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Maeve Winterborn

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a character in “The March of Progress”, as played by VitaminHeart

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Maeve, as pictured in a formal portrait at age twenty-one, a few years before the dissolution of the order of the Dragon. Rah'von refused to stay still long enough for the painting, as a result the dragon shown in the portrait is a younger animal and it not a representation of Maeve's dragon.

Full Name: Maeve Winterborn

Nicknames/Aliases: Mae-mae (Affectionate) Maeve of the Mists (During her time as a rider.)

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Species: Human, though the Winterborn family is thought to have had some elvish blood at some point far down the line. For that reason they have quite sharp features and pale hair.

Occupation: Former Member of the Imperial Order of the Dragon.


Description: Maeve was described in some records of the Order as being a beautiful lady rider, though the writings may seem somewhat exaggerated, beholding the woman as she stands today. Maeve is a distinctive, if not particularly beautiful individual. Her features are sharp and generally 'elfin' in appearance. She has high, prominent cheekbones, a narrow nose, deep-set eyes and thin, pale lips. Her hair is a very pale blond hue, though at this point it appears dull, loosely tied, back, and in need of a thorough wash. It appears that she has been neglecting herself to some degree....though no longer having any money officially does not help. Her clothes appear old and frayed, made up of a rather haphazard assortment of items.

Personality: During her career as a member of the Order of the Dragon, Maeve was known as one of the more diplomatic individuals among them. She had been raised to be comfortable around others, even those of high status, and so was often used in the interests of politicking and keeping on the good side of various powerful individuals. She tended to be quite at home negotiating and discussing matters. It was possibly this tendency that led her to her own fate.


Skills: As a former Dragon Rider, Maeve was trained throughout her childhood to be a fighter. She is quite adept with weapons and can give quite an informed opinion on tactics and fighting styles. She is also very knowledgable on magical creatures and their behaviour. She is quite athletic and completely undeterred by heights, able to climb and take actions that would make the normal man weak at the knees. She is far tougher than her appearance would let on, and appears to be able to shrug off minor injury without much complaint.

Weaknesses: Maeve is very much out of practise in the field of combat, or indeed any of the activities she's trained in. She has been stuck inside the depths of the palace for the best part of five years, refusing to abandon Rah'von. As a result she's not retained the same level of fitness she'd kept as a rider. Beyond that, while it is not as immediately obvious on her, what has happened to her dragon has taken a toll on Maeve's health, and she is prone to sickness. Her link with Rah'von means that his death, or near death causes a psychic shockwave to hit her, something that it potentially lethal. Maeve expects that she may die when Rah'von dies.


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Maeve Winterborn's Story

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Character Portrait: Maeve Winterborn Character Portrait: Logen Oberon Danann
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#, as written by Castiel
"Perhaps we will." Logen said, bidding Edmund farewell.

Logen finished off his ale, gave a quick look around, and decided that he was up for some late night fun. He looked around for the waitress, but saw her no where in sight. Oh well. More action for me. He was surprisingly energized for the lateness of night and the number of beers he had consumed. He pulled his cloak closer to him, bracing for the cold.

Head tilted, listening for the distinctive footfalls of his first victim. He followed the golem from a few yards, waiting for it to enter a less-lit area. Logen kept his head down, trying not to draw suspicion, trying not to look like a hound chasing a fox. Guards might be around, human guards. Wouldn't take much deductive reasoning to figure out why he was trailing a golem.

The clunks of the golem stopped abruptly. Logen ducked into an alleyway, observing. A women blocked the automaton's path. He stretched his neck, releasing some tension that his skulking had built. A small blue butterfly appeared on his chest, slightly glowing. He eyed the nearby lanterns. They dimmed significantly as their power source drained, darkening the shadows around the golem and the woman. The butterfly fluttered happily on his skin, moving to his back.