Maevie (prime)
Maevie Hemperior is a halfling huntress who moonlights as an empath. She is devoted to Zelia, TownCrier, and House Paupers. Her hometown is in Wehnimer's Landing, where you can also visit her shop, Maevie's Merry Marvels. When she is in town, you will most often find her at her private property, the Warcat Suite, but most often she is in the wilds, hunting, living, and dying. Beware when she hunts, she can loose herself to the ferocity, not unlike a berserker.
Maevie is the lucky child of Whistfylle and Vivaldi. Her favorite person is a giantkin rogue, named Asben. She has never been married and does not have any children. She loves to make jewelry, forage for wild mushrooms, bake, and eat sweet treats. Because of her chaotic and distractible nature, she can struggle to connect with others. While she isn't exactly feral (most of the time), she sometimes appears so when in the wilds or the arena.
Whether stalking formidable foes, offering healing hands, or creating chaotic fun, Maevie Hemperior has become a beloved and enduring presence in the lands for more than two decades.
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[[Category: Wehnimer's Landing player characters]] [[Category: Hinterwilds player characters]]
Appearance
You see Legendary Lady Maevie Hemperior the Witch Doctor of Wehnimer's Landing.
She appears to be a Halfling.
She is bathed in the fading lights of the day as the slow rise of Tilaok begins to suffuse her aura with orange light.
She has a spritely, small build. She appears to be in the flower of life. She has mismatched viridian and icy green eyes and sun-kissed, lightly freckled skin. She has wispy cut, unruly raven-hued hair pulled back and wrapped around a pair of balenite-ringed ebony hairsticks. She has a delicate face, a pair of horn-rimmed eyeglasses perched upon her freckled nose and petal pink, bow-shaped lips. She has a column of gilt-inked moon phases framing her right temple.
Superimposed over Maevie's form is the ghostly silhouette of a halfling berserker, an unhinged expression on her face. As you watch, she contorts her face into an expression of pure rage, her eyes bulging wildly.
She has a stalk of violet lunaria framed in translucent silver coins tucked behind her ear.
She has a cherrywood dragon's claw pipe clenched between her teeth, a pair of silver hoops dangling sapphire peacock feathers in the ridges of both her ears, a brightly haloed liabo moon tattoo wreathed in a pearly white banner on her neck, a silver crescent-shaped stud in her right nostril, a lustrous moonstone ring in the middle of her nose, and an onyx-striped opal warcat in her left nostril.
She is in good shape.
Flickering trails of iridescent starlight illuminate the nebula of colors swirling along the contours of Maevie's gown, the collection of celestial bodies glinting as they traverse the length of the fabric.
She is holding a storm agate mirror incised with a single lotus blossom in her right hand.
She is wearing a tri-strand silver trinette dangling a rainbow-cast niveous opaline moonstone, a warcat-shaped balenite key strung on a mariner chain, a backless gown of shadowsilk engulfed in pale metal threading, and a silver moon-chained anklet dangling tiny shards of raven's wing obsidian.
Flickering near Maevie is a monstrous wolf, its luminous figure composed of moonlight silver energy. Tail straight and eyes alert, it pads in a protective circle around her.
