MACLAREN, MAEVE Dec 20, 2015 3:19:04 GMT -5
Post by Maeve MacLaren on Dec 20, 2015 3:19:04 GMT -5
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Maeve is...questionable, at best. Prone to making poor decisions she often finds herself in trouble. A tendency to mouth off doesn't help things, either. She's outspoken and will not hesitate to tell you what she thinks and doesn't have much tact for the delivery either. Subtlety is also something she's seemingly unfamiliar with. Overall it seems her bad qualities outweigh her good ones, she's often a lazy, selfish slacker and will absolutely try to get by with the most minimal amount of effort she could possibly put forth - never excelling at anything and not usually trying to.
She talks a big game but when it comes down to it is often cowardly, she will absolutely turn tail and run the second things start going badly if she possibly can. Despite aforementioned quirks she does mean well, she never does anything to be cruel or mean and rarely acts out of malice. When she does try to go out of her way and do something good her good intentions often go horribly wrong. This is a common theme with her, if anything can go wrong it probably will.
Not really fit to be surviving in the wilds alone, her habit of 'collecting' hobbies before her capture did lend her some potentially useful skills. The only thing is she never stuck with anything long enough to actually become good at it or retain much. She knows how to throw knives but her accuracy is awful - she took a few martial arts classes and could maybe deal a decent kick - but she's more likely to injure herself than anyone else. Survival classes were utterly neglected all together.
Born to a family of shifters, Maeve was often told to exercise caution so as to avoid being caught or outing her family. She rarely did. Instead she shifted nearly constantly, often running off on her own to explore in the woods and sometimes venturing daringly close to neighboring houses. The cause of much stress and likely a few early grey hairs for both her parents - she never did very well in school either. Her sister was the more ambitious of the two, a straight A student who tried her hardest and excelled at most everything she tried to do. From preschool on Maeve never really tried. She skated by with whatever minimal effort would allow her to pass and no more. It was a pattern that continued into highschool, though she dropped out only a year and a half in.
Around the time she was 10 her parents thought perhaps they could instill some sort of drive in her through hobbies, finding something that would interest her and keep her attention for any period of time. It was a total failure, between the ages of 10 and 18 she'd taken everything from playing the piano, riding lessons, martial arts classes, throwing knives and archery. There were more that were so short term she doesn't even remember it at all. She never stuck with anything long enough to become good at it, throwing away each hobby as soon as she got bored or decided it required too much work.
She spent her years after dropping out of highschool shuffling through a number of part time and short term jobs - though much like her many 'hobbies' she couldn't stick with any of them. Not long after she turned 22 she got a job at a local bar as a bartender. It was possibly one of the few things she's truly enjoyed doing, there was enough variety, enough entertainment with the customers that she didn't ever get too bored. She'd found some sort of contentment in her life there, scraping up enough money to move out of her parent's house and rent a small, run down apartment near her job. She still couldn't afford a car or much of anything else but she didn't mind walking to work anyway, enjoying the fresh air.
Often she would still visit home, though not as much to visit her parents. She still loved the freedom of shifting and exploring the woods near her home, it made her feel in control of some small aspect of her life. It was a simple and arguably empty life she led but for the time being it was good enough for her.
It all managed to get screwed up after a night of drinking and bad decisions. Her memory of the events that unfolded is foggy at best - she'd had some drinks with some friends, gone to one of their houses, had more drinks, headed out again. And somewhere along the way she got herself into an argument that escalated into a fight - being ever the people pleaser she is. Dragged out of the building and into an alley by a much more in shape, slightly more sober and overall larger woman with a handful of onlookers trailing after to watch.
Despite a tendency to make stupid decisions she wasn't quite stupid enough to think she was going to make it out unscathed. After narrowly and miraculously dodging a punch she concluded her best bet was to run. Too inebriated to be particularly quick on her feet though, she shifted, without thinking about the potential implications of such. Bolting (in a somewhat staggering, zig zagging trajectory) she tried to make off down the alley. A man, one of the bystanders, grabbed the small canine and attempted to hold onto her only to be bitten. He released her and she landed gracefully on her face before taking off down the alley and into the street. Once in the street the last thing she saw were headlights of an oncoming car.
Upon being struck she quickly lost consciousness. Authorities were called and the shifter was picked up and hauled off. No lasting damage was done, she woke up with a lot of bruising, cracked ribs, a concussion and one hell of a hangover. More worrying, however, was the fact that she was now locked up in some sort of cell realizing her worst nightmares were coming true. And damn, those florescent lights were really, really bright. The next few weeks were the absolute worst of her life, poked and prodded, and examined repeatedly before being tossed in the menagerie. Some might find themselves a little more resigned after such an experience but Maeve has simply found herself even more riled up.