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Character Name: Maeve ("Blanche")
Class: Assassin (prepromoted)
Country: Kanemoria
Age: 21 22 23 24 25
Birthdate: May 19, 602 AR
Zodiac: Taurus
Family: n/a
Language Skills: Trade, Dentorian (fluent), Atsirian (average)
Blood type: O

Curiosity started it all.

Her mother had been curious about the Colndor whorehouse's new patron, and, without even asking his name, claimed him as her next client. Maeve was the result of an accident, a child born on the rare offchance that her mother forgot to take her tea just that one night. In any case, nine months after her mother had sex with that client, Maeve was born.

She never got a chance to learn her mother's name, much as her mother had never really learned her father's. Maeve's first memories are of a dingy stone building on the outskirts of Colndor, in a room that she shared with five other girls. Sister Esmerelda looked after the girls. She was one in a long list of priests and priestesses who braved Colndor's corruption only to be corrupted and broken in turn. Sister Esmerelda drank, cursed, and only rarely prayed, and in truth was no longer a member of the clergy in anywhere but her own mind.

Esmerelda was never unkind on purpose, but she often neglected the children in her care. Only girls, up to ten of them at a time, lived in the little stone building, which felt more like a dungeon than a home. Maeve never fit in, but none of the girls really did; they were too few and too lonely to really form groups that could be fit into at all.

Maeve was twelve when she ran away, in a fit of rebellion that many children have upon becoming teenagers, but just as much out of curiosity -- both for the outside world, and to see if the world she knew valued her at all. To her surprise, no one caught her, or even came after her at all. She found a tiny abandoned attic near the docks to live in, and there she stayed until she was 15, when she met Blanche.

Blanche caught her stealing one day at the docks, and while he gave her no punishment more severe than slapping her on the hand and taking back what she had grabbed, she was intrigued by him. She followed him home, where he grudgingly allowed her to stay. After long enough, he began to regard her as more of a pupil than an annoyance, and in that regard, her curiosity served her well. Eventually, he relocated to Norey, taking her with him.

Blanche was an assassin as well as a thief, and even somewhat of a spy, when the money was good. He taught her in the ways of his craft, and she fell in love with him. Though he never seemed to return the feelings, he did teach her to love, and she was his lover until she turned 20.

Rumors say that was when she murdered him. The new Blanche -- Maeve, with her teacher's title -- offered no answer to the rumors, and pretended they did not even exist. She took over any jobs her predecessor had left unfinished without any questions asked, and in her spare time marketed her knowledge of sex and love to those who would pay her for it. She moved from the house she and Blanche had shared to a tiny apartment, barely even big enough for her, and made as few connections as she could.

She was travelling in Dentoria on an assignment when she happened to cross paths with a lord of a house that did not exist. With him traveled a knight, a pair of thieves, a dancer, and a man named Andrew that was a spitting image of Blanche, his father. Despite the time that had passed, Andrew opened Maeve's old wounds unintentionally, and she began travelling with the lord's group, dropping her assignment with ease.

Time passed, and she found herself falling in love again, despite the fact that Andrew was nothing at all like his father. The group grew, but someone was tailing Maeve, making threats, all because of the job she had dropped upon joining Kail's band of followers. She fled, and Andrew followed, and Pearl followed him. It was a mess Maeve wanted to avoid by fleeing in the first place, and she vanished for months while she tried to put it behind her. She finished the job she had been assigned, even if it was months late. She returned to Kanemoria. She burned every journal she picked up that began writing back to her as her old one had.

The journals never stopped writing back, no matter how many of them she picked up and destroyed. She tried to stop the habit of keeping a log, but it was something Blanche had taught her that she had never been able to completely forget, and something she had started to associate with him. Before long, she began peeking at the journals, both feeding and piqing her own curiosity, and then, soon enough, she began writing again.

The group returned to Kanemoria; she began tailing them in hopes that it would put her off traveling with them again, and remind her of what had happened last time. It did exactly the opposite, and soon enough, she rejoined them. They traveled through Kanemoria, through Atsiria, and she found herself unable to leave. And -- possibly even more than before -- in love with the son of her mentor.

Curiosity was really what started it all.

Maeve is usually playful, calm, and collected, with an almost careless air about her. She has a tendency not to think things through all the way or to take many things as seriously as they deserve. She has a perpetually lighthearted, almost amused demeanor. She often takes a perverse sort of joy in laughing at the smaller misfortunes of other people.

Maeve hides an almost crippling vulnerability underneath her happier persona. She attaches to people deeply and lives in perpetual fear that someone will leave her alone, even though (and perhaps because) she is the one who did the leaving with everyone else she's ever cared about. She's not eager to please or impress, but she does become easily ashamed of herself.

For the most part, Maeve is quite happy with her life -- in passing. When she thinks about things too deeply or too hard, the old pains resurface and she finds herself desperately longing for something better. She finds herself second-guessing her past and wishing she could do it over -- wishing she could let Blanche live, wishing she could never have run into him, wishing she had never left Sister Esmerelda's orphanage. She hasn't accomplished anything more or less than anyone else her age, but too often, if feels like she's falling behind her peers, and they are all running at a pace she'll never catch up to.

Maeve is tall for a woman, standing at 5'9", with a full figure and long black hair that hangs down her back in thick curls. She tends to braid her hair when she needs it out of the way, which is increasingly becoming a rarer and rarer occasion. She has dark green eyes and pale skin.

She has little to no muscle, using stealth as her primary weapon in her job as an assassin. She often wears black or bland colors on jobs, but the rest of the time dresses almost extravagantly, liking both to show off what she has and to feel beautiful.

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