Moira Andriu

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Your info;
Your Name: Becky
Years Role-playing: 8
Other Characters: Nada

Characters Info;
Characters Name: Moira Iolar Andriu
Age: 20
Son of Adam or Daughter of Eve: Daughter of Eve

Personality: I.n.n.o.c.e.n.c.e:: Moira looks like the innocent girl, shy, quiet and modest. Is she really? Moira is a warrior; she was born into a family of knights, but unfortunately as the wrong gender. All Archenlanders are taught to fight, boys more than the girls. She’s as good with a bow as she is with a sword, and is not afraid to prove it. Trouble maker? Oh, yes indeed. Ever wonder who starts the fight, well if it isn’t Moira then she is most surely the one finishing it.

C o u r a g e:: The Archenlanders always said that they had the fighting blood, Moira has the stubbornness and courage to go with it. She would plunge herself into a battle not her own to defend someone weaker, or stronger, her father has forbidden it on many occasions, but she still believes that she was born in the wrong body. Perhaps it’s insanity, perhaps it’s her good, but she does things she shouldn’t do. Courage can also be stupidity.

♦ Bad Temper:: Moria is a loose canon, she has many faults her anger is the worst one. She has the fiery passion of a warrior, and the easy angered manner of a man. A simple comment on her gender and she will explode, and she will make you remember that she may be a woman, but she can still fight as well as any man. Her bad temper causes fights, fights cause hurt, and hurt people are not happy people. Suitors have tried to come tame the rose, but they have been stuck with her thorns.


Pessimist: Why is it that a girl of only twenty years a pessimist? She understands that life is a war, every year a battle. She also understands that something’s are her fault, but she blames herself for too much. Simple things that could go wrong with anyone she takes full credit for, and beats herself up for it.

And The Rest:
She hates being woken in the morning; she can hold her drink as well as men can, though she regrets it later on. She’s been known to ignore the male gender for her own sanity, because she fears to love, she fears commitment; to give herself to someone completely. She’s waiting for that one man to show up and sweep her off her feet, or try. She’s kind to her friends, a villain to her enemies, a mature woman, though sometimes that fades away. She smiles at somethin’s, and nearly laughs easily. Perseverant, stubborn, sarcastic, and overall a decent girl.

♣A Sheepdog♣

What is a sheepdog? A sheepdog is the type of person who will protect the flock of sheep against the wolves. Moira is a knight, as she will protect the land, and the people. It’s in her blood as well as her heart. The same adrenaline the courses through the veins of knights. She waits to fight. She is something akin to a shieldmaiden, if called to protect she will.

Description of physical being:

Tall, sturdy and fair. She moves with a practiced grace that has been nailed into her brain. She has blonde hair that goes down to her waist; it gets trimmed on occasion, but not often. It’s usually worn down, held back only by a pewter clip in the shape of a Celtic knot. She has the light skin of the Irish, and a light dusting of freckles. Moira’s eyes are as gray as the sea on cloudy days.

Her body shape is that of a woman that would be good for childbearing, or fighting, depending on who you talk to. She isn’t the most beautiful thing on the planet; those traits were given to her sister. Her hips are too wide, her lower lip too full, she isn’t all flat on her stomach, God forbid there be some puppy fat. Moira dresses to be in comfort at home, she will be seen in a peasants type of dress, a blue under dress, with a brown jumper over top with soft kid boots that are worn to the sole.

Her muscles have been toned on the practice fields and in battles. She's not without scars, or imperfections. The most noticable scare is one on her collar bone, maybe five inches long from the first battle.

Lately in Aslans's court she has been called the white lady, for her the bell sleeved white gown that she is seen where nearly all the time, if not that, a green and gold one. She is not a material type of noble. What little jewels she does wear have a story. The necklace that has an emerald on each side of a ruby was an heirloom given by her grandfather to his true love, her father kept it for his second born daughter, but once Moira grew, he knew it was meant for her. The pewter clip of a Celtic knot was a gift from her eldest brother Malcolm.

[Aslan]

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Awsome bio. From now on you will be known as Moira Andrui.