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[color=MediumSeaGreen][b]Name:[/b][/color] Lady Moire of Vedra
[color=MediumSeaGreen][b]Nick Name:[/b][/color] Lady Fury
[color=MediumSeaGreen][b]Age:[/b][/color] 30
[color=MediumSeaGreen][b]Sex:[/b][/color] Female

[color=MediumSeaGreen][b]Appearance:[/b][/color]
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Lady Moire is a rare beauty amongst the dark haired peoples of Britain. Her blonde hair hints at her less than conventional heritage and her decision to wear it in intricate braids and knots common amongst warriors North of Hadrians Wall only reinforce her lineage. She regards the world eyes of an icy blue that always seem to twinkle as if she is enjoying some private joke when she smiles. When she becomes angry the colour fades to an almost smokey grey in colour.

The war in the north has made many things either unavailable, or impractical, and plate mail armour is one of this things. Heavy armour has little use in a region where fighting often takes place in wet or marshy ground. Lady Moire is armoured accordingly and wears reinforced leather equipment. She has set metal bands into her leggings to prevent someone cutting through her ankles. 

When not dressed for war she can set a striking figure and has long been sought after by male suitors on both sides of the Wall, some even from Camelot. Despite this, not even her most hated foe coulee accuse her of wanton lustfulness as it is rumoured she takes no man, or woman, into her bed.   
  
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Lady Moire is from the savage northern regions of Britain. She was born just south of Hadrians Wall in a town called Vinovia, the product of a Brynaich raid in which her father raped her Angle mother. The young child of that unwilling union was born into a region torn with violence the likes of which had not seen in nearly four hundred years. Two peoples, widely referred to as the Picts and the Angles, no longer separated by Roman swords, entered into a bloody war that would decimate their lands. 

Young Moire was loved by her mother despite her heritage. She raised Moire to hate the Picts, and to seek revenge on the people who had raped her and destroyed her own family. Moire proved an apt pupil and was taken as a squire by a local knight, Sir Oswold of Bamburg, his own sons and daughters having been massacred by the Picts. Moire learned to fight with sword and bow, on horseback and on foot, the never ending combat between the various peoples in the north bringing her plenty of opportunities to hone her skills.  

The volatile nature of the North allowed for men or women of any birth to rise in rank, few noble lines remained even partially intact, or alive for that matter. Sir Oswold of Bamburg officially adopted Moire on her sixteenth birthday, knighting her the following day. The Saxons came shortly afterwards.

Lady Moire earned her reputation fighting the Saxons and Picts both. A brilliant tactical commander and soldier she forced defeats on numerous well known enemies, garnering even the admiration of the soon to be King Arthur. On several occasions she received invitations to join the Kings Court in Camelot but fighting in the north prevented her from doing so. 

The war in the north has been a savage one and is rarely fought on horseback. Here, amid the high stone hills and deep forests a warrior learns to be lethal with a sword, spear or stave, and stealthy in movement. Fights are close, personal, and always fatal to one party. Lady Moire earned her reputation as a skilled and deadly opponent, appearing where least expected and killing with a ferocity that earned her the nickname "Lady Fury". 

But, unbelievably, a fragile has peace came at the hands of King Arthur, at least south of Hadrians Wall at any rate. The various Angle factions have been united by the Pendragon and the Picts beaten so badly that they had retreated into the highlands. Sir Oswold, aging gracefully for a man in her fifties, has ordered Lady Moire south to support the Kings court while His Majesty is questing for the Cup of Christ.

[color=MediumSeaGreen][b]Traits of Avalon:[/b][/color]
∞-The Wolf’s Teeth: Your swordsmanship is the stuff of legend. An average foe that is at the tip of your blade can expect to taste its fatal bite. 

∞-The Sparrow’s Wing: You are fleet of both foot and hand. The innate speed you possess allows you to move faster than an average knight in combat and beyond. 
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