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Maelie Arsenault
Mae, Fox


Born in Bellancourt, she left when she was a child to travel with her Aunt and Uncle. She has a Montaigne accent, sharp wit, and enjoys taking risks.


Campaign & Party

Played by
Marian
5th of May, 1884/16th of July, 1858

Saved

by Maelie Arsenault

Some days, Maelie cursed her elven hearing. The awkwardness around Sareena’s father being in the house hung over them all and everyone was waiting for something to happen, for words to be said.

Mae understood though as she tried to imagine herself sitting down with her father and trying to talk about their past. What would she say to him? She knew what she’d say to her mother. She had enough of that unpacked and in plain sight that she could find the anger there. But her father?



The two girls ran ahead. They reached the fencing that separated the visitors from the animals and peered at the enormous cats within. So much like the other cats, but the sisters oo’ed and awed at the size of their teeth and paws, at the fancy manes.

“Look papa! Look! They’re so big!” The eldest called back.

He nods as he joins them, a pace or two back, observing the cats the way he observed everything, in silence.


“They must hunt giant rats to get that big.” The younger sister observes.

“They must hunt whatever they want!”

“I’m told they hunt deer.” Their father comments.

“A whole deer?” The sisters ask in astonishment.

He looked about to respond, but then noticed their retinue giving them awkward looks. Other nobles were present on this visit to the menagerie and the girls watched his gaze drift and then back to them. “Let’s keep moving.”

That was their cue to quiet down.


Father, will you comfort me if I call?
This crazy world has lost its mind
It's our fault
Oh you can try and straighten it
It turns, it turns, it turns
Oh you can try and smother it
But it burns
Oh it burns



Elsinore hops down and then remembers to smooth her dress and look not disheveled. "Are they nice?"

‘Are they nice?’ She thinks through the meaning and remembers. Remembers the looks when she got too excited. She was the same age. Six years old, excited about animals. But she was suffocated with the duty of appearing noble, reserved, all for her mother’s image.

She reassures her daughter. Her daughter takes her hand, and she leads her to the horses so she can smile, and ask questions, and be answered, and encouraged, and told she is allowed to want things for herself.



This is for everything we had
It's the good and it's the bad
It's the state of love and trust
And this is for you
And this is for us



“Look papa!” She held up her hands, the strings of the cat’s cradle laced between her fingers.

He blinked. “What is it?”

“It’s… a thing one of the servant girls were playing with. You wrap the string around your fingers and…” She twisted and turned and slipped the strings from one little finger to another and inverted the pattern. “See! Isn’t it neat!”

Her father blinked again and leaned closer, a rare sign of interest. “How did you do that?”

She smiled brightly and began to show her father her new trick. “Oh, well, if you wrap it the right way and if you just pull on this string then it…”

“What’s that?”

The room froze.

“It’s just some servant toy.” Her father said, pulling back from his daughter. The movement was slow, but the small girl felt instantly isolated and alone.

Her mother moved across the room. Elegant as an approaching thundercloud. The dark, soft, billowing edges containing within thunder and lightning. “Which servants were showing you this?”

“None, maman, I was just watching them…” She stammered, looking to her father for help.

“So, they were playing when they should have been working?” Her mother pressed, looming over her now, her ice-cold eyes glaring.

“Non, they weren’t. Umm…” She tried to hide the strings, but her mother’s hand snatched them and pulled them from her fingers. The girl yelped as her fingers are twisted when the strings are wrenched free.

“Which servants?”

“I don’t know.” She pleaded, but it wasn’t that she didn’t know. It’s that she also knew what her mother did to servants who showed her things, who played with her. She never saw them again and the rest avoided her afterwards.

“How can you remember useless things like this but can’t remember faces or your studies or anything useful?” Her mother’s voice had this way about it. She never screamed, not really. The intensity of the tone, the silences that spoke volumes, it was all there like distant thunder.

Her father’s cloud, meanwhile, was just along for the ride. Silent. Benign. Uninvolved.


Mother, will you think of me in your prayers?
This nineteenth century is a mess
Oh you can try and fix it
But it breaks
Oh you can try and love it
But it hates
Oh it hates



"I should've rescued you," he says, whisper quiet.

She walked past the music room. She even walked quickly so that her elven ears wouldn’t intrude on the conversation happening. But then she heard those words. She knew what those words meant to her wife, how she’d yearned for her father to sweep into that horrible place and take her away, take her somewhere that might have taught her what safety was. But he never did. Because he was in Hell.

From what she knew, everything James Redgrove and Sareena Lorallen had gone through was so much worse than her own story. Her story was somewhere between being spoiled in luxury yet having no freedom to enjoy it. Being torn away from her sister while finally escaping her mother. Being free to be herself with people who love her, but rarely being able to tell anyone who she is.

She’d wondered why she was so nervous about Sareena’s father and maybe it was just because… he was a father. The woman she loved had deserved and understood that she should have been saved by someone, anyone, but especially her father. But he’d been in Hell and that had remained a fantasy for her whole life until she saved herself. And so, he could be forgiven.

For Maelie though…her father had been right there.



This is for everything we had
It's the good and it's the bad
It's the state of love and trust
And this is for you
And this is for us



She was a wretched sobbing mess by the time her mother was finished. Not a hand had been laid on her, but her mother had never needed to. She reserved that for when she was too angry for words. She watched the skirts of her mother’s dress whisk away towards the door; her head held high as if making up for the pathetic state she left her daughter in.

The girl knelt on the ground, unmoving, trying to be as small and quiet so as not to draw any more attention in the now silent room.

Her father’s chair creaked. Her ears picked up the soft sound of fabric on fabric as he rose. Through bleary eyes she caught sight of his shoes and for one, brief, split second, she stopped crying.

But the shoes turned and left her. Silent. Benign. Uninvolved.



Oh will you break my fall
Oh when I climb too high?
I always lose my nerve
It happens every time
Oh will you bring me home
Oh when I'm barely alive
It's the state of love and trust
And this is for you
And this is for us



Mae turns when she gets to the top of the stairs, she had meant to go to her office but instead she walks to Elsinore’s room. Opening the door, quiet as ever, she peeks in on her sleeping daughter.

Wrapped in warm blankets with her orange apri-cat curled up next to her, she was peaceful. As Mae gets closer, she notices the ribbons for Sugar’s hair gripped in the little hand that stuck out from the blankets.

Her shoes gently make their way to stand next to the bed as Mae leans over to tuck the blankets in, slipping the ribbons out and laying them on the dresser so they don’t get lost if she turns in bed. Then she kisses Elsie’s forehead and promises,


“I love you and I will always come to save you.”


This is for everything we had
It's the good and it's the bad
It's the state of love and trust
And this is for you
And this is for us

Oh will you break my fall
Oh when I climb too high?
I always lose my nerve
It happens every time
Oh will you bring me home
Oh when I'm barely alive?
It's the state of love and trust
And this is for you
This is for us
And this is for you
And this is for us
This is for you
This is for us
This is for us.

Maelie's Journal Ordered oldest to newest

  1. The Last Rule
    November 27th, 1882, - Novandria
  2. The Den
    06 Dec 2022 09:56:24
  3. Am I losing?
    08 Dec 2022 06:38:19
  4. A Close Call
    24 Dec 2022 04:42:45
  5. Plans
    08 Jan 2023 03:25:16
  6. New Toys
    09 Jan 2023 03:46:07
  7. Mistakes were made
    13 Jan 2023 12:09:59
  8. Too close to home
    17 Jan 2023 12:57:03
  9. Not like you.
    27 Jan 2023 03:51:17
  10. This City is Mine.
    February 6th, 1883
  11. Aimless?
    March 5, 1883 - Novandria
  12. The Game Begins
    February 13th, 1883
  13. Too much like You
    March 13, 1883
  14. Safer in Shadows
    April 3, 1883
  15. New Beginnings
    April 7th, 1883
  16. Ready to Run
    April 17th, 1883
  17. Home
    April 25, 1883
  18. Can you steal a heart?
    May 8th, 1883
  19. Trouble
    11th of May, 1883
  20. Heartbreak
    14th of May, 1883
  21. Hunter or Prey?
    16th of May, 1883
  22. Guilt
    19th of May, 1883
  23. Untrustworthy
    21st of May, 1883
  24. Why am I like this?
    25th of May, 1883
  25. Worthy
    8th of June, 1883
  26. The One She Left Behind
    13th June, 1883
  27. Annnd it's back...
    July 1st, 1883
  28. Learning to Fly
    July 4th, 1883
  29. Thrill of the Hunt
    July 29th, 1883
  30. From the Embers
    21st of August, 1883 // 1867
  31. Mother Knows Best
    16th of September, 1883
  32. A Snake, a Star, and a Fox
    25th of September, 1883, Novandria
  33. It wasn't him.
    28th of September, 1883, Novandria
  34. The New Blade
    13th of September, 1883
  35. Something Good
    October 31, 1883 - Novandria
  36. The wound that won't close
    18th of December, 1883 - Novandria
  37. Promise
    25th of December, 1883 - Novandria
  38. Fallen through the cracks
    6th of January, 1884 - Novandria
  39. Day to Night
    7th of January, 1884
  40. What's Left to the Shadows
    22nd of January, 1884, Novandria
  41. The World without Colour
    18th of February, 1884, Bellancourt, Montaigne,
  42. Seventeen Roofs
    26th of February, Novandria, Eisen
  43. Crossing the Board
    4th of March, 1884, Novandria, Eisen
  44. New Freedom
    May 4th, 1884
  45. Saved
    5th of May, 1884/16th of July, 1858

The major events and journals in Maelie's history, from the beginning to today.

Saved

[i]Some days, Maelie cursed her elven hearing. The awkwardness around Sareena’s father being in the house hung over them all and everyone was waiting for something to happen, for words to be said. Mae understood though as she tried to imagine hersel...

05:22 am - 05.05.2024

Saved

[i]Some days, Maelie cursed her elven hearing. The awkwardness around Sareena’s father being in the house hung over them all and everyone was waiting for something to happen, for words to be said. She pulled herself away to stop herself from eavesdroppi...

05:13 am - 05.05.2024

New Freedom

“Change heading three degrees to port.” [i]First Officer Vasko’s voice resonated through the bridge. It simultaneously felt like he never raised his voice, yet everyone always heard his orders from one end to the other. His vaguely threatening d...

02:22 pm - 04.05.2024

Weapons Deck

04:47 am - 09.04.2024

Lower Observation Deck

04:46 am - 09.04.2024

Interior Walkways

04:46 am - 09.04.2024

Engine Room

04:45 am - 09.04.2024

Crew Quarters

04:45 am - 09.04.2024

Cargo Hold

04:44 am - 09.04.2024

Captain's Cabin

04:44 am - 09.04.2024

Bridge of the Sky Hunter

04:43 am - 09.04.2024

Adventurer's Quarters on the Sky Hunter

04:41 am - 09.04.2024

Maelie Arsenault's airship, Le Chasseur du Ciel [The Sky Hunter]

04:33 am - 09.04.2024

Day dress

02:42 pm - 26.09.2023

Casual outfit and coat

02:37 pm - 26.09.2023

Revolver

03:09 pm - 14.05.2023

Hunting Rifle

03:09 pm - 14.05.2023

The Game Begins

Fox was spending more time in her den lately. She needed somewhere to think clearly and tactfully about how to manage her criminal affairs without getting distracted with adventures, courting, and whatever tiny disaster was occurring. She had setup a dart...

05:27 pm - 13.02.2023

This City is Mine.

[i]Fox closed the secret entrance to her den behind her before stepping back and collapsing in a chair. Too much adrenaline for way too long. The tension of waiting out on rooftops, alleyways, and sewers before making her way here had been particularly ex...

11:29 pm - 06.02.2023

Not like you.

Maelie leaned against a tree, she had just changed out of her Fox gear, stashed it all into the luggage and put on some unremarkable travelling clothes. She re-inventoried her bags and was almost ready to head out, but as she took a few breaths, her racin...

03:51 am - 27.01.2023

Too close to home

Fox had retreated to her den with a collection of newspapers after she saw the article about the jewellery thefts. She had been the only one hitting jewellery stores over the passed few months, who could have stepped into her territory like this? Maybe th...

12:57 am - 17.01.2023

Mistakes were made

She frowned as she read the paper. Gunpowder had been a horrible idea and she'd known it from the start. Then again, that job had been a horrible idea from the same. Harkim had cared far too little about the fallout of destroying a shipment of goods in...

12:09 am - 13.01.2023

New Toys

Fox tugged the gloves on. They fit snugly to the hand, the soft black leather barely noticeable. Inspecting them she smirks at the slashes at the end that allow her fingertips to have a better feel for lock picks and other precise instruments. With a snap...

03:46 pm - 09.01.2023

Plans

“Stay?” "Stay for a bit?" "Are...are you leaving?" It was the real question she was asking all along. She had panicked Cardinal with talk of houses by accident, but it had drawn out her real fears. Would she leave? On a whim? When something bette...

03:25 pm - 08.01.2023

A Close Call

She comes into her hideout from the sewers, her dress ruined, mask pulled off, and hair fallen into a mess. She drops her coat on the floor and shivers as she closes the secret entrance behind her before going to collapse in a chair. Burying her face in h...

04:42 am - 24.12.2022

Am I losing?

Victor… why had she called him that back there? Maelie was better than that, she was careful with her words, and afterwards she had even recovered well. But it wasn’t enough, the words were said, and she was left to deal with it. She was an expert ...

06:38 pm - 08.12.2022

The Den

The lock of the warehouse’s side door clicked and opened, Fox entered and left the lights off. Used to the dark, the odd part was opening the door with a key. Closing it behind her, she stepped into the warehouse she ‘owned’, or rather Garrus Heinri...

09:56 pm - 06.12.2022

Casual

01:43 am - 30.11.2022

Adventuring Gear

01:42 am - 30.11.2022

Fox outfit

01:39 am - 30.11.2022

Uncle Mika (Orc)

01:28 am - 30.11.2022

Aunt Kallie

01:28 am - 30.11.2022

The Last Rule

Another night, another rooftop. This time in the Central Ward, dashing across the tops of the markets and offices of the heart of the Novandria. Maelie had seen Cardinal back to her room, said good night, exchanged kisses and delirious grins, and said goo...

05:46 am - 27.11.2022

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