Character Sheet: Maika

I was Maika once, in a land of the free,
The son of a smith, my lineage of steel,
With the blood of Fëanor flowing in me,
A curse and a gift I could not conceal.

In the halls of my mother's, the Sindar did scorn,
For my father was Noldor, and they saw me as bane.
So I learned in the shadows, and silently sworn,
To craft and to sing, though my heart bore the stain.

I’m the kinslayer, they call me,
A blade raised in the name of fate.
I’ll craft your death or your memory,
For a price, it’s never too late.
But I’m tired of this road, and the blood that I’ve sold,
Yet there’s no place for a heart that’s turned cold.

The forge was my solace, the songs in the night,
Where fire and metal, they danced in my hands.
But fate had a trick, and it bound me in spite,
A thief and a lie, and I was cast from the lands.

The constables came, and their tale was spun,
That I was the rogue with the blade in the dark.
They called me a killer, my deeds were undone,
So I fled, and I wandered, like ash to the spark.

I’m the kinslayer, they call me,
A blade raised in the name of fate.
I’ll craft your death or your memory,
For a price, it’s never too late.
But I’m tired of this road, and the blood that I’ve sold,
Yet there’s no place for a heart that’s turned cold.

Now I deal in steel and sorrow,
A mercenary for hire, no trust to be found.
My hands are stained, my soul’s hollow,
But there's a song I remember from days long unbound.

Under the moon, with the stars in my gaze,
I whisper to them of a life I have lost.
A tale of a smith, now lost in the haze,
Of a man who was broken and counted the cost.

I’m the kinslayer, they call me,
A blade raised in the name of fate.
I’ll craft your death or your memory,
For a price, it’s never too late.
But I’m tired of this road, and the blood that I’ve sold,
Yet there’s no place for a heart that’s turned cold.

So if you meet me on the road, friend, beware,
I’ll guard your back, and I’ll deal out your fight.
But the fire in my heart has long since turned air,
For I am now a mere shadow in the night.

"Maikafinwë Telperinquarion."

"Macarena That'samouthful. Right then, I'm not bloody calling you all that, you're... Fin."

Maika huffed. "That isn't proper Quenya. You literally just called me 'Hair' in -"

Aiden rolled his eyes and chuckled. "All right, Fin."

- The Journey Begins

Maikafinwë Telperinquarion is the half-Sindar son of Celebrimbor, and the great-grandson of Fëanor. He was raised among his mother's people and made an outcast for his Noldor heritage, and true to his Fëanorion roots, he decided to lean into that Noldor heritage and learn the forbidden Quenya as well as smithcraft and the bardic arts. Eventually he was framed for a crime he didn't commit and punished with outlawry, and in exile he made his living as a mercenary.

Maika is pansexual, and ends up mated to a werewolf named Aiden. Aiden is a sharp contrast to Maika's refined elven manners, and the two enjoy bantering and giving each other shit.

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