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Maeve Halliwell

Just, please, leave me alone.

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a character in “Twisted Rapture”, as played by TwiztedWingz

Description

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Name:
Maeve Halliwell

Gender:
Female

Age:
20, but looks can be deceiving.

Character Alignment:
Her father was a demon, her mother was an angel.
  • [i]A hundred years ago a couple fell in love, a star crossed one at that. A young angel named Anthael, and a young male demon named Koan. The young angel had been sent to Earth to learn more about where the demons might be hiding out, and she found one. Little did she know, Koan was also undercover, trying to find Angels hiding in with humans, and he was supposed to kill them. Their strange encounter caused a spark, he found her to be beautiful, and she found him to be handsome. They would stow away in the forest, taking long walks, slowly breaking down barriers of stereotypes they had come to know in their lifetime and they fell in love. Soon after, they conceived a young female child with bright red hair and blue eyes, but they had been caught. Both armies from Heaven and Hell began to wage war against the couple. Anthael had escaped with a broken wing, and Koan was locked away in Hell as a prisoner, to be forever shamed for his actions. Maeve was left in New York on a doorstep of an orphanage, and her mother was never to be heard from again.




Appearance:


Eye Color: It varies from blue, to green, to grey, to charcoal black, to hazel/golden brown. [For when she is a demon, her eyes go to more vibrant and electric colors such as blue green and golden brown. Yet, when her more peaceful, and calm, angel shows through more, she gets more depthy-grey, or a very very pale blue. Black only comes out when she feels conflicted between the two, and she is unable to decide which, so they both overtake her.

Hair Color: Her hair changes as well, it goes from a very vibrant red, to a more brownish auburn red color. This also varies by her angel/demon qualities [Bright reddish hair when she feels more demon bound, a more natural brownish red/blonde combination.]

Height: 5'8''

Weight: 135 Pounds [More muscle than anything, she has toned thighs, stomach, and arms.

Skin Tone: Her skin always has a certain glow to it, as if fire is breathing under her skin.




About Me:

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I was born in who knows where…. A baby left with a single white blanket, with blood stains might I add, on the steps of an orphanage in New York 100 years ago. I had a necklace with a two headed snake wrapping it's way around a blue droplet. I spent my time at the Orphanage, getting adopted, then being returned. People claimed I was a "demonic child", one that needed to be sent to death. I don't know, I was always so confused about it, and myself. Kids feared me, and so did the women who ran the orphanage, I had always felt alone, and I kind of liked it that way. I was smarter than the rest of them, and I knew I was different.

I soon learned at eighteen that I had a gift, the ability to change my form, which I used quite often. Although, I realized something, I wasn't always changing my form on purpose. I began noticing my eye colors would change with my mood, and so would my hair….

As years passed, and I left the Orphanage, I dropped everyone I knew and began an unending search for my parents. I knew they could answer questions about what i might be, and who I'm supposed to be.



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Personality:
Maeve is extremely stubborn and has a distaste for working with others. She has been on the Earth for 100 years, -- although old, it's quite young in demon years -- and she is sick and tired of watching petty humans. So she began to manipulate them out of boredom, and enjoys it. She has a dry sense of humor, and often is bored with a lot of things.

Although seemingly hard-shelled on the outside, Maeve is another story on the inside. Her angel is stowed away deep inside, and her demon has taken over for the time being. She craves for someone to understand her, to love her, instead of being afraid of her. She dreads the "love" concept, but she deeply craves it all in the same. She wants to know there is someone out there looking for her, and that she's not alone.



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Equipment:
  • "Does my dog count as equipment?" She has a hellhound follow her named Thor, but she believes that he is a stray that she found on the subway in New York ten years ago. She named him Thor soon after. [Thor has a gift of developing a look to his scenery, so he stays as a pure black dog. He was sent to protect her by her father.]
  • Two Butterfly Knives
  • Two Pistols
  • Crossbow and bolts
Apparel:: Normally Maeve is wearing a black leather jacket. White tank top. Black leather jacket and combat boots.

Combat Strengths:
She is very good at illusion, hand to hand, sniping and endurance

Combat Weakness:
Silver, it is a literal poison, if she touches it, she gets blisters/burns/scars, if it gets into her bloodstream, she is a goner. It would make her blood boil, bubble, and her body will begin to turn slowly ashy around where the silver is, and her skin will flake off and it begins a slow painful death, which drains all of her energy and stamina. She also has a weakness of working with others,even if it means saving her life.

Abilities:
"I have the ability to change form."
Shape shifting, of any kind, whether it be animal, human, or mimicking her opponent.
Maeve doesn't understand her seemingly endless immortality, or why she has these "gifts". She understands though, that she feels powerful when she uses them and she enjoys to make people fear her.

Skills:
Crossbow, manipulation, deception, endurance and agility

So begins...

Maeve Halliwell's Story

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Character Portrait: Darren Character Portrait: Maeve Halliwell
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"I want to wake up in a city that doesn't sleep," Maeve sings out as she makes her way through the outskirts of New York, "And find I'm king of the hill!... Top of the heap!" She snaps her fingers to the Frank Sinatra tune, a smile on her face.

New York, still a dump, it was a dump when she came here when she was a baby. And it was even more a dump now, she smirks a bit, biting her lip. A rustle of movement stops her though. Her eyes flicker watching someone slip into a ruined building and she tilts her head a bit to the side. Someone else? Hmm...

She motions for Thor to follow and she smiles as she darts quickly towards the figure's direction, a dark black dog following behind her at a quick pace. She watches the figure for a moment and smirks, sheathing her dagger and her form slowly becoming shorter and more girlish, and she appeared to be about seven or eight.

She liked strangers, they entertained her, but this guy seemed more than entertaining..She needed to make sure she could trust him.

"H--Hello?" She calls out, her young voice rang like bells through the old building and she watched cautiously through the building, following the man's very light footsteps.

"Is there someone there?" She tilts her head to the side, her red hair falling over her bright blue eyes.

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Darren


Darren paused. A young voice had called out from the desecrated building he had just left. It sounded so sweet. So innocent. Like puppies and kittens and rainbows and unicorn farts. Unfortunately, the smell was a bit of. Almost like... a whole heaping pile of bullshit.

His eyes narrowed as he warily drew the twin blades. No little girl could have survived this long. He considered moving on, but the demon he'd decided to stalk was gone, and he'd lost track of it's presence. He looked back at the building. A little Admiral Ackbar popped up in his mind, proclaiming "It's a trap!". Although he ignored most of the voices in his head, this one had a point. There was definitely something fishy about this. Sensing around for a whiff of demon, he felt the power of the being calling to him. To his surprise, she felt like both angel AND demon. Curiosity got the better of caution, and he slunk back into the building, keeping to the shadows.

"Is someone there?" the girl called out. But she looked in the wrong direction. Darren crouched low, trying to avoid detection. He couldn't make up his mind about this girl. The power he sensed around her was strange. Equally puzzling, she seemed to have no sense of his presence. This had been bugging him for a while now. He was able to feel the power of demons and angels nearby, and from what he had observed they seemed to be able to do the same with each other. It was like the power they held created a sense of pressure in this magic-less world. You could even tell the difference between demonic and angelic power. But none of them had ever been able to sense him. Even normal humans carried some small whiff of energy, but nothing seemed able to pick up on him.

Unfortunately, he was still vulnerable to other sense. A dog he hadn't seen before started snuffling, it's keen nose pointing in his direction. This one had a strong sense of power around it, clearly demonic. Shit. Definitely a hell-hound. Which makes her some kind of demon in disguise. God dammit. Knew this was a trap.

Suddenly, the dog started whimpering. He raised an eyebrow. He didn't smell that bad did he? Looking down at the ragged, torn clothes he was wearing, unable to quite remember when he'd last found a functioning shower, Darren reconsidered that last observation.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. The ground behind Darren crumpled under the weight of the impact, and Darren spun instantly. Just in time for a gorilla-sized fist to slam into him with the force of a thousand angry gods. Well, maybe not Gods. But certainly one very angry, very ugly looking demon. He was sent flying, and bounced once before coming skidding to a stop right in front of the little girl. So much for laying low...

The demon that had punched him bellowed it's challenge. It's face was a hideous mess of fangs and two hate-filled eyes, with jagged horns sprouting from it's head. It was a stocky, thickset thing, with ridiculously large muscles rippling along it's deformed body. It's arms were far longer than it's relatively short legs, and it hunched forward, almost like a gorilla. In it's right hand it held what looked like an incredibly sharp, onyx kitchen knife, but Darren knew that to him it would be a long-sword.

So, this is how I die. At this point Darren was just about ready to pucker up and kiss his ass goodbye. The thought saddened him. He didn't really want to say goodbye. It was a rather nice ass. It had always been there for him, and over the years they'd grown somewhat attached. Though he normally wouldn't associate his lips with something that hadn't seen a shower in God-knows how long, in this case he'd make an exception. He even managed not to soil himself when the demon let out a roar of anger, throwing itself at him. No, Darren and his ass would go out with dignity. He tensed, arms coming up as the demon...

...sailed right over him. At the 'little girl' thing behind him. Immediately, Darren was up on his feet, angel blade and shattered demon blade in his hands. He was ready to either launch into the fray, blades swinging, or run screaming like a twelve year old girl. The second option was considerably more appealing given the circumstances, but he wanted to see how this fight would play out. A small grin spread across his cheeks. Darren and his ass would live to see another day! Well, maybe.