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Maeve Brennan
{"Don't make the mistake of underestimatin' me."}

Roleplays: Soulless Regency

Maeve Brennan


Character Summary

Name: Maeve Eireen Brennan 
Social Class: Lower Middle Class
Age: 29
Birthday: January 10th, 1794 ('Peculiar People Day')
Nationality: Irish
Birth Place: Wicklow, Ireland
Residence: Brennan Townhouse, Dublin, Ireland
Gender: Female
Education: Self-Taught
Income Source: Member of the Brennan Family Gang - publicly serves as bartender (£13 annually)  
Native Language: English
Appearance

Height: 5'4"
Weight: 140 pounds
Build: Skinny and lean
Eyes: A pale blue-green, shaped almost like ellipses 
Hair: Long dark auburn-ginger hair, smooth and soft
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced ears
Personal Style: Maeve's favorite color, above all else, is a light shade of green. If she is able to, she wears a short sleeved dress in the color, done up with soft beige-white trim, and ribbons in her hair to keep it up and out of her eyes. Of course, she ensures that everything is relatively loose, just in case a fight breaks out and she needs to settle it. For accessories, she never goes anywhere without her locket or her shillelagh.

Psychology

Clever * Stubborn * Charming * Manipulative * Loyal * Bossy


Sexuality: As clear as murky water
Relationship Status: Widowed
Personality: Growing up in near poverty as the eldest child of a few too many, Maeve learned how to survive. She grew bossy, having to take care of her siblings, and then later on, her parents as well. She learned to twist situations to her advantage, providing her with an extra morsel to eat, or ensuring that her brothers stopped going at each other's throats. She learned how to charm and how to please, in order to get her family an extra day to pay off their debts. Everything a little girl shouldn't have had to know, Maeve learned. 

And in adulthood, this proved an excellent preparation for her new lifestyle. Working in a gang, she has to be loyal to the end, and cunning as well. Weak minded people don't make their way in the world, and Maeve is anything but that. She is determined to the end, trying her best to play the game until she can achieve her end goal. It's perhaps the only lesson she could thank her deadbeat father for. Growing up with relatively little, she learned how to make do with nothing, and turn something awful into something that favored her. 

Habits: Smoking, using sign language when she speaks
Hobbies: Singing
Fears:
Roisin losing her sight as well
Opium addiction
The loss of her family

Likes:
Irish Nationalism
Catholicism
Stories
Alcohol
Wolves
Gambling

Dislikes:
Protestants
Her father
British Officers
Cats
Mourning garb
The Patriarchy

Cards On The Table

General Skills:
Irish Sign Language
Leadership
Bartending
Pistol
Bribery
Deception
Swimming
Sewing
Singing
City Knowledge - Dublin
Country Knowledge - Ireland
Negotiations

Trained Skills:
Language - Gaelic
Deasmhumhnach - Art of fighting utilizing a shillelagh
Shuibhne - Martial art techniques that utilizes the feet and kicks; aiming for shins, knees, and ankles
Lorcain - Unearthing ancient Celtic sacred sites and reactivating them as a holy field that is protected against Cargast
Riada - Banshee like scream that can stun the Soulless for a few moments; area effect
Maolain - Calling of a mist for cover; usually used when trying to escape a hoard that is too large to fight

What Is On Your Person:
Clothing - Short sleeved green dress with light beige trim and lace. Dangling earrings with green stones. A sturdy brown overcoat and study brown boots as well. Her hair, lastly, is done up with light green ribbons.
Pistol
Shillelagh
Simple green handbag, with a few beads forming a design on it
Small locket with a shamrock on the outside, containing a rough commissioned sketch of her daughter
A few pounds
Wedding band (kept in handbag)

Residence:
Spare clothing
Spare pistol
Pistol ammunition (one case)
Larger sketch of her daughter
Additional pounds
Deceased husband's pistol

History

Family History: Maeve was born into the Ridgeway family, an Irish family that has amounted to decidedly very little. As far back as the Ridgeways can be traced, they were relatively common people--laborers, to be specific. There are some stories about ancestors who helped in the Irish Rebellion of 1641, but those are just stories. Her mother, Bridget, was the daughter of inn-keepers. She had taught herself to read, wanting something more from life than work and suffering. But instead, she married Dennis Ridgeway, a laborer at a ship yard. 

She has several siblings, none of which amounted to all too much. A few of her brothers fancy themselves resistance fighters, she has two siblings killed by the same plague that got her mother, and then one sister supporting herself as a maid, engaged to be married. Her aunt and uncle have forbidden the younger ones from contact with Maeve, so she hardly sees her siblings. 

But as for the Brennans, the family that Maeve considers herself to be truly a part of, the story is entirely different. The Brennans used to have been common folk as well, until the most prominent gang in Dublin's leader was arrested and executed. Taking advantage of the power vacuum, the Brennans clawed their way to the top, now running a good portion of the criminal underground in Dublin. Pubs pay protection fees to the Brennans, and the family runs a fair deal of betting on races, among other things. Hardly anything the Brennans do is legal. 

Your personal life: Maeve was the eldest child born to her parents and the eldest of the Ridgeway cousins. She helped to raise her siblings as best as she could, bringing them to mass, ensuring her brothers got to school, and helping her poor mother around the house. Once she was old enough, her parents used their meager funds to send her off to train, for as long as they could. When she was of legal age, she returned home, to find her mother dying of the plague, and her father waist deep in alcoholic rage. She took up the role of both mother and father for her siblings, until her father was thrown in prison for beating an officer, and her mother expired. 

Maeve and her siblings were sent to live with their aunt and uncle, in Dublin. It was there that she met her husband. The two of them had a secret love affair, but when they found out Maeve was with child, he asked her not to kill it. She agreed, on the condition they eloped--after all, there was a word for a woman who was pregnant out of wedlock, a word for the baby that was born, but not a word for the man who left. 

Her marriage was mostly a sham. About a year into it, the pair of them grew tired of each other. They learned to live more like brother and sister, rather than husband and wife. But life still wasn't great for Maeve--her daughter, a beautiful little girl named Roisin, was deaf. Completely. There were no schools for the deaf in Ireland, so she took her child to a deaf community every week, where Maeve learned to sign, in order to help Roisin communicate when she was old enough. 

Then the second war with the colonies came. Her husband, an Irish nationalist, tried to organize a riot against the British, right when the troops were away in the colonies. Three British officers were killed in the riot, and as the ringleader, her husband was executed for treason. The family took good care of her and her daughter, with Maeve living with her eldest brother-in-law and his wife. She took her husband's place in the family and started running the front to the family operations, the pub, in order to keep everything moving smoothly. Her aunt and uncle had long since written her off as a whore, as the wife of a criminal, as a harlot. What else was she to do?

What you want for your life: Maeve wants to keep her position within the Brennan family, enjoying the status of being a widowed woman in society at large. The Brennan boys treat her like their sister, and they look out for little Roisin. But more importantly, Maeve wants to give Roisin the life she never could have. She wants her little girl to have real fun and good memories, rather than having to tend to other people, and live up to their expectations. She dreams of a school for little deaf girls, a place for Roisin to be seen as normal, and not different. 
Extras

Character Quote(s): "Oh goodness, would you simply shut up?"
Theme Song:Ain't No Rest For The Wicked - Vintage Jazz Cage The Elephant Cover ft. Joey Cook
Anything Else: Cargast; The Walking Dead
Distant relation to Chloe, Riley, and Lauren Ridgeway, and Cassandra Reed

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.

Location: Almack's
As Virginia migrated away from the crowds of dancers, having no one else yet on her dance card, she found herself lost in a memory. At all of the Crypt family gatherings, where Crypts from various corners of the world were invited to the family estate in Dartford. There, in a delightful mix of dance and fight, they would perform the Mamushka. Her father had passed down the origin story from his grandfather, detailing the Russian cousins who invented the dance. 

But of course, the Mamushka was not performed at Almack's. No, no, it was a measly waltz, and Virginia couldn't help but feel more and more disappointed. She fancied that perhaps she had been born in the wrong era, in the wrong country, in the wrong society. As she glanced around the hall, with the smiling and chipper faces, she longed to return to her estate in the country. She wanted nothing more than to play Wake the Dead with James, to play the violin in a frenzy as Alfred and James fenced, to see her mother roaming the halls in a crazed state, clutching various powders, and her noble father constructing a guillotine. The Crypts were a gruesome and grotesque family, obsessed with the macabre and the next world--but they had a strong sense of family and pride. Family means everything to a Crypt. 

She glanced around the room again, spotting Mosi and Fyror off and about. Millicent, the poor thing, appeared to be attempting to put as much distance between herself and another before the waltz began. There was no doubt in Virginia's mind that Millicent's mother had already begun her designs, attempting to marry her daughter off to a scoundrel and a crook. Yet unless Millicent's sisters were indeed all engaged to honest and good men, and Millicent herself, would her mother ever cease in her efforts? As much as Virginia wished to resolve the various affairs of her dear friend, she knew that it was not within her power to do so. 

And so, there she was, hovering at the edge of the festivities in Almack's, without a single person she would care to dance the Mamushka with. 

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