Name: Huhnvow vos Ma’aize

Nickname: Maize

Occupation: Tailor/Weaver


Though some find the young man difficult to read, Maize himself is nothing if not consistent. He is an individual who values self expression over any other form of behavior, and expresses himself quite extravagantly when given the opportunity. Having chosen professions where he can mix a work ethos with his artistic wants, he's quick to gain reputations wherever he practices his crafts of sewing, knitting, or weaving. Equally likely to be found in patterned dresses as he is comfortable sweaters, the few constants that mark his form is the aroma of sweet fruits and floral patterns.

Curious and eager to witness what the world has to offer, Maize is easily convinced to go to new places or experience new things. However this feeds into an odd lack of connection Maize himself seems to possess, lacking much interest in anchoring himself anywhere. The closest he comes is preferences of climates and environments, where the cold and mountainous catch his interest the most. Along with this, he has an odd view of relationships with others. Passing connections and friendships are easily released, where he finds an active participation to be necessary for his connections to be anything more. Though his high work ethic often leads to a reliance within the communities he drifts between, he seems to actively dislike the idea that his presence is needed rather than wanted, where he will quickly move on if he feels interaction becomes increasingly obligated rather than chosen.

For better and for worse, Maize rarely speaks of things he considers private. While this leads to many trusting him with gossip and secrets he never dares speak again, it also leads to few truly beginning to grasp the inner workings of the leporidae and his feelings.



Maize was raised in a clan that considered itself very traditionalist, with expectations of its members that were often strict and unyielding. Maize, despite standing out from a young age, was forced into traditions of combat and frequently reprimanded for his less than 'masculine' interests and behaviors. While he speaks little of this time, it's well known among those he grew up around that upon reaching the age of majority, he simply left and never again returned. Since then, despite having quite a large family, none have heard from him or seen him since. It's unclear if the name he carries is his birth name, but he has been known ever since to pick up and drop names at his own leisure.

Upon leaving on his own, he joined with a small group of adventurers who began to rely on his basic talents of swordplay. Despite seeming to get along well with them, he slowly began to withdraw before vanishing without a word, moving on before claiming when asked that he had little knowledge of how to use such weapons. Finding himself in a town that saw heavy trade, Maize enlisted himself under the apprenticeship of an old weaver who found some comfort in passing down his talents to a young man who seemed eager to learn them. While he was by no means the best student his teacher had seen, he made up for such shortcomings with an eagerness to learn and a genuine interest in the craft itself. He favored to fill his spare time with books and other crafts, from there his appearance slowly shifting to the one most commonly associated with the weaver today, full of fruity scents and floral iconography.

While he still retains some connection to the old weaver, from there he continues to wander from place to place, staying in regions for months or up to a year before moving on, finding much to see in this strange and beautiful world.