Maeve of Grungir

"She was once a prisoner aboard a longship smashed by the Levithan's Wrath, forced to provide it's captain with good luck. When Kjell's band of survivors rescued them and broke their cold iron chains, he gained their favor."

A strange and capricious creature, they're enthralled by travel. The crew sees them less as an officer and more of an emissary of fate.

While aboard the Kraken's Spite, the Captain Kjell made his desire to travel to Valenhall. While searching for this fabled land the ship passed through a storm, assailed by a creature of the sea, and crashed on the shore of what they come to find is the Ironbound Islands. All who survived have little to no memory of what actually went down that fateful storm, the entire crew was split up at the time of the crash. Now the survivors are exploring the island, to find other Stormcleavers, survive, and find a way off this strange fey riddled land.

Maeve is an oracle with a extraordinary ability to heal beyond most general healers, she is cursed with the outpouring of life. Tapping into her own life regenerative abilities to bring others from the brink, at the cost of not being able to heal herself when she pushes her own abilities farther and farther to save those she cares about. When her curse is activated her hands start to turn black, and as she pushes the boundaries farther and farther the darkness creeps up her arms.

She as a Huldra, a fey creature of the forest, grown from a sapling into the being she is today. Huldra have hollow backs and either vulpine or bovine tails, hers being more bovine. The Huldra have an innate connection to nature and all it's creations. Animals are naturally fond of her and follow her out of their own will, as long as they don't feel threatened. 

Her healing and mending capabilities go beyond magic, she is a skilled herbalist and survivalist, no doubt learned from her life back in the Grungir Forest and her deep connection to the First World.

She has always been placed into the role of caretaker, and always the one to self sacrifice for the good of others. She is fairly young for fey standards, the joy and freedom of her younger years cut short by saving someone she though she loved. She gave herself to servitude to a Troll of the First World, in exchange for use of the trolls regenerative abilities to heal her at the time beloved. She expected them to come back and rescue her, so they can continue to be together, but the day never came. Almost a quarter century had passed in this time, just before her allotted time was up this Troll had sold her off. The next quarter century passes, her being traded and sold between different people intending on using her ability to bestow luck.

This only changed after Kjell had freed her, which even then she began repaying him by serving. It's only now, ironically trapped on an island, she feels the most free she has in just over half a century. With this time spent surviving out in the woods she's been able to reconnect with nature again. Reveling in the calm of the forest, the peace of being with the creatures of the forest. 

At the moment she feels like she must stay out of a sense of obligation and loyalty to her crew, but if pushed hard enough she knows she can just go disappear.

Age: 132 Years old

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 156 lbs

Pronouns: She/They

Art Notes: Feel free to draw her in different outfits/hairstyles. She has a lot of hair and mainly keeps it tied back due to convenience, though in her free younger days her hair would be allowed to fly free. 

She's been developing what looks to be like natural markings/tattoos along her hands up to a bit past her wrists that look like vines. 

With her hollow back feel free to interpret it how you'd like, the inside is wood. I have interlocking branches forming a pseudo-spine, but feel free to do whatever works for you!