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[color=#cc3300][b]Full Name:[/b][/color] Maeve Brigid Byrne 
[color=#cc3300][b]Nicknames/Aliases:[/b][/color]  Professor Byrne, Captain Byrne, Sir
[color=#cc3300][b]Age:[/b][/color] 37
[color=#cc3300][b]Gender:[/b][/color] Female
[color=#cc3300][b]Primary:[/b][/color] Aeromancy

[color=#cc3300][b] Professor of: [/b][/color] Aeromancy; Combat
[color=#cc3300][b] Secondaries:[/b][/color] Magical Weapons Infusement, Levitation 

[color=#cc3300][b] Description:[/b][/color] 
Maeve is a woman of medium height with an atheltic build. She has unkempt red hair, muddy hazel eyes, and freckled skin. The beginnings of crows’ feet and frown lines drag at the corners of her face: Some grew from years of windy battlefields, but most stem from her general distaste for two-thirds of the human race. Her clothing tends to be more functional than anything, and usually consists of gym shorts or leggings, some form of tank top or racerback, and sneakers. When forced to manquerade a civil adult (or perhaps at her own funeral,) she wears a suit. 

The words [color=#cc3300]“Storm II”[/color] are tattoed over a war banner on her right shoulder blade. Across her chest, there is a monchrome [color=#cc3300] kestrel with spread wings[/color] that reach up to her collarbones. On her left wrist, there is another tattoo of [color=#cc3300]an oval with several concentric rings[/color] inside of it, and the words “Sempre vigilans" inscribed on a banner below it. 

Across her left side abdomen, there is a wrinkled, misshapen [color=#cc3300]scar about the size of a large hand,[/color] caused by a hasty battlefield cauterization. There are multiple other [color=#cc3300]small, noticeably straight scars scattered across the rest of her exposed skin,[/color] particularly her outer arms. Down her back and over her left shoulder, there is a massive [color=#cc3300]tree-like Lichtenberg figure[/color] that stretches up to the left side of her neck, and all the way down to her thigh. 

[color=#cc3300][b]Skills:[/b][/color]
[color=#cc3300]Master of Aeromancy[/color], specifically as it pertains to winds and atmospheric phenomenon; 
[color=#cc3300]Agile flight[/color], from a dual use of Aeromancy and levitation;
[color=#cc3300]Talented melee fighter[/color], especially in hand-to-hand; 
[color=#cc3300]Accurate knife-thrower[/color], via the assistance of Aeromancy and MWI

 [color=#cc3300][b]Weaknesses:[/b][/color] 
Works best as [color=#cc3300]a team fighter[/color], and is bad at watching her own back;
Forms [color=#cc3300]deep bonds with teammates[/color], which make her easily manipulated;
Deathly [color=#cc3300]loyal[/color] to her own motives and cause; 
About as [color=#cc3300]tactless and unsubtle[/color] as the average anvil;
Prefers [color=#cc3300]to act on instinct and impulse[/color], choosing to fight before thinking

[color=#cc3300][b]Personality:[/b][/color]
Foul mouthed and abrasive on her best days, it’s hard to imagine how Professor Byrne came into teaching. Her demeanor comes off as harsh and brutish, and some students feel more like they’ve been dropped into a boot camp than a school while taking her classes. She teaches as if readying her students for a war outside the school doors; whether it be real or imagined. 

She is standoffish toward most people until given a clear reason to behave otherwise. Her sense of humor is dry and bitter, if not a bit crass. She has little pity for those who seek it or perceive themselves worthy of such: Whatever sense of sympathy she once had is kept locked away.  Her loyalty is hard won, but undying once it has been earned. Despite a gruff exterior, she leads with her heart more than her head. This makes her an excellent teammate to have on your side, and a devoted friend. 

She believes that pressure is the best motivator, and will not shy away from exploiting a student’s weakness to teach a lesson. Experience is a fine teacher: It was good enough for the war generation, and it will do well enough for her class. If tears are the cost for turning a coddled child into a hardened soldier, it is a tax she is willing to collect. 

[color=#cc3300][b]Brief History:[/b][/color] 
Maeve was born to the Byrne lineage— A relatively proud, if only middle-class, family of Aeromancers and fowlers. She had a bitter, though stable, relationship with her parents, and a rebellious childhood. She despised traditional mage gatherings and Council-hosted socialite events, but made the best of them by helping herself to the free drinks and occasionally engaging in the good-natured pestering of another teenage mage named Oren.

Maeve's carefree youth was interrupted at the age of twenty by the start of the War between Houses. She was completely unpracticed in battle, but a combination of pride and youthful stupidity drove her to enlist regardless. Whatever supposed glamour war may have held was quickly wiped away in real combat, as she paid the cost of watching many teammates her own age die bloody deaths.

By coincidence, she ended up fighting back to back with her childhood acquaintance Oren Kovalenko. Byrne and Kovalenko made it through the war by what some would call skill and others luck, and eventually rose through the ranks to serve as a two-woman special ops team known simply as "Storm II," specializing in massive destructive endeavors. The two were also members of an elite strike team, Alpha-Omega, with a reputation for finishing what they started. Maeve gained two to three other close comrades through this team, but generally tried to keep the others at arms' length after watching so many fall. 

In the years after the war, Maeve served the Council and others doing piecemeal missions that required some extra muscle. She drank, attempted a relationship here or there, but mostly just kept her head above water where she could. 

When Marchand was founded, Byrne had her reservations about signing onto the faculty. She was eventually persuaded by the mission of the school, and put aside her personal doubts to serve the greater cause.

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