Maeve

Name: Maeve

Race: Feyling Age: Looks to be in her mid 20s

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Class: Wizard

Sub-Class/Archetype/Path: Draoi Background: The youngest of three sisters.

Maeve was a quiet girl as was expected of her. Secluded away along with her sister. Raised to believe she was better than mortals, simple for the fey blood in her veins. That no mere mortal could ever understand what they lacked compared to her. Daily great storytellings of her father. How wonderful he was and all his “deeds”. The older one got and the more you heard the different ways your father was so great you started to see the holes. Maeve did, but she had learn it was best to just nods and smile every time. Father was a god, and everything he did was the correct way and he was marvelous at all times. Maeve had a certain wanderlust when it came to the feydark. Bioluminescent fungi and creatures bringing their own light to their dark environment. She took to collecting them and hiding the little jars in her room. Little feydark terrariums. She was only down in the Feydark to learn the way of trade with the underfolk that live there from her sisters. They were never very close, the twins were stoic each in their own way. One inquisitive at least, the other one would think she never had a positive emotion. It was hard not to think of herself as Elite when it was preached to her for over the many years of her youth. *Everyone should look up at you, even if that means they need to prostrate themselves before you.* Maeve remembers the phrase being said as one of her sister’s booted a servant in behind the knees to bring them down. Maeve wanted to smile, to find joy in the bright blue glow her sister’s room now had after she used magic to grow feydark mushrooms quickly over her room’s walls. Childish, little pranks were beneath them. Wipe the smile from your face and play with your victim, give them hope, let them trust you, then kick the world from beneath their feet. She was given scrolls and stone tablets from the feydark ancient and dark magic. Translate these, adapt these. She was the clever one, lowest on the totem pole in her family unit. Her studies did give her a more structured form of magic than her sister perhaps. A spell book, but still wild as nature intended magic. Witch, one sister called herself a witch. Maeve would click her name at the title. The Witch Maeve. No… witch wasn’t right. Wizard. Yes, that was a good start. She wanted a title, Father had titles. The Watcher, blah blah pompous such and such. Lady Wizard of the Feydark, for not all things grown in shadows are evil. The witch would leave to follow a pagan god, and soon Maeve would find her own god Silvanus. Nature was wild and untamed. She enjoyed these teachings and she was off. Leave one Stoic older sister alone. Adventure Hook:'I must stay beyond my sister's sight, thought my father's is endless. I must find my sister and together try to restore balance to the chaos we have caused under our father's will. Aspirations/Hopes: to prove not all dark creatures are evil. Short term: Make whatever a friend is, friends could vouch for character yes? Long term: to prove not all dark creatures are evil. Relationship to other PCs:none Common Magic Item: Seat Belt Deity: Silvanus Link to Face Claim: