Maev has a haunted look. Her eyes are a milky amalgam of teal and blue, she is mostly but not completely blind. Clouded Corneas from scarring at an early age. She has a delicate pointed chin, her face not rigid as a sculpted chin might be, due to her mostly-elvish heritage. The long, blonde locks that usually frame her delicate face are cut to fit inside a helmet from behind, what she hadn?t cut of the sides, she had entwined in long braids to hang down the front of her chest. Most she just did not want to get rid of her hair.

Whereas Maev may have been one to wear nothing but scavenged gear in her old days on the streets, recently she has been equipped with a matching set of custom-fit full-plate armor. Black, gold-trimmed, and dark red. The Armor of a Blacklion Guard, with Blacklion and Larynthian sigil. Her position as a retainer in their guard plain as day on her attire.

Maev has a decidedly pretty face. Her delicacy and clouded eyes make a truly one-of-a-kind visage. The rest of her is shapeless. She is a warrior, a fighter, a scrapper, and she wears the trophies of her life on the streets on every inch of her form. Whip-scars on her back, long creases of scar tissue up and across her chest diagonally, from nearly losing her life to sword swipes. Her wrists are both scarred nearly all the way around, from struggling against shackles until her skin wore away. The rest of her is pocked with similar scars long faded. Muscle accentuates the armor, and core of the warrioress. A life of meeting concrete imposition face-on has given her experience in the form of latent and visible toughness. No small amount of deftness and finesse goes along with this striking natural vigor.