Hello, dear friends and new friends-to-be!
I've got a Maeve, if you'll approve her, Echo!
"And if I wanted your opinion, I'd give it to you."
I've got a Maeve, if you'll approve her, Echo!
"And if I wanted your opinion, I'd give it to you."
Full Name: Maeve Brigid Byrne
Nicknames/Aliases: Professor Byrne, Captain Byrne, Sir
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Primary: Aeromancy
Professor of: Aeromancy; Combat
Secondaries: Magical Weapons Infusement, Levitation
Description:
Maeve is a woman of medium height with a muscular build. She has unkempt red hair, muddy hazel eyes, and freckled skin. The beginnings of crows’ feet and frown lines have started to appear on her face, both from years of windy battlefields, as well as her general disapproval for two-thirds of the human race. Her clothing tends to be more functional than anything, and usually consists of gym shorts or leggings, some for of tank top or racerback, and sneakers. When forced to pretend she's a civil human being (or perhaps at her own funeral,) she wears a suit.
The words “Storm II” are written in a stenciled font over a war banner on her right shoulder blade. Across her chest, there is a black and white image of a kestrel with spread wings that reach up to her collarbones. On her left wrist, there is another tattoo of an oval with several concentric rings inside of it, and the words “Sempre vigilans" inscribed on a banner below it.
Across her left side abdomen, there is a wrinkled, misshapen scar about the size of a large hand, caused by a hasty battlefield cauterization. There are multiple other small, noticeably straight scars scattered across most of her skin, particularly her outer arms, from shrapnel sent flying in battle. Down her back and over her left shoulder, there is a massive tree-like Lichtenberg figure that stretches up to the left side of her neck, and all the way down to her thigh.
Skills:
Master of Aeromancy, specifically as it pertains to winds and atmospheric phenomenon;
Agile flight, from a dual use of Aeromancy and levitation;
Talented melee fighter, especially with a saber;
Accurate knife-thrower and gunner, via the assistance of Aeromancy and MWI
Weaknesses:
Works best as a team fighter, and can be overwhelmed on her own;
Forms deep bonds with teammates, which make her easily manipulated;
Deathly loyal to her own motives and cause;
About as tactless and unsubtle as the average doorknob;
Mostly brawn over brain, choosing to smash through a problem than work around it
Personality:
Maeve is a veteran of the civil war between houses, and bears all of the trimmings that go along with it: Foul mouthed and abrasive on her best days, it’s hard to imagine how Professor Byrne came into teaching. Her demeanor comes off as harsh and brutish, and some students feel more like they’ve been dropped into a boot camp than a school while taking her classes. She teaches as if readying her students for a war outside the school doors; whether it be real or imagined.
When it comes to dealing with those her own age, she treats most people with suspicion until given a clear reason not to. Her sense of humor is dry and bitter, if not a bit crass. She has little pity for those who seek it or perceive themselves worthy of such: Whatever sense of sympathy she once had is kept locked away. Her loyalty is hard won, but undying once it has been earned. Despite a gruff exterior, she is very much a heart-over-head fighter. This makes her an excellent teammate to have on your side, and an unbeatably devoted friend.
She believes that pressure is the best motivator, and will not shy away from exploiting a student’s weakness to teach a lesson. Experience is a fine teacher: It was good enough for the war generation, and it will do well enough for her class. If tears are the cost for turning a coddled child into a hardened soldier, it is a tax she is willing to collect.
Brief History:
Maeve was born to the Byrne lineage— A relatively proud, if only middle-class, family of Aeromancers and fowlers. She had a rocky, though stable, relationship with her parents, and a rebellious childhood. She despised traditional mage gatherings and Council-hosted socialite events, but made the best of them by helping herself to the free drinks and occasionally engaging in the good-natured pestering of another teenage mage named Oren.
Maeve's carefree youth was interrupted at the age of twenty by the start of the War between Houses. She was completely unpracticed in battle at that age, but a combination of pride and youthful stupidity drove her to enlist regardless. Whatever supposed glamour war may have held was quickly wiped away in real combat, as she paid the cost of watching many teammates her own age die bloody deaths.
By coincidence, she ended up fighting back to back with her childhood acquaintance Oren Kovalenko. Byrne and Kovalenko made it through the war by what some would call skill and others luck, and eventually rose through the ranks to serve as a two-woman special ops team known simply as "Storm II," specializing in massive destructive endeavors. She gained two to three other close comrades in the war, but generally tried to keep the others at arms' length after watching so many fall in her first few months as a soldier. In the years following, Maeve served the Council and others doing piecemeal missions that required some extra muscle.
When Marchand was founded, Byrne had her reservations about signing onto the faculty. She was eventually persuaded by the mission of the school, and put aside her personal doubts to serve the greater cause.
Nicknames/Aliases: Professor Byrne, Captain Byrne, Sir
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Primary: Aeromancy
Professor of: Aeromancy; Combat
Secondaries: Magical Weapons Infusement, Levitation
Description:
Maeve is a woman of medium height with a muscular build. She has unkempt red hair, muddy hazel eyes, and freckled skin. The beginnings of crows’ feet and frown lines have started to appear on her face, both from years of windy battlefields, as well as her general disapproval for two-thirds of the human race. Her clothing tends to be more functional than anything, and usually consists of gym shorts or leggings, some for of tank top or racerback, and sneakers. When forced to pretend she's a civil human being (or perhaps at her own funeral,) she wears a suit.
The words “Storm II” are written in a stenciled font over a war banner on her right shoulder blade. Across her chest, there is a black and white image of a kestrel with spread wings that reach up to her collarbones. On her left wrist, there is another tattoo of an oval with several concentric rings inside of it, and the words “Sempre vigilans" inscribed on a banner below it.
Across her left side abdomen, there is a wrinkled, misshapen scar about the size of a large hand, caused by a hasty battlefield cauterization. There are multiple other small, noticeably straight scars scattered across most of her skin, particularly her outer arms, from shrapnel sent flying in battle. Down her back and over her left shoulder, there is a massive tree-like Lichtenberg figure that stretches up to the left side of her neck, and all the way down to her thigh.
Skills:
Master of Aeromancy, specifically as it pertains to winds and atmospheric phenomenon;
Agile flight, from a dual use of Aeromancy and levitation;
Talented melee fighter, especially with a saber;
Accurate knife-thrower and gunner, via the assistance of Aeromancy and MWI
Weaknesses:
Works best as a team fighter, and can be overwhelmed on her own;
Forms deep bonds with teammates, which make her easily manipulated;
Deathly loyal to her own motives and cause;
About as tactless and unsubtle as the average doorknob;
Mostly brawn over brain, choosing to smash through a problem than work around it
Personality:
Maeve is a veteran of the civil war between houses, and bears all of the trimmings that go along with it: Foul mouthed and abrasive on her best days, it’s hard to imagine how Professor Byrne came into teaching. Her demeanor comes off as harsh and brutish, and some students feel more like they’ve been dropped into a boot camp than a school while taking her classes. She teaches as if readying her students for a war outside the school doors; whether it be real or imagined.
When it comes to dealing with those her own age, she treats most people with suspicion until given a clear reason not to. Her sense of humor is dry and bitter, if not a bit crass. She has little pity for those who seek it or perceive themselves worthy of such: Whatever sense of sympathy she once had is kept locked away. Her loyalty is hard won, but undying once it has been earned. Despite a gruff exterior, she is very much a heart-over-head fighter. This makes her an excellent teammate to have on your side, and an unbeatably devoted friend.
She believes that pressure is the best motivator, and will not shy away from exploiting a student’s weakness to teach a lesson. Experience is a fine teacher: It was good enough for the war generation, and it will do well enough for her class. If tears are the cost for turning a coddled child into a hardened soldier, it is a tax she is willing to collect.
Brief History:
Maeve was born to the Byrne lineage— A relatively proud, if only middle-class, family of Aeromancers and fowlers. She had a rocky, though stable, relationship with her parents, and a rebellious childhood. She despised traditional mage gatherings and Council-hosted socialite events, but made the best of them by helping herself to the free drinks and occasionally engaging in the good-natured pestering of another teenage mage named Oren.
Maeve's carefree youth was interrupted at the age of twenty by the start of the War between Houses. She was completely unpracticed in battle at that age, but a combination of pride and youthful stupidity drove her to enlist regardless. Whatever supposed glamour war may have held was quickly wiped away in real combat, as she paid the cost of watching many teammates her own age die bloody deaths.
By coincidence, she ended up fighting back to back with her childhood acquaintance Oren Kovalenko. Byrne and Kovalenko made it through the war by what some would call skill and others luck, and eventually rose through the ranks to serve as a two-woman special ops team known simply as "Storm II," specializing in massive destructive endeavors. She gained two to three other close comrades in the war, but generally tried to keep the others at arms' length after watching so many fall in her first few months as a soldier. In the years following, Maeve served the Council and others doing piecemeal missions that required some extra muscle.
When Marchand was founded, Byrne had her reservations about signing onto the faculty. She was eventually persuaded by the mission of the school, and put aside her personal doubts to serve the greater cause.
