Maeve Finouala

Ritornello

personality

Maeve can be a difficult person to read, perhaps partially because of her general reluctance to speak. It isn’t so much that she has any fear of speaking, rather she sees little need to do so and what little does come out of her mouth tends to be blunt and she isn’t good at disguising her thoughts. When she does actually speak, it is slow winding and all proper like, most of the time. Her accent sometimes slips in on the occasion, which is part of the reason why she takes care of her speech, slang from her home rushing back in the heat of the moment. Her fiancé can vouch for that. Other times, she isn’t quite so understandable, especially when emotions come into the mix such as annoyance. Or when she feels comfortable enough and knows the other person well enough to let herself slip back into it. Her speech becomes almost harsher, louder and a bit obscure at times, in some ways a reflection of her personality. Maeve doesn’t much bother with manners most of the time as she finds them wholly dual nature and thus ignores them, letting herself shine through. In a manner it has been a bit of a fear of hers, that she would get wrapped up in expectations like a proper lady... perhaps that is how she found herself in her current state. Titles, who needs them, she most certainly dislikes being framed as a stereo typical female. A proper lady wot. She’ll give other titles if they continue to insist that she is a lady and refuse to look past her gender as well as her race, failing to appreciate her and instead looking upon her as something fragile. Not all of them are kind, her phrasing isn’t the prettiest of things to behold and her accent is thick and at times hard to understand and rather colorful. The language that comes out of her mouth can be a bit vulgar and what really makes her... well who she is... is how she hides a part of herself, the part that has a terrible sense of humor and holds back her emotions. Maybe it might come as a shock, but Maeve takes great enjoyment out of pranks and other nonsense, even if her sense of humor is pretty immature. Yeah internally she wants to laugh alongside you, threaten you with juvenile threats. Hell she even is a bit petulant and goes off into her own world when she finds something particularly fascinating.

Despite her appearance and mannerisms, Maeve is pretty mature. Just she is pretty rough around the edges, she doesn’t have that womanly charm, just herself. Her normal demeanor tells her as a calm, patient woman that is a bit on the stoic side and while that is true, it is also a bit of a façade. Maeve doesn’t see the need to lie either, so she tends to be pretty honest even if it might have just been better to lie. Despite her demeanor, she is actually a tad hot tempered at least in appearance, but there are really only three things that consistently get under her skin, cowards, liars, and of course reference to her supposed fragility. She truly does hate cowards with a burning passion after all it means you’re just so much of a kid that you can’t accept the consequences for your own action like a babe. Still sometimes it is hard to get her off guard, for she is pretty rational and collected, part of the reason why she sometimes seems stoic; her expression doesn’t change too often. That is probably a good way to describe this mature semi façade, it is a shield of sorts as she desires to be recognized for her strength, and at times her independence even though her body forces her to rely on others. She is not particularly proud of being a faerie, for to her it merely means that she is weaker, something that she abhors in herself, this added sense of fragility which she is perceived to embody. This hatred of being perceived as dependent has only grown since she has realized her emotional attachment... and her impending marriage, despite desiring it. Maeve is responsible for the most part, but is willing to concede her wrong doings and fix them. It takes a special kind of courage to admit when you’re wrong rather than traipsing off, something that is true in heart. Despite her hard exterior, she does have a pretty large soft spot on her heart, she just doesn’t take to wearing it on her sleeve. Just a matter of getting her to open up and despite her quietness, she surprisingly isn’t as much of a loner as her demeanor leads one to believe. To those that manage to get her out of her pseudo façade, another side begins to show. She is pretty sympathetic, especially to those whose plights were similar to her own troubles. Stupid she is not and yeah she can be suckered in by other’s emotions, sue her for having a heart. Oh she also is a smidge protective, loyalty till the day she drops.

Its only perhaps because of her love that she is starting to understand that being not only female and a faerie isn’t weakness, that it is part of who she is... and it comes out in how ardently she protects the garden, a passion of hers that she never really quite wanted to admit.

history

Maeve rarely if ever speaks about her own personal history, but she will admit on the occasion that she is to plainly put not from around here. She would claim that it is her love of exploration that caused her to wander despite the clear danger of it by herself. She was a drifter of sorts, and never exactly found her niche, though that was perhaps because she didn’t cave into what she supposed was expected of her. The truth, well that would have to pried from her lips, and she overall avoids the topic. Her obsession with strength though seems to be connected with her travels, as she would say that she saw the other side of the fairytale that seems to be life for most people. Others might float on through their life, but even one hundred and twenty years ago in a bar she desired to carve every experience of the world she had on her so called soul. It was something her husband came up with, not her words, but rather apt. Maeve hated how others seemingly drifted on through life as a dream, failed to appreciate the beauty of single moments, how some appeared to be sheep before their fates. In the years of travel, she never became a sheep so to speak, and found herself preferring nature to the cities of the other races where she simply could escape from the falsity of life, masquerade, words that she might have thought but really could never voice. Her desire was to be seen beyond that of a woman and a faerie, something weak... it perhaps drove a certain hobby of hers as a form of self-protection.

If she looked back enough, the entire idea of her becoming a married woman was the furthest from her mind, especially with one rather flirt of a bard, would seem the epitome of stupid. Yet unfortunately... or perhaps fortunately, she did indeed have a heart and she understood the problems of rather drunk individuals. In the beginning it was similar to dealing with a child, his naivety still in a manner shocking her for he never seemed to have grown out of it. She was kind for a single instance... and then it seemed to hound her in every direction for to her he was nothing more than a child, yet she wasn’t able to leave him wallowing in his mistakes. It still seemed odd how she could have fallen for essentially a womanizer, a habit that was rather trying for her, but yet she did because while he made the cardinal sin of accepting her as a woman, he began to accept her as an individual as well. It was strange... for her that was, for it was only through proving herself, proving essentially that she wasn’t a groveling weak fragile creature that she felt she was regarded as a person with a personality, though it was only recognition. His prodding and poking, though, some reason he was trying to perceive her as both a female and an individual, and honestly it was rather confusing to her. Yet somehow despite his ways, she felt more comfortable, she was a person and through time... she didn’t mind that he saw her as a female, because it wasn’t mutually exclusive as he also saw her as a person.

He started to grow, and... she supposed she did too, but she didn’t want to admit it, because there was something else that had started to take root. She didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to ruin she supposed their fragile friendship, but it kept growing. It was her blasted feelings and while she was blessed by such a revelation, she at the moment cursed it too, feeling as if she was chained in a manner. It was utterly disgracefully that he essentially flung himself at every woman, it was never a habit she had approved of, but there was another component too. Admittedly, she had never quite been good with emotions and the truth was, she had something to lose now as she wandered. Every bout of flirting just made at the time her nerves crack more... something break a little more, because it was as if he was just bound to run off. She wasn’t quite being honest with herself, but it was essentially the truth and while Maeve would never quite vocalize it, she did not want to return to her aimless travels. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t happy with the solitude, it just wasn’t as attractive anymore. That fear for her nearly became a reality, it was just a doe eyed girl, but it felt more than that, so she hauled off and smacked him... shaking as she tried to drag the elf and explain in a few short words what exactly was haunting her. Romance... wasn’t something that she was exactly good at either, much like expressing her feelings.

For all her knowledge of the world, the idea of romance was a rather terrifying one, that to this day she had trouble grasping, at. Perhaps he knew that, Fayn... and perhaps that is how she wound up engaged... and somehow settling down. Of course perhaps the lines of events were not quite regular, but it suited her just fine, and frankly the idea of marriage was Fayn’s brilliant idea. She couldn’t care what the others in the village thought really, she hadn’t for years and didn’t see a reason to begin now. The only problem was... now she was left wondering how does one care for two children.

Played by Aphelion
[b]Odin Sphere [/b] - [i]Gwendolyn [/i]; Maeve Finonuala

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS