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[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=1a7b30][center]Morag Kyrann[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[center][img]Character Image[/img][/center]
[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=1a7b30][center]ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[b][color=1a7b30]ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖:[/color][/b] Morag Kyrann
[b][color=1a7b30]𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕤:[/color][/b] The Butcher of Sun Valley
[b][color=1a7b30]𝔸𝕘𝕖:[/color][/b] 51
[b][color=1a7b30]𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤:[/color][/b] Orc
[b][color=1a7b30]𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣:[/color][/b] Female
[b][color=1a7b30]𝕆𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟/ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕜:[/color][/b] Cook/Fighter (former militia soldier)
[b][color=1a7b30]𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥:[/color][/b] Chaotic Neutral

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[b][color=1a7b30]ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥:[/color][/b] 7'2"
[b][color=1a7b30]𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕:[/color][/b] Heavy but strong
[b][color=1a7b30]𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤:[/color][/b] Red-brown
[b][color=1a7b30]ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕣:[/color][/b] Gray, formerly red
[b][color=1a7b30]𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕖:[/color][/b] Olive green
[b][color=1a7b30]𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤/𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤/ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤:[/color][/b] Lots of body scars, gold tusks, pierced ears and eyebrow
[b][color=1a7b30]ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖:[/color][/b] Utilitarian and often sloppy. The last time someone tried to make her wear a uniform, she put him in the infirmary. 

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[i][color=1a7b30][center]Tough * Experienced * Rough-edged * Caring * Rebellious[/center][/color][/i]

[b][color=1a7b30]ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤:[/color][/b] Nope.

[b][color=1a7b30]ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕖:[/color][/b] 

[b][color=1a7b30]What first impression do you make?[/color][/b] "Don't screw with me. Ain't hard to make that impression when you're the biggest in the room and seen more fightin' than all of 'em put together."

[b][color=1a7b30]What are you like in a high stress situation?[/color][/b] "I [i]am[/i] the high-stress situation. Can't remember last time somethin' managed to rattle me."

[b][color=1a7b30]What are your best and worst qualities?[/color][/b] "Been around the block, learned the hard lessons. Don't mind teaching 'em, but I got no patience if someone's too dense to listen. Really, ain't got a lot of patience to start with."

[b][color=1a7b30]What is something about yourself that you would never admit to anyone?[/color][/b] "That's the dumbest question I ever heard. The hell makes you think I'd just tell ya that?" (Part of me... misses the fighting. There's nothing like the thrill of combat, even when it costs... everything.)

[b][color=1a7b30]What are your dreams?[/color][/b] "Settle down without settlin' down. Seen too much fighting, but I also ain't about to sit on my ass til I kick it. Figured I'd keep on the move, maybe see some things I ain't yet."

[b][color=1a7b30]How do you want to be seen by others?[/color][/b] "Someone who gets her job done." (Someone they can rely on. No matter what.)

[b][color=1a7b30]How do you see [i]yourself?[/i][/color][/b] "Someone who gets her job done." (Someone who tries.)

[b][color=1a7b30]Do you tend to make snap judgements, or stop and think about things?[/color][/b] "Go by instinct, usually. My mind runs off if I try'n think too hard on something."

[b][color=1a7b30]What haunts you?[/color][/b] "I been fightin' all my life. What doesn't haunt me?" (That last rebellion. The one we lost... We lost so many lives.)

[b][color=1a7b30]What is your philosophy on life?[/color][/b] "Just take care of you and yours. Ain't no reason to get into everyone else's lives."



[b][color=1a7b30]ℍ𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Takes a trinket from her pocket and turns it over in her hand when tense
[*] Smokes when bored
[*] Tends to stay away from windows or viewports
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[b][color=1a7b30]ℍ𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕤:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Painting
[*] Memento collecting
[*] Gambling
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[b][color=1a7b30]𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Getting pulled into another war
[*] Dying for nothing[/list]
[b][color=1a7b30]𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Cooking, especially new recipes
[*] Teaching (informally)
[*] Sightseeing
[*] People who stick to their values[/list]
[b][color=1a7b30]𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤:[/color][/b]
[list][*] Government
[*] Nightmares
[*] Chatterboxes
[*] How empty space is
[*] Being snuck up on
[*] Wealthy people
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[b][color=1a7b30]𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:[/color][/b]
[list]
[*] Cooking: Usually simple fare, but enjoys making more interesting recipes
[*] Guerrilla warfare and small unit tactics
[*] Firearm proficiency
[*] Brewing and distilling
[*] Intimidation, especially if the target knows her reputation
[*] First Aid
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[b][color=1a7b30]𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝/𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤:[/color][/b]
[list]
[*] Alchemy/potion brewing
[*] Working knowledge of drugs and poisons
[/list]
[b][color=1a7b30]𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:[/color][/b]
[list]
[*] "Sic Semper" - Customized battle rifle, used in the Tartan Rebellions
[*] High-quality chef's knives
[*] Oversized combat knife
[*] "Secret" spice pouch 
[*] Lucky dice
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Morag grew up poor on a mining moon in the Tartan System, a place where United Planets law meant little and where workers were treated as disposable resources by the corporate-industrial Coalition that administrated the area. Both her parents worked to support her until they died from the harsh conditions. Left alone as a teen, she took to the streets and became involved with an underground movement that planned to rebel against the corrupt government that had such power over them. Not long after she joined the cause, a labor dispute escalated into protests, then riots, and then a bloody uprising.

The war she found herself in was horrifyingly brutal, and Morag embraced that brutality as a way of life. She became admired among the rebels for her dedication to the cause, and feared by the mercenaries that she fought. She earned the moniker "The Butcher of Sun Valley" after a particularly deadly rout, where rebel forces under her command managed to trap a Coalition battalion in a ruined area and slaughtered the entire force.

After years of fighting, the rebels were able to declare victory. For Morag, however, victory meant that she no longer had a cause to fight for, no purpose to strive toward. Everything she'd wanted had come true, and it just felt hollow. She tried to make a life for herself in the following years, but she couldn't feel satisfied without something to fight for, and eventually left her home when the planet it orbited became embroiled in its own war of independence.

She continued to fight her way through the system, traveling from one conflict to the next, always joining the side of the oppressed and gaining a fearsome reputation. Eventually, though, she began to tire. She couldn't deny she was getting older, and seeing the same fight play out again and again wore on her soul. When one lunar rebellion was crushed despite her best effort, the Butcher disappeared.

Now, after staying off the radar for three years, she surfaces on Iyananor, seeking a way to build herself a new life.


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[b][color=1a7b30]ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℚ𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖:[/color][/b] "Listen up and ya might learn somethin'."
[b][color=1a7b30]𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔼𝕝𝕤𝕖:[/color][/b] 
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