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Mav is a solid chunk of doom and gloom by appearance at least, quiet and always with a pair of headphones on, often stuck in her own little bubble. She can be observant when she needs to be and displays her own brand of sarcasm and wit whenever she finds it necessary to speak, but otherwise doesn't bother much with people. At the very least she can be polite to customers and eagerly gives ear-splitting recommendations. If she's curious, she tries to be so as subtly as possible, though she's been told she fails at it spectacularly. She's always been a self-isolating outsider. When she was little, she spent her time wandering around the immediate universe, with the darkest and creepiest tresses of it becoming her favourite. The mysteries of the world intrigued and gave her something to do, so she spent quite a lot of time hot on their trail: cryptids, shady characters, dangerous creatures. A bit of a diet conspiracy theorist: everything is the humans' fault. Still, she found beauty in things as dark and twisted-looking as her and that helped with self-acceptance. It's what's brought her to return to civilized society as of late, unable to stay away for long as soon as she discovered music. Likes ear-splitting metal and bassy trap. Fond of doddling and drawing in her spare time.

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