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[b]Name:[/b] Moira Messer

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

Appearance: [hider=Appearance][img]http://i.imgur.com/DR6rfkH.jpg[/img][/hider]
[b]Starting Artifact(s):[/b] 
Darkness Element - Collar: emanates a fog of darkness that obscures vision.
[hider=Collar][img]http://i.imgur.com/niIEBVl.jpg[/img][/hider]
[b]Orphanage Hometown:[/b] Baston Town

[b]History:[/b] Moira was delivered to the Baston Orphanage as an infant, left with only a family name, Messer, and a whispered apology. At least, that’s the story she received from one of caretakers who happened to be there that night. Personally, Moira didn’t mind -- she couldn’t miss a parent she never knew after all. According to some children who had arrived when they were older, it might actually be better. 

A particularly precocious child, Moira was never one for rules -- always looking for some way to subvert them, and justify breaking them whenever caught. Punishment was never a deterrent, just an excellent reason not to get caught. 

The caretakers told her that hitting others was bad, and against the rules. Moira understood that it hurt people and was bad manners, but breaking the rules was so fun. Some rules weren’t enforced by the orphanage -- these rules were unspoken, like “girls can’t play with boys” or “girls can’t beat boys”. She broke these rules all the same.

As she grew older, new rules came into place. Boys and girls must sleep in different rooms. Moira didn’t immediately know why this was a rule, but she soon found out. That was a very fun rule to break.

As Moira grew bored of breaking the rules, she found a new pleasure -- getting others to break the rules. Especially the rules they’d set for themselves. Push and pull and prod people and interesting things tended to happen.

[b]Personality:[/b] Self-indulgent, impulsive, flirtatious, and selectively callous, yet also affectionate, sociable, and considerate. 

[b]Theme Song:[/b] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZcoqR9Bwx1Y
(Yeah, I know. Shh.)
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