⇀ Description

• Height || 5'8
• Build || Muscular
• Eyes || Forest Green
• Skin tone || Medium brown,
• Hair color || Purple, with pale yellow brows
• Hair style || Bob, curled inwards
• Demeanor || Relaxed
• Style || Traveler

Maeve's heart-shaped face is framed by a bob of royal purple hair which curls in around her chin. Her eyes, a deep forest green which matches her raised collar, are downturned, and above them are strange, pale yellow eyebrows in the teardrop shape common in her race. Though - perhaps it would be better to say above her eye instead, as her left eye was the causality of an explosion that occurred near the end of Maeve's career as a major general. Due to a quirk of her species, sweet smelling rose grows in the empty socket, framed by green leaves. Two prominent scars lead up to the injury, though Floribunda scar with woody tissue and petals that match the color of their birth flower - in Maeve's case, pale pink. Another line of petals cuts across Maeve's opposite cheek, curving around to end before it hits her leporine mouth. Like Maeve's eyebrows, her rabbit-like nose is a splotch of yellow. A nutty-brown layer of fur covers the majority of her skin, making it soft to the touch, though its shortness and density make it seem smooth from a distance. Her ears stand up straight, and like all Floribunda, flowers bloom out of them - dusty rose blooms framed by deep purple purple for Maeve. On the outside, they're covered by soft, cream fur, which matches the color - though not the texture - of the thicker fluff on her legs, abdomen, and forearms.

For a woman, Maeve is tall...ish, standing at about 5'8. This is average for her race, though when she was a general, she had a reputation for composing herself in a way that made her seem much taller than she really was. In the present day though, Maeve doesn't feel the need to stand at rigid, militant attention, and while she doesn't ever appear lazy or slouched, she lets her shoulders slope naturally and her arms hang loosely at her sides. As is customary in Floribunda society, Maeve reveals the scars on her body with pride, most notably the heavy growths on her left arm and the complete amputation of her right. Flowers grow in place of the stump, a cluster of roses similar to a bouquet. Around Maeve's neck is a series of brown cords which are attacked to a pale-yellow, rose shaped pendant made of out the clay. By the way she treats it, it seems to be a memento of some kind.

Normally, she has a an easy-going smile on her face, though her expression will turn mischievous at the drop of a hat when she finds someone she feels like teasing. Her body language often conveys elegance, though not arrogance, as she's mild-mannered and very humble. She doesn't mind getting dirty if she needs to do so to get the job done, and she's never been one to shy away from hard labor. Because of this, she has some musculature to her arms, abdomen, and legs - her thighs in particular are intimidating to say the least. Shape-wise, though, they're more human-like than rabbit, and like a humanoid, she has fingers and opposable thumbs.

⇀ Important Notes

• Floribunda eyebrows have a distinctive teardrop shape, and Maeve's are yellow, along with her nose.
• Her left eye is missing, and her right arm is missing. Both are replaced by roses.
• She has flowers in her ears - pale pink roses bordered by purple petals.
• Maeve has lines of floral scarring on both cheeks and on her left arm.

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⇀ Floribunda

Floribunda are a species of humanoid rabbits born with a very particular tie to nature. They surround themselves with it, leaving plenty of room for floral growth in their cities, and when Floribunda are injured, flowers bloom from their wounds and form a vegetative scar tissue that aids in their recovery. This makes them a particularly hardy species, allowing them to survive wounds that would kill other creatures, and it also gives them a resistance to the effects of aging... though not a complete immunity. While much of their life is spent in their prime and they don't acquire many degenerative diseases, Floribunda are by no means immortal, though they do live quite a long time and able to survive to be as old as four-hundred before their bodies give out from stress.This makes Floribunda a fierce foe to confront in battle, despite their gentle appearance, though - amusingly enough, for a race of rabbit-people - their difficulties with procreation make it almost impossible for them to sustain long wars due to a lack of potential combatants.

Each Floribunda is associated with a particular species of flower, which forms a 'clan' of sorts in Florin society. All rose-type Floribunda belong to the Rosa clan, all lily-type Floribunda belong to the Lilium clan, etcetera, and these 'floritypes' are passed from parent to child though, in rare cases, a unique flower is formed through combined traits of the parent generation. This is seen as a blessing, though it can be isolating for the Florin child, as they have no clan to associate themselves with and instead they must form their own associations and groupings. Often, these children take on the clan-name of 'Wildflower', and associate themselves with other wildflowers. Some Wildflowers start clans of their own, and seek out other Floribunda with flowers similar to their own to create a more definitive bloodline.

Overall, Floribunda society is a relaxed one. The governmental structure is a theocracy, with positions of political power being held by the clergy and the king also being the leader of the church, but its practices are rooted in druidism and the Florin god is literally just a giant tree. Its tenets are normal enough, centered around treating the environment with respect and eating psychoactive fruit to get divine visions, and church officials often act as counselors and festival leaders One quirk of the Florin religion is that all marriages must be blessed by the Divine Tree. It's difficult to tell what, exactly, merits a blessing, but if a couple makes a pilgrimage to the tree and a flower don't bloom for them when they perform the courtship ritual, they're not allowed to marry and must make another pilgrimage the next year. This can be a very daunting task, and it's not unheard of for couples to run away away together and elope.

When Floribunda die, they are buried in the earth, and the decomposition process makes the soil around their bodies incredibly fertile. It's common for every family to have a 'family graveyard', and each generation tends the flowers that grow from the bodies of prior generations.

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⇀ Abilities

Like all members of her species, the flowers that Maeve grows from her injuries serve to make her body stronger. This makes her incredibly hard to kill, as instead of bleeding out, her floral body stymies the flow from her wounds and keeps her... together. As a combatant, Maeve - coming from a military family - is particularly skilled, as she's been trained in the arts of war and swordplay since she was a child. Having been educated in strategy, history, and public speaking, Maeve is as valuable an asset in the war-room as she is commanding a battlefield. She's well-read, well-spoken, and well-versed in various forms of literature and poetry, and she's mentally very sharp, being as quick a thinker as she is quick on her feet. She enjoys competitive games, and while she's taken a substantial hit to her ability to participate in athletics due to the loss of her arm, she's determined enough to not let that impact her ability to have fun. While she can't pull off all the feats she used to, she makes do with some ingenuity and creative thinking.

⇀ Flaws

Maeve left behind a lot of people who cared for her a lot.

Family. Friends. A country that appreciated her and that could have, quite honestly, used her help in the post-war reconstruction period. But despite Maeve's apparent good humor, the weight of the choices she had to make during the campaign burden her, and she finds herself hard-pressed to try to settle down and rebuild her life, because doing so is a reminder that she had a place she belonged, and now it is gone. This makes her... unreliable as a person, and it's bad to get attached to her as she's little inclined to remain in one place for long. She doesn't want to get terribly close to other people, because she's felt the pain of having the people she cares for die around her while she can do nothing. She also doesn't want others to see her as weak, and she's afraid that if she becomes too close to anyone, they'll notice all of the things she tries to hide - like how tense loud noises make her, along with how restlessly she sleeps at night.

Maeve is also a bit... petty and competitive. She doesn't often let herself get riled up, but when she does, she can get far too into things and forget herself - which can lead to her angering people she shouldn't really be trifling with. She also doesn't have much respect for bureaucrats, especially foreign ones - in fact, she still is very patriotic, and even though she's travelling and experiencing new places, she still thinks 'home' is better. In fact, she views her country as being incapable of doing wrong, and this has the potential of making her frustrating to deal with when it comes to discussions about the downsides of Florin society.