation among humans and others, she had learned to stay out of most people's ways and just follow the rules set by society and the kingdom itself. She now dwells close to the port, living her very turbulent life. Trying to learn as much as she can so when she one day returns to her tribe, she has stories to tell for the rest of her lives to inspire the next generation of harpy adventurers.