Name: Maia Eltharin
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Appearance: Naturally blessed with the fine features and heart-aching good looks of the elves in general, Maia has honed them to the modern pinnacle of beauty. Flawless skin, spectacular cheekbones set in a heart-shaped face, curves in all the right places and sardonic green eyes dancing with mischief, her appearance is a not-inconsiderable weapon. She is, for all her elegance, somewhat short, standing at five foot three, and – perhaps as a consequence – is almost never seen without a pair of vicious heels, moving with an ease and elven grace many envy.
Flesh, fur, silver and silk – these are the things that come to mind when contemplating Maia's preferred wardrobe. Pale to the point of bloodlessness, even for an elf, she has embraced the icy good looks nature's palette provided and, with the aid of modern cosmetics, a dash of magic and the best tailors around, enhanced it even further. Artfully draped, close to skin-tight, dancing with intricate silver embroidery, her clothes are glitteringly intricate and draw the eye from far and near.
Magic:Spatial: 16 – A prodigy in the field, Maia has always had a knack for spatial magics far beyond any usual affinity. Complex spatial dynamics, space-time continuum modelling, esoteric n-space interactions between intersecting metaspace branes...all of it so much meat and drink to her hungry mind.
Mana: 8
Lightning: 6
Earth: 4
Mental: 1 – Despite the best efforts of her mother and the rest of the Neon Court, Maia steadfastly remains a complete novice in the arts of glamour and illusion so favoured by her peers. It's not exactly that she has no ability, as per se, more a staggering lack of interest.
Technique:Queen of Gates:- Maia loves to teleport, ripping open the fabric of reality as easily as breathing. She rarely actually walks anywhere unless she has to. For her, eased by her skill and talent in the field, lunch involves a quick trip to Italy, and getting a snack means paying a visit to a patisserie in Nouveau Paris for her favourite macaroons.
Molecular Mincer:- Always keen to experiment and innovate, Maia's Molecular Mincer sends forth a shimmering network of ribbon-portals, hair-thin and effortlessly slicing through almost anything in their way. She adapted it from a spell in a cookbook.
Magesmith:- Still very much a novice in the complex field of enchantment and automation, Maia still enjoys it almost as much as she does the space-twisting complexity of her favoured school. Incapable of making much more than trinkets at present, she's keenly anticipating making more complex devices to do even more with magic.
Electromancer:- Able to work with weak flows of electricity and to direct more minor sparks and shocks, lightning magic is a recent interest of Maia's, mostly for its synergy with the more complex forms of artifacts and machines both mundane and arcane.
Skills:Bonjour, monseiur, madame et neutre...:- Maia is naturally fluent in French and almost as at home in Nouveau Paris as she is in London.
Lady of the Dance:- Maia's childhood upbringing included dance, etiquette and deportment along with everything else. Of them, dance is one of the few she's kept and enjoys.
Bio: Extremely young by the standards of the elves, Maia is a scion of the Neon Court. Founded by her mother in the wake of the War, with all the old sanctuaries split open by warring gods and mages, the Neon Court took to the cities and the limelight both, revelling in the adoration of the human masses and turning that into money and power. From its capital base in London, the Court's reach is long; it has a presence in most major cities, from the streets of Nouveau Paris to the skyscrapers of Tokyo to the thrumming bazaars of Mumbai.
The elegant, sophisticated elves of the Neon Court have changed with the times. No longer as in-tune with the rhythms of the earth as their isolationist counterparts, they have instead found different callings. From glittering socialites to the most in-demand courtesans, from the finest modern arcano-chemists and their delightfully narcotic concoctions to the most captivating dancers, the Neon Court's elves are masters of their craft.
Better than you will ever be, more beautiful than you will ever be, more powerful than you will ever be, is the silken whisper of the colour-drenched Court.
Come dance with us and be a part of it, even for a moment.Maia's mother is
the Lady Neon, the queenpin of the Court. A past master of mental magic, her glamours and illusions were turned to protection and defence in the dark days of the War, and in the immediate turbulent aftermath they twisted the mortals of London to adoration rather than fear. These days, her powers enrich the halls of the Neon Court to a splendour undreamt-of even by emperors.
Maia herself, though, seems cut from a rather different cloth. Despite all the efforts of her mother and a legion of Court mages both, she remains steadfastly indifferent to the mental magic that is the Court's greatest strength, preferring instead to talk to the artisans and crafters who maintain the Court's homes and weapons. Acutely sensitive to space, keenly intrigued by the building blocks of magic, constantly tinkering with one device or another, whether mundane or arcane, she is an oddity in the colour-drenched halls of the city elves.
This is perhaps why she's been sent to Arkangrad – partly to fly the flag of the Neon Court, partly for its prestige and the education it offers, but mostly for want of anything
better to do with her.
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