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		<title>Maeve</title>
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&lt;div&gt;==Appearance==&lt;br /&gt;
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Though claiming to be seventeen, the small girl who sometimes visits the Broken Dagger hardly looks a day over fifteen.  Though her pale, barely-freckled features are striking, they have the unfinished appearance of youth, giving some hint that when she matures they may be perhaps even stunning in their beauty.  Blue-black hair seemingly at all times held in a tightly woven braid that falls to her mid-shoulderblades, she does not fuss over her appearance as so many other females might.  More often than not, the young girl might be found draped in over-large tunics and breeches that conceal a frame which seems completely devoid of any feminine curves.  Even her hands are constantly concealed in dove-gray gloves of butter-like leather.  Her eyes are a simple hazel, wrought of emerald irises interrupted by a starburst of nearly orange-gold about either pupil.  Sun-touched eyes that seem to sparkle with good humor at most times, accentuated by a cheerful smile.  If the girl takes anything serious, it is rare, and even more rarely seen by others.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Background==&lt;br /&gt;
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Very little is known about Maeve's background.  She claims to have no surname with which to give to others in introduction, but none have asked enough to gain a better explanation.  The simple peasant girl appeared at the tavern near the beginning of cultists attacks against the governor, [[Altias Bromn]].  With time, it seemed that the girl had some connection to the bartender, [[Mikhail]], though it remains unexplained to this day.  Considering the man's rather unsociable nature, that could perhaps be due to the lack of any wishing to question the man about why he sometimes acts much like a gruff older brother to the girl.  Through the bartender, she has grown close to [[Molly O'Neill]] as well, whom she still sometimes visits when the scarred barkeep is not around.  While claiming to have a fiancee named Glavain, and even having brought him to meet a few of the tavern's patrons, the girl is more often found on her own.  What a handsome elven man might have found to love in a little peasant human girl with a heavy, and sometimes rather annoying accent remains a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Most Recently==&lt;br /&gt;
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Much to the distaste of [[Mikhail]] of late, the young girl seems to have found herself in a very different circumstance for living.  Though she does not often talk about it, she has a far stricter cerfew and less time to spend at the tavern.  Still, she is usually rather cheerful and without any regret for whatever it is that has changed her lifestyle, and can still be found wandering in from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;h6&amp;gt;(Image modified from a drawing by Michael Turner.)&amp;lt;/h6&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/center&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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		<id>?title=Mistral</id>
		<title>Mistral</title>
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				<updated>2006-08-27T01:34:40Z</updated>
		
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&lt;div&gt;==Appearance==&lt;br /&gt;
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None have ever claimed that only those of Seelie blood could be ethereal in their appearance.  Standing at two inches above six feet in height, the proud Unseelie Sidhe is not the type of faerie that flutters about on delicate wings so easily plucked from the flesh of a tiny back.  Muscle and sinew woven in perfect accord in a lean frame, the man can be an imposing figure.  Straight strands of silver and translucent hair of a prismatic nature spill to his ankles in a shimmering curtain of thick silk, those locks causing rainbows to dance about the man's shoulders and the material of his garments when the light touches them just right.  So often, his exotic hair is pulled back in a tie at the nape of his neck to keep those strands from getting into the way of his movements, though the lethal grace with which he moves suggests that he is more than used to such impediments as long hair and the heavy cloak that graces his broad shoulders.  Uptilted at their edges, the man's eyes are no less exotic than his hair, those irises a resplendent mélange of silvered hues.  Lavender and aqua mix in an iridescent fushion that makes his irises appear smooth, rather than textured, the silver within forcing a glistened sheen to his eyes.  Despite the strange, almost 'pretty' nature of the man's coloring, his features are carved in chiseled strokes, their cant more masculine and handsome, without the tilt that could leave any thinking the words 'beautiful' upon viewing them.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is rare indeed that the man might be found without two broadswords, one strapped at either hip.  Though he does not often have the need to use both when fighting, he seems loathe to leave behind either companion, as he might consider them.  After more than a thousand years of life spent using certain blades in battle, one grows used to their presence, after all.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Most Recently==&lt;br /&gt;
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A member of the Queen's guard far from [[Myrken Wood]], the Unseelie Fae came to the tavern while left to his own devices upon a holiday of sorts.  With another of his court's guards-in-training who followed him, [[Moth]] was taken under his wing for some instruction on how to better protect herself from the dangers of the world, though his methods were perhaps unorthodox.  [[DarkAngel]] having been one of those to terrorize the one he chose to make into a ward of sorts, he spent more than one evening exchanging soft threats and carefully worded demands with the green-skinned woman.  With a rather stoic disposition, however, the man rarely finds himself running into too much trouble unless it was first stirred up by others he has made attachments to.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Sketch==&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Active Characters]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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