Mayven was born to a Mr. and Mrs Mcalister under the big top. Bother her mother and father both sharp shooters. Ever since she can remember she would be out in the feilds practicing on targets. Both parents teaching her the variety of firearms at the time,How to plant one's feet, and many other firearm lessons.
But, Firearms was not all she leared. Her twin cousins acrobats taught her their trade as well. One would think so much would be hard for a girl of her age to learn all at once, but she managed with enthusiasm. In her later years she would combine the two. Her fave trick to dazzle the crowd was to spin upon a rope as it was zipped up to the top as she discharged a pair of pistols into targets. located at both ends away from the crowds.
Another favored trick was performed outside with straw dummies . Standing perfectly in the center blidefold over her eyes. Her weapons located crossed infront of a rather revealing outfit ,and another pair behind her back. Pulling two at a time and discharging them and tossing them skyward and drawing another pair before the other two had a chance to hit the ground followed by the third set.
All this would abruptly come to an end however during their travels to a port city. Seemed the irish were not to welcomed there. While in a pub the entire troupe met their end via pistol and sword. Having nothing to look foward too she took the last of her parent's savings and bought her way upon a ship. The ship's crew a rather rag tag bunch of cut throats put her to work doing cooking,and cleaning at first.
One night a group of said pirates four in number decided to ruffle through her things while she slept. She awoke with a start and clutched her belongings tightly to her chest and tried to run. A strong hand grabbed her wrist as another blocked her path. Two others got on both sides of her and one tore the bag from her to ruffle through it.
Gunfire soon erupted waking a good portion of the crew. Their swords drawn and pistols brandished moving into the cloud of smoke. As it cleared there in the center of four dead men was that young girl. Her clothes and hair covered with blood, and two smoking pistols were in her hands. Two more smoldering upon the floor at her feet. Just like she had done in the bigtop straw targets and four pistols. They did not expect a girl barely at child birthing age to be as bold as to grab a pistol from one's belt. Discharge it and in the smoke grab for the others.
Well now she was looking up to the main sail with a noose around her neck ready to be strung up, but things did not go that way. Seemed the captain took a shine to her, and that display he was told about helped improve his mood about her. Noose removed she found herself within the captains quarters. " Mayven" The large man spoke rubbing his red beard. Left eye twitching some. " Yer gots guts and a good eye, and i thin yer gots the makins of a fine shipmate. yay or ney?" Mayven swallowed some and simply nodded. A day even now she does not regret.
But, Firearms was not all she leared. Her twin cousins acrobats taught her their trade as well. One would think so much would be hard for a girl of her age to learn all at once, but she managed with enthusiasm. In her later years she would combine the two. Her fave trick to dazzle the crowd was to spin upon a rope as it was zipped up to the top as she discharged a pair of pistols into targets. located at both ends away from the crowds.
Another favored trick was performed outside with straw dummies . Standing perfectly in the center blidefold over her eyes. Her weapons located crossed infront of a rather revealing outfit ,and another pair behind her back. Pulling two at a time and discharging them and tossing them skyward and drawing another pair before the other two had a chance to hit the ground followed by the third set.
All this would abruptly come to an end however during their travels to a port city. Seemed the irish were not to welcomed there. While in a pub the entire troupe met their end via pistol and sword. Having nothing to look foward too she took the last of her parent's savings and bought her way upon a ship. The ship's crew a rather rag tag bunch of cut throats put her to work doing cooking,and cleaning at first.
One night a group of said pirates four in number decided to ruffle through her things while she slept. She awoke with a start and clutched her belongings tightly to her chest and tried to run. A strong hand grabbed her wrist as another blocked her path. Two others got on both sides of her and one tore the bag from her to ruffle through it.
Gunfire soon erupted waking a good portion of the crew. Their swords drawn and pistols brandished moving into the cloud of smoke. As it cleared there in the center of four dead men was that young girl. Her clothes and hair covered with blood, and two smoking pistols were in her hands. Two more smoldering upon the floor at her feet. Just like she had done in the bigtop straw targets and four pistols. They did not expect a girl barely at child birthing age to be as bold as to grab a pistol from one's belt. Discharge it and in the smoke grab for the others.
Well now she was looking up to the main sail with a noose around her neck ready to be strung up, but things did not go that way. Seemed the captain took a shine to her, and that display he was told about helped improve his mood about her. Noose removed she found herself within the captains quarters. " Mayven" The large man spoke rubbing his red beard. Left eye twitching some. " Yer gots guts and a good eye, and i thin yer gots the makins of a fine shipmate. yay or ney?" Mayven swallowed some and simply nodded. A day even now she does not regret.