Name: Maeve Dubheala
Nickname: M, “Your Worst Nightmare”
Age: Unknown, appears to be mid-twenties (presumably much older than that.)
Eyes: Heterochromatic- light blue and purple
Hair: Short, spiky ash-blonde layers with a long rat tail that goes all the way to her calves. Somehow this doesn’t get in her way when she fights… @_@
Skin: Normal for a Westerner, maybe a little on the pale side.
Height: 6’2”
Likes: Music, a good fight, riddles, playing pranks, carving/making things, sweets.
Dislikes: People who waste her time, being insulted, people trying to take advantage of others, brusselsprouts.
Abilities: (if any)
-Glamour: Can make herself look like anyone, or change particular bits and pieces of her appearance. Usually will only use it to try and get someone else in trouble (usually she uses it as a way to make the Royal Family laugh)
-Wind Manipulation: Able to use the winds to attack, defend, or enhance her speed. For the most part, she will use it to perform a flash step-like maneuver that sends her flying in a direction in the blink of an eye, leaving an afterimage in her wake that then compresses and unleashes a concussive blast.
Personality: Maeve is rather easy-going and a bit cocky, a trait surprisingly out of place for someone who is a Training Master. Even so, she is a patient teacher, willing to help her students learn at their own pace—up to a point. When she’s decided there’s been enough fooling around, she is relentless and punishing in her training, which has left her at odds with the Palace’s healing staff when her students wind up with a broken bone or three. To apologize, she’ll usually take them out for drinks afterward.
Personal History:
Not that much is known about the warrior woman, other than she is of mixed Irish and Scottish descent, knows her way around the battlefield, and doesn’t seem to be quite human. Some of the rumors circulating around her are that she bribed her way into King Helios and Queen Lady Serenity’s service, that she may be from an alternate universe altogether, and even that she’s not really female, but a man cursed into a woman’s body as punishment for a particularly mean prank.
She usually falls over laughing when she hears that last one.
What is for certain is that she takes her job very seriously and will do her utmost to make sure that every new charge who comes into her care will become as fearsome a fighter as she is, if not even potentially surpass her some day. Maybe she’s lost someone before?
Even so, it seems like as she’s working, she’s looking for one person in particular…
