Turakian Age- The shadow you cannot see
Maeven Landa Deriné
5'8", 180 lbs, Reddish Brown hair and piercing grey eyes. She carries herself as a noble born, but there is something ... twitchy about her.
Maeven is the daughter of a landed noble. She is wealthy and well schooled, having had her comportment lessons young, and then her weapons training began when she was 10. At the age of 12, she was enrolled as a squire to the Noble Knights of Val-Darran. Her much younger brother (Aelhaeran Colin Roibeard Deriné, aged 4) was the heir apparent and she would be the strong blade to guard his back. Marriage offers were pouring in, but her father delayed, wanting her to finish her knight training and have a position first. Things were progressing very well. At the age of 16, she returned home to winter festivities with her family, and that is when the world changed.
Her father was hosting other nobles for the holidays, and there was much eating and merry making. Outside, there were loud and brash voices, and a troop of ill-kempt mercenaries, who should have stayed at the stables with the other low folk, wandered into the banquet. They insulted her father’s table, falling upon the food, only to spit it out in disgust. They drew weapons, and laughed at the cowardly nobles, who fled from the weapons, rather than reaching for their blades. The issue was not noble cowardice, rather a moratorium on bladed weaponry at the feasting table.
Maeven darted from the hall, and pulled her weapon from her room, racing back to confront the interlopers. To her horror, she saw that her younger brother (now 8) was dancing on a table to avoid the knives being thrown at his feet. One of the mercenaries, growing weary of this game, simply stabbed the boy with a spear. Other mercenaries were wandering throughout the hall, grabbing jewelry and taking liberties with the women where possible. Her father was passed out on the chair, with a swelling area showing that he had taken a blow to the head.
At this point, Maeven stopped THINKING, and began doing. The exact details were far from her mind, as she used her training to decimate the mercenary band. However, the damage had been done. Her brother was bleeding out, her mother had been raped, brutally, and it was feared that she would never be able to bear another child. Many of the other nobles had simply fled, but the men at arms, came running to see what the commotion was about. They had to fight off a distraught Maeven, who was trying her blade on everybody that moved toward her, insensate to their helpfulness. She badly wounded 2 of the men at arms before they dragged her to the ground.
When she woke, she found the terrible tragedy around her. Her father and she mourned, her mother went to the healers, and the house was set to rights. After several weeks, Maeven returned to her training with the knights, however it was short lived. The first time one of the instructors landed a blow on Maeven, she went wild, and attacked him. Luckily it was a practice blade. This kept repeating, until the instructors finally decided that she was no longer knight material, as berserkers are usually thought to be barbarians. The marriage offers dried up. Maeven went back to her family, disgraced.
Her father spent many months trying to calm his daughter, but at the slightest hint of an insult, she would fly into a rage. If she was struck, she returned aggression, striking to harm and could only be subdued by completely immobilizing her.
Years passed. Maeven contented herself with solitary weapons training, riding lessons, and book learning. None would spare with her. At the age of 20, she was the only heir. Her mother’s health had declined after the attack, and she was very frail. Her father was desperate to have her wedded with pregnant with an heir so that he could hold onto his landed title. He offered a large dowry, and all turned him down, terrified of what the marital night might look like. He began looking outside of Westlanders, and the suitors came, but one and all heard the rumors and were frightened away.
He did ask several healers how to “fix” his daughter, but they explained that no matter the healing they applied, as soon as she returned, the “illness” would return. Reluctantly, yet firmly, he sent her forth from her home, to journey and find solace some where. He begged her to keep herself safe, and set aside a healthy allowance for her, also allowing for unforeseen emergencies to occasionally happen. On the road, Maeven would be forced to confront the very demons holding her hostage and overcome them with repetition. Until then, her father would wait as long as could, using some deceit to he keep others believing he had exiled her and was looking at one of her cousins as his heir.