Maevere

Information

Player: Ukarai

Character Full Name: Maevere Goldthorn

Character In-Game Name: Maevere

Nickname(s): Mae

Association(s): Silvermoon,The Shattered Sun Offensive, The Argent Crusade

Race: Blood Elf

Class: Rogue

Age: 235

Sex: Female

Hair: Long hair drapes over her shoulders and down her back.

Eyes: Fel Green

Weight: 128 lbs.

Height: 5'8"

Appearance

She stands a little below average height for a female of her race, bearing a lithe, agile frame, often seen in a set of leather armor and a tabard of the Shattered Sun. Her eyes are a lively bright green and her hair is well looked after.

Personality

Maevere tries her best to get on everyone's good side, thinking highly of everyone's opinion. She's quick to consider new ideas and even quicker to put them to use. She takes pride in knowing that she is adaptable. Whatever the situation may be, she - more often than not - will come up with a way to deal with it, or quietly make an exit.

She isn't without weakness, however. Despite her adaptability, Maevere can't seem to overcome the bitter selfishness of her childhood. She mostly keeps it to herself, but it often shows in the daily choices she makes. If someone unknowingly dropped a pouch of coins, she'd be the first to take it without showing a speck of guilt. She's fine with darker pursuits so long as nobody hears about them. Her own reputation is very important to her.

History

- I -

Maevere was born to a family of huntsmen in Silvermoon. Her parents ran a shop where they sold herbs, hunting gear, hides, and meat. Maevere's father hunted the game and her mother gathered plants. She took a great interest in everything her parents did, be it bartering, archery, skinning, or herbalism. She was eager to learn it all.

She held a great respect for her parents and never stood out of line, always doing as she was asked. She often accompanied them when they ventured off into the woods. They'd tell her about the different herbs and wildlife that were native to their homeland, eventually teaching her how to use and care for a bow, fletch her own arrows, and adjust for shooting over longer distances.

Her father hoped that she would join the Farstriders when she came of age, but she didn't like the idea. She wasn't as noble and pure as her parents thought. When the sun fell below the horizon and the moon rose high in the sky, Maevere would sneak out and wander the streets of Silvermoon, getting herself into all sorts of trouble. She'd pick the pockets of the unwary and steal from those who were unfortunate enough to leave their doors unlocked, all without alerting her parents.

She soon befriended a more unsavory crowd of lowlife rogues and thieves. Maevere would hang around them when she wasn't learning life skills from her parents, often engaging in challenges to prove who was the most cunning, the lightest on their feet, or the most daring. Her new friends taught her to pick locks and fight with daggers in exchange for herbs, which they would then turn into poison. Her growing knowledge of plants proved to be a valuable asset to the group.

The years passed relatively quickly. She kept herself busy with a wide variety of activities, such as hunting game and gathering herbs with her parents, dueling and flirting with her friends, and learning to mix poisons. Maevere was carefree and adaptable. She was always looking for new ways to improve her skills and put them to the test.

Much to the surprise of her friends, her parents trusted her enough to watch over the shop while they were off hunting, and she did not disappoint. Maevere was a shrewd, charismatic negotiator, raking in more coin than her parents could for the same items.

She couldn't have been more content with her life.

- II -

The attack on Silvermoon left Maevere battered and bruised. She had cheated death, but she didn't consider herself lucky. Her parents and most of her friends had been killed, and their shop was left to rot in the western half of Silvermoon. She hadn't known loss like this before.

Maevere and her remaining friends struggled to rebuild their lives, now coping with the corruption of the Sunwell and the addiction that it brought. She eventually learned to absorb Fel and, in doing so, sealed her fate. She gained fel green eyes, becoming a Blood Elf. Her people split from the Alliance and she continued her training with what little friends she had left.

With Silvermoon rebuilt, Maevere began to think about her new role as a Blood Elf. She had become skilled in herbalism, marksmanship, poisons, and could hold her own in a fight, be it with daggers or throwing knives. She ventured to the Isle of Quel'danas after her people aligned themselves with the Horde, eventually joining the ranks of the Shattered Sun Offensive in their goal to stop Prince Kael'thas. She was honored to have played a role in the reclaiming of the Sunwell as a Marskman of the Shattered Sun.

When the Sunwell was restored, she took it upon herself to help pick off stray demons wandering Quel'danas, though - with the restoration of the Sunwell - she no longer had to resort to Fel to feed her arcane addiction. She left when there were no more of their ilk tainting the isle and moved on to the next big threat.

The Scourge that had ran rampant through the city of Silvermoon all those years ago were rising to power in the North and, yet again, the world was in danger. She was to play another minor roll in saving Azeroth, though her poisons would be of no use here. She soon adapted to aiming for the head.

Although she never participated in any major battles against the Scourge in Northrend, she helped thin their numbers and proved useful when it came to providing medicinal herbs or dressing wounds. She found herself hunting and tracking game in the Grizzly Hills, trekking through the frozen tundras of Dragonblight, and picking rare plants in the Storm Peaks. She provided Argent camps with fresh meat and warm hides, all for a highly discounted price.

The fall of the Lich King brought forth a new chapter, highly reminiscent of the days prior to Silvermoon's sacking. Her days are filled with idle banter, hunts, and herbs, always searching for the next adventure... Be it an opportunity to steal someone's silver, or save someone's life. Only time will tell what dawn will bring.

Skills and Abilities

Spotter: A trained marksman has a heightened perception, allowing her to notice things that the average joe might not.

Golden Thorn: Maevere's charming, but every rose has its thorn. She has a greater knowledge of herbs and poisons, so she can tell you what's what, how much of this, and why you shouldn't eat that.

A Northrend Story: The only way to kill the walking dead is a blow to the head... Or better yet, an arrow in the eye. She has enhanced accuracy when it comes to hitting the head of a fast moving target, along with better knowledge on surviving harsh conditions.