At a glance there is nothing worth seeing here.

Looking just a little closer she isn't wearing shoes and her clothes appear tattered.

A good examination reveals that despite looking like a begger she holds herself up like nobility.

Aliases: Magpie, Maggie, Maggot, Mags.

There is clearly something very disturbing about this woman. Something very primal and predatory, something very destructive.

Mundanes may become uneasy around her for no particular reason. Clergy would most likely walk around her on the street. Paladins would certainly feel compelled to approach her. Arcanists can almost feel the presence of power around her and nature loving druids will know immediatly, "Blighter!".

Maggie is an extremely dangerous woman. She is from the caste of druids known as 'Blighters', Druids who draw their power not from communing with nature but from destroying it. That being said, people with a sense for evil and death and destruction and chaos will Identify these things floating in the air around her like a permanent taint on her soul. After all one does not become a powerful blighter without first becoming a powerful destroyer.

Average Human Height
Average Human Weight
Age Easily Misidentified

The surface value of her appearence is absolutely human, and in no way outstanding. This is why her description page does not start with in depth physical analysis. Humans, from time to time appear taller or shorter due to mood or diet. From time to time their weight will fluctuate due to same. However, due to her style of dress and the way she carries herself, her level of power stolen from the natural world, and various dark blessings, her true age is not known even to herself. That said however, she appears to be in her thirties and she seems to have the face of someone who may have lived a pampered life with fancy lotions.

She is a simple woman
She has simple tastes
She is not kind
But neither is she cruel

She enjoys destruction, she enjoys death, she gets no pleasure from dragging out either or causing unwarrented pains. She draws her power from death and destruction and therefore the shortest paths from a to b are prefered. If she is growing weak, she will pull the life force from a living things as quickly as possible and move on. Torture, capture, stalking, these things to Maggot are wastes of time. She enjoys the destruction much in the same way a normal mortal enjoys eating a meal, it satiates a hunger and therefore generates a slight sense of joy.

She is farily emotionless and dry. She does not seem to have any sort of humor left in her body. Her attitude and demeanor are much like a spider watching a fly buzz precariously close to her web. Always anticipatory and always ready to pounce but yet calm and composed. She is a powerful blighter and because of this she has grown to be bored of her existance, long ago she found that she has come close to the ranks of the immortals and long ago she realized all she most do to live forever is mingle barely and destroy only in porportion to the energy she expells breathing. However her natural instinct to sew death is an ever present thing, occasionally driving her to destroy simply for the sake or initate combat with a stronger foe just so see if she "still got it". It, being her ability to kill anything she encounters.  

She has likely come to Darkmist, realizing it's an easy place to hide and given it's fear of all things supernatural a great place to find easy marks. The forests, while dying already, are considered too dangerous to travel so if she ever needs an easy 'Meal' there is not shortage of groves to sap, no shortage of places to hide. So, even though she is just about the most steriotypical form of potion brewing, curse slinging, demon covorting form of 'witch' one might think of, she has decided to live in darkmist because in her case the irony makes the prfect cover.