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Maeve Butler

Calm is a skill.

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a character in “Hadean”, as played by druidquest

Description

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Theme 1 – SMOKE - (K)NoW_NAME:R·O·N
Theme 2 – What Was Created By God - Keita Haga, Ryo Kawasaki
Theme 3 – Xion's Theme - Yoko Shimomura
Theme 4 - Judgement (Night Version) - Kensuke Ushio
Theme 5 - Sleepwalk - Forrest Day
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Full Name: Maeve Butler
Alias: Lig-na-Paiste
Age: 30
Gender: Female ⚧
Ethnicity: Irish

Hair: Maeve has short black hair, with several large white streaks caused by the shock of her initial transformations.

Eye color: Maeve has dark, grey eyes. Her facial muscles are unusually stiff as a side effect of her powers, causing her eyes to often appear listless.

Body: Maeve is a towering, muscular woman with long limbs who tends to loom over others.

Height: 7'2" || 219 cm

Weight: 242 lbs || 110 kg

Hometown: Derry, Ireland

Affiliation(s): Fomóraigh

Face Claim: Ozen the Immovable - Made in Abyss

Personality: Maeve is a mild mannered and friendly sort, easy to talk to and get along with. She's reasonable and principled, which may surprise others due to her occupation, and quick to keep her "coworkers" from getting out of hand. She speaks softly, and keeps her movements measured. To most, she is impeccably calm and rational - an oasis of peace in the underworld.
Look closer, however, and her behavior is revealed to be as much a mask as her stiff, inexpressive face. Beneath this facade is a deep, powerfully rooted, and violent rage. Maeve is extremely careful to maintain precise control over every word and action, even in the heat of battle; after all, she knows what waits on the other side if she slips. Nonetheless, combat provides a much needed outlet for Maeve's fury. Though most opponents could never hope to match up to her, she still throws herself into it as if each of them were a force to rival god - how else is she to attain that slightest degree of release?


Likes:
-   Mobile Games - If you were to track Maeve's monthly expenses, gacha games would easily rank near the top.

-   Fighting - As stated above.

-   Fishing - She prefers river fishing to ocean fishing, but won't complain.

-   Sewing - She finds detail work relaxing. This is also somewhat inevitable, given that she makes most of her own clothing.

-   Juice - Maeve doesn't particularly care about food. This is her one preference.



Dislikes:
-   Mobile Games - She really spends too much on gacha.

-   England

-   Organ Music - It gives her a headache.




Fears:
-   Losing direction

-   That her actions are meaningless

-   Being confined


Skills:
-   Tailoring - Maeve makes her own costume, and most of her own clothes.

-   Fighting Sense - Though largely untrained, Maeve's experience and instincts, combined with her raw strength, more than make up the difference. She's able to gauge her opponents' strengths with remarkable speed.

-   Video Games - Maeve doesn't particularly care about video games, or play them very often, but she always remarks on how easy they are, usually after achieving some form of record speedrun.

-   Perceptive - Years of hiding her own thoughts and emotions have made Maeve surprisingly adept at intuiting others' feelings and intentions.

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Background: Good evening, you're watching BBC One News, I'm your host, Franklin West. Top story tonight, violence broke out in the city of Derry yesterday when a mob, many of whom are believed to be associated with the terrorist group Fomorayg - am I saying that right, "fomorayg"? Fuh-mor-ee? - Fomóraigh attacked English tourist Tom Farthing, dragging him out of his hotel yesterday evening before beating him to death in the street. Tom, 24, was on vacation from Manchester.
The leader of the mob, 39 year old Jeremy Butler, claims the attack was retribution for the death of thirteen year old Irish woman Caitlyn Dunleavy, who officials say died earlier this weak in a roadside accident.

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Powers:

Seething
[Brute 7]
Maeve Butler demonstrates incredible strength and durability, able to lift and throw up to 5 tons (only lift: 15 tons; only push: 25-30 tons) and shrug off large caliber bullets as if they're nothing (standard explosive: bruising; heavy ordinance: break the skin).

Péist Mhór
[Breaker 10]
Maeve is shown to have the capacity to take the form of a great dragon. The trigger for this is unknown, however it seems the draconic form is not a physical transformation Maeve undergoes, but rather something akin to a construct which grows around her, with her true body contained within the chest as a "heart". This form seems entirely uncontrollable, indiscriminate in its destruction, the scale of which alone warrants its high level grade. Fortunately, she can't seem to maintain this state for long; her current maximum is 1 minute and 57 seconds, after which the form dissipates due to fatigue and loss of consciousness.



Power Origins: Spontaneous





Color Code:#443F13

So begins...

Maeve Butler's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Yue Bayushi Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Jericho Amile Character Portrait: Sheri Galloway Character Portrait: Maeve Butler
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Pyromancer watched his superior’s body language shift. The quake of the earth and scattering of rubble was all the signal he needed. With a wave of his hands, his embers launched towards the heroes like a swarm of fireflies; buzzing, dodging, and scattering all around the gunman, the pink-haired woman, and the black-clad heroine, before-

BOOM!

Boom-boom-BOOM!


The sound was deafening. Heat and concussion assailed them from all sides as the swarm exploded. The ground cracked and concrete shrapnel grazed their forms. The streets were covered in small flames that blazed a blinding bright.

”Reactive Armour; Engage!”

Pyromancer yelled, and with the clenching of a fist, more fireflies emerged and flocked close to him. They flew and hovered, like embers around a burning forge.

Scourge’s yellow eyes squinted into a gleeful smirk. With a broad, slimy green hand, he tugged at his trenchcoat, and tossed them aside, exposing his near-nude and rippling form for all to see. ”NOW, we’re talkin’!” the monster roared. He groped Spiderblood by shoulder and posterior, hoisted them over his head, and let out a raucous cackle as he tossed them, far and fast as a missile.

”LET’SSSSS RIP AND TEAR!”

Spiderblood spun and spun like an oversized arrow. Blood rushed through their head, and breeze cooled their body as they launched straight at Akiko.

”GyahahahaHAHAHA!”

The monster stomped forward, each step a tremor upon the earth. He was less a man than a walking glacier of muscles and flesh. The veins all over his body took on a dim green glow as he leered at Yue, then the gunman - Devon. ”Submit, WORMS!”

Slimy, wet tentacles slithered from the hole in his forearm. Pale fluids dribbled and glistened from their tips. Gripping them tight in each hand, the monster cracked them over his head, then slammed them forwards, the tentacles extending to their maximum length to cover the distance.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Yue Bayushi Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Jericho Amile Character Portrait: Sheri Galloway Character Portrait: Maeve Butler
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It took all of half a minute for the situation to go from an on edge conversation to complete pandemonium. Jemma seemed to have been the first to take on an attack and despite how things looked Devon had a sneaking suspicion that things weren't going too badly on her front, at least better than if any of the others present were to have intercepted that elbow with their faces.

Mere moments later a flurry of embers descended on them and exploded in rather dramatic fashion. "Get down!" He yelled at his teammates as the first of the embers started to explode. Though the flashes of the explosions were rather distracting and he could feel the pressure waves trying to push him around Devon was largely unaffected by the barrage, as the flames licking across the armor and the shrapnel could do little more than leave a dusting of concrete and soot behind on the surface. As he was trying to find the origin of these explosives the perpetrator did them all a favor and lit himself up with a coating of similar looking embers.

However before Devon got the chance to light the pyromancer up another cretin entered the fray, an oversized muscle bound pickle that lashed out at them with some rather grotesque looking tentacles it spawned from it's body. Until this point Devon hadn't quite felt the need to move from his position, but seeing what that brute did to it's environment with it's mere walking made sure that Devon dodged that attack with everything he had, diving right into one of the more vigorous explosions.

Taking the advantage of the fact that he was now under the cover of the fire and explosions he rushed towards the pyromancer while avoiding getting within range of the enraged pickles fleshy whips. As he rushed forward he unleashed a small barrage of his own, sending about a magazines worth of fire foam bullets in the ember lit specter swiftly followed by a similar amount of more electrically charged shots. "Let's dance shall we." He yelled at the flame clad figure before him with a whiff of excitement in his voice.

He hoped that he could at the very least divert the pyromancers attention away from his teammates as by far he would be the most suited to deal with one who could throw around fire and explosions. So they could focus on dealing with the tentacled pickle and the twig he had thrown at Akiko.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Yue Bayushi Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Jericho Amile Character Portrait: Sheri Galloway Character Portrait: Maeve Butler
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Pyromancer's eyes narrowed. Despite the deafening explosions, the sound of his own breathing was the loudest within his head. Then, amidst the blinding bright, a silhouette emerged, its long coat billowing from the shockwaves.

A hail of bullets struck his chest. Each hit struck his vest and sent the pyromancer skidding further across the ground, then burst into globs of white foam that rapidly sapped him of heat.

"...!"

A second barrage followed. Pyromancer just barely shielded his head with an arm, but the bullets struck the foam, and sent violent jolts of electricity through his body. "Goh…!" Pyro grunted. The bolts stung through his suit and whipped and seared the flesh underneath.

""Let's dance shall we."

The hits stoked the swarm around Pyromancer into a frenzy, and as Zeke fell to his knee, his reactive armour shedded and ignited into a radial explosion.

Boom!

...Far, too far to strike the agile gunman. All he felt was the very edge of impact, nothing his armour couldn't handle.

Pyromancer glared straight at Devon. A ball of flame burst alight in each palm. He lobbed one towards the gunman with a grunt. Then another, and another. One orb missed Devon completely. The second grazed close, but not enough. The third one struck him square on the chest, but his armoured vest bore little more than a singe against the tongue of flames. Zeke narrowed his eyes. Fireproof. Change tactics, he noted to himself.

"What do they call you, warrior?"

Pyro's swatted a small dusting of embers right at Devon's face. The embers bloated, whistled, then ignited into a firecracking cacophony of light and sound.

"I WILL BRAND IT INTO YOUR CORPSE!"

RA-TA-TA-TA-TA!

As Devon's senses were assailed, embers swirled around him in a spiral, and with the snap of a finger, they enclosed, converged and exploded, into a point-blank blast of pure force laced with fire.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Henry Stewart Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Sheri Galloway Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death)
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Maxwell grinned under his mask at Vic's various remarks, a little amused by her candidness in what she had to say. "You know Miss Vortex, our resident tinker may be away, but I certainly think I could be of some assistance to you. Both in getting back your 'personal investment', and I suspect in many other things." His gaze was fixed on the rocker, considering her, and what she'd been through. She'd told him next to nothing, but she didn't have to. The Shape had seen plenty of performances before, and while her almost flippant behavior was authentic, Vicky Vortex was practically draped in pain.

"As for keeping my secrets Vicky, I'm not really worried about any of that. You don't seem the sort to burn bridges with friends, and I think you might be looking for some right now. Some resourceful, well connected friends."


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Richard stared down the glistening air, noticing a red dot now trained on him. "Carlisle? Oh he's my grandfather figure." He remarked sardonically to the sniper. Richard's right hand was tensing up, readying up as he responded again. "As for how many of us he's got around, that's need to know information. And you don't need to know. Though I have to ask; who hired you to kill some random, old billionaire, and why?"

Before an answer could be given, time began to skew around the sniper. Klaus had arrived, and not a moment too soon. "Appreciate the help! Now as for ideas..." Richard paused, finally being able to see glimpses of the enemy. A robot? Seriously? This was beyond anything he expected... But not something he was going to be any more intimated by.

"I've got a few." Richard grinned as the red dot swayed slightly. He flicked something with his right hand, and the red dot quickly separated into thousands of directions as it shone through a piece of glassy ice. Taking a dive to the side, Richard fired off a few shots at the robot, before tucking and rolling into cover. A few shots silently rang out from the sniper, but while Klaus made a few attacks of his own, Richard came back around in a full charge at his steely foe.


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George nodded stoically to Henry, though his eyes showed a certain dread, the realization of how precious a commodity time was, and how forces were now at play that sought to rob him of as much of it as possible. "We'll need to contact the others. Richard is going to try to subdue the shooter, but you're right, we need to get out of the city. I think it's finally time we made that trip out to sea..."

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THUD

CRACK

Richard's body slammed into a sheet of reinforced, skylight glass, causing the whole piece to buckle and crack. He gasped silently, his whole back searing in pain from where it connected with the skylight, his chest contracted and unable to move, incapable of taking in any air. Gripping onto the side of the angled surface, he steadied himself enough to roll off of the glass and onto the layer of concrete that made up the roof of an entirely different skyscraper. The fight had gone unexpectedly wrong when the assassin grabbed Richard and threw him from the roof of the Galliant building, and onto whichever building he was on now.

His whole body shook violently as the realization came over him of just how close to death he had been. The assassin made a miscalculation, a mistake. Had he thrown him in a different direction, or with less strength, it would have been pavement Richard was landing on. Finally, his chest managed to release from its contraction, and deep, shaky breaths returned to him as he gulped up as much air as his lungs could handle.

Laying prone, resting his forearms on the ground for support, Richard slowly rolled himself over onto his aching back, gazing unsteadily into the bright blue sky above him. There was rapid, unintelligible chatter come through his comms device, something about the other group being attacked by some villains? An explosion at the mansion? Needing to retreat? His brain couldn't make any sense of it, so he pulled the device from his ear and decided to just lay there.

Just 10, maybe 15 minutes. 20 tops. He just needed a second. He just needed some Time.



To Be Continued.