Full Name |
Mayael. Just Mayael. |
Race |
beast |
Classes/Levels |
vigilante/ranger/swashbuckler/acrobat 16 |
Gender |
Female |
Size |
it varies from moment to moment |
Age |
??? |
Special Abilities |
shapeshifting |
Alignment |
chaotic good |
Deity |
Desna, Erastil, ...? |
Location |
behind you |
Languages |
lots |
Occupation |
employment insurance for torch-and-pitchfork-wielding mobs |
Strength |
16 |
Dexterity |
20 |
Constitution |
14 |
Intelligence |
14 |
Wisdom |
18 |
Charisma |
18 |
About Mayael, the Huntress Queen
This woman (or perhaps creature?) prowls through the twilight, her movements animalistic and her eyes shimmering blue-violet in the half-dark. Her clothing is a mix of ragged remnants of fine clothing, beastly pelts, and twining foliage, which shifts and reforms constantly around her. Her bared teeth are sharper than they should be, fanged top and bottom; her long hair is white, streaked with thick brushstrokes of gray-black shadow, and pierced by a pair of many-tongued antlers that seem to twitch as her gaze flicks this way and that. Despite her feral appearance, she moves with a predator’s terrifying grace, giving her a beautiful air even as she hunts. In her right hand she grasps a wickedly curved sword, while her left is overgrown with twisted silver ‘vines’ that extend into razor-sharp claws.