All the great artists find inspiration from the world around them. There's more life in a forest glade than all the major cities combined.
Social Rank: 7
Concept: Nature-loving Apothecary
Marital Status: single
Hair Color: Dark Red
Eye Color: Blue-Violet
Description: Maeve is a wild, untamed looking woman, with a sense of peace and serenity about her. Her dark red hair is almost brown, and perpetually back in a messy braid, ornamented with flowers, feathers, or whatever bit of nature calls to her. Her deep blue eyes flicker violet on occasional, full of an ancient wisdom beyond her young years. Her features are youthful, with an adorable button nose spattered with freckles, and a bow mouth that smiles or scowls brilliantly. She wears her emotions openly, occasionally too much so, and her speaking voice carries a melody of birdsong on the wind.
Personality: Maeve loves nature. She loves animals, the plants and flowering things around her. She loves the strength found in trees, in mountains, and finds a city something of a child trying to hard to emulate what the earth creates naturally. The people in cities are confounding, confusing creatures and it makes her feel out of place on occasion. She doesn't exactly hate the other cultures, but more finds them completely confounding. She appreciates the artistry and beauty they try to create but can't help compare them to a patch of wildflowers in a forest glade. She gets frustrated easily, but knows how to keep herself calm, and work through things. She's extremely brilliant, and she uses that to adapt, even if she doesn't quite fit in.
Background: Maeve grew up in the wilds. Her town could barely be called such, civilized only to the point that the clan could be ignored and overlooked. They never had much in terms of wealth, well? in any obvious sense. They were, to a man and woman, hunters and scouts, trading pelts and guide contracts to travelers that wanted to traverse their little corner of the North. Maeve's mother had the only unique role, the Clan Healer. She was the defacto leader, mostly because if anyone got hurt and angered her, she'd make their life even worse. A stern woman, with a strong conscious, she raised her daughter in much the same way, fostering her natural love of nature and the spirits contained within. She was, in essence, the Town Shaman as well, though allowed her daughter to take on most of those duties before she was an adult. Maeve didn't mind. She had natural gifts to share with her people.
Whenever possible, Maeve walked the wilds surrounding the collection of huts and longhouse that made up the town. She grew to know the land better than anyone, occasionally seeming a little.. odd to people. She simply thought she was making friends with the trees, the plants, and the animals she came upon. She liked the world around her better than most people, to be honest. She grew to understand the way plants worked with people, how to extract the vital ingredients from them, and make extremely potent elixirs and poisons. She outshone her mother in this, especially when she discovered the flowering wintergreen suncatcher, a plant common in her area, and rare elsewhere. She was able to distill the essential oils from the suncatcher and create a salve that could heal almost any wound she came across. So pleased with herself, she wanted to make the town flourish and benefit from her discovery, so she traveled to the Redrain Keep to present the royal family with her own batch.
She decided to stay. She never said why, but something about the people she met there, about the feeling she had just made her decide that she was going to be the Royal Apothecary. The Redrains were a little taken aback, but, really, they couldn't honestly figure out why it would be a bad idea. She stayed with them, to be their personal Apothecary, and travelled with the family to Arx, to watch over them, and make sure nothing happens to them.