She stands motionless in the moonlight, the beams breaking through the branches above meet her white skin making it glow in the night. Her hair is as pale as her skin, pure unblemished white falling softly behind her in gentle waves. Her large staring eyes are a pale violet, their deep sadness and tiredness betray the youthful face they look from. White lashes fall slowly as she blinks, each time doing so as if the passage of time is what tires her so. She looks at you with judgement, those sorrowful eyes looking beyond your physical body and into something within your soul. The delicate features turn up, as if looking down on you or perhaps satisfied with what she found in your heart. She is called Maya, she has no last name and has never needed one.

Her clothing of choice is always a mixture of beauty and practicality, the top of her clothes like medieval dresses with long sleeves allowing movement of her arms. Her leggings trace her long legs and on her feet are high heeled boots which make her seem as if she dances on her toes as she turns. All her clothes share the same albinism as her skin, white and pearl with gold trimmings. But the most striking item on her body is her sword, always by her side and wielded with both passion and aggression. A long twisted sheath gives way to a thin blade that has the precision reach the heart through the smallest of cracks. The handle opens into a unique cage, series of pale opal hairs and curls wrapping around her hand as she wields it with purpose towards the hearts of those who stand against her.

[Appearance 5]



Known forms

White Mare:


Dove:


Cat:


Eagle: