Gender: Female
Age: 20
Height: 1.5m (5')
Weight: 70kg (150lbs)
Appearance: Mayley is hard and lean. Standing a good head shorter than most men, the woman is a stout pillar of lean muscle. Light brown hair falls well past her shoulders, ending near the small of her back. From a slender brow curves an equally slight nose, leaving two hazel eyes peering out beneath. Below her nose rests faint pink lips, more skin than anything else. Clad, more often than not, in bits of boiled leather and thickly woven cloth, Mayley makes a stern figure, all the more accentuated by a quiver of arrows, an array of knives, and a short bow across her back.
Personality: Joycie Mayley is often solitary by nature. Years ranging through the woods have dulled her conversational skills and while she is capable of prolonged interaction with others, she finds it an unnecessary effort: the best cooperation is born of a shared, unspoken purpose. From her time spent scouting and traveling through adverse terrain, Mayley is perceptive in more matters than the physical world. She can read people's body language fairly well, giving her a false sense of superiority over others. Her eyes always seem to be searching whatever she looks at, observing meticulously for
something.
Background: Hailing from the northern provinces, Joycie was the first daughter to a farming family in a realm of the world ill-suited to growing anything but tough, harsh grass and evergreens. Her father, wishing to have seen his firstborn be a male, made no effort in concealing his motives in treating the girl as if she had been a son. She was taught how to farm, how to fight, and, most importantly, how to hunt. The act quickly became an obsession and soon the young Mayley began to spend more time out of the house than in.
When she was twelve, Joycie stumbled upon the gift of magic by starting a fire out of utter frustration at the incessant wind and recently fallen rain. Since that day, she had harbored the talent in secret, and retains on proper education or skill beyond basic tricks with the flame. For years her life retained the same structure: work, hunt, train in magic. A desire to see more began to take hold in her mind. One year prior to coming of age, Joycie enlisted in the ruling lord's rangers.
From there, her capability and skill grew by the day. Rising swiftly through the ranks, Joycie quickly became one of the trained woodsmen's best tools in safeguarding the borders. Independent and self-reliant, the woman could be relied upon to last for months at a time in the field. Combined with a born knack for the bow and self-taught knife fighting, the ranger was more than a glorified scout: she was a honed weapon.
Skills:
- Light-footed and generally quiet
- Expert with knives
- Keen senses
- Agile
- Natural woodsman
Flaws:
- Overtly blunt in conversation
- Trouble following strict orders; she is used to almost total independence
- Discipline of Faith; she follows her father's gods and their traditions and codes, chief among them a dislike for thieves and those who would cheat death
- Low tolerance for pain
- Finds the heat of southern provinces unbearable in the summer