'''Name:''' Moira Catriona Montrose
'''Age:''' 10
'''Race:''' passive
'''Place of Origin:''' The Stacks, Anaxas
'''Occupation:''' Brunnhold servant
!!!Back story
Moira was born on Loshis 20, 2702. Her family, consisting of 22 year old Sarah and her 24 year old husband Stephan, were overjoyed to have her. Sarah dressed her up in a tiny frilly yellow dress, and both proud parents paraded her around the town. Moira's mother, a red headed green eyed woman, doted on her and gave her anything she wanted. Sarah stayed home with Moira, and made sure she was properly spoiled, and always wearing the latest fashions, which of course, sometimes weren't late enough. The woman taught her child how to sew, and together they set many a fashion trend. The girl never wore the same thing twice. Moira's father, a tall brunette with yellow eyes, was an adventurer. He traveled the world and brought back many a treasure: books, clothing and gowns from other countries, and toys that Moira would never have dreamed of. He gave all of them to his daughter, and she loved every single one.
Moira was never left in the care of a nanny. She was always with her mother and, when he was home, her father never left her side. She enjoyed the time she had with her parents, they taught her how to read and count. It surprised the girl just how far she could count, numbers go up pretty high. She learned proper manners, and also how to use sarcasm with a sweet smile and sugar-coated words, making it seem as though you were being nice when really you were throwing insults. Sharp, sugary insults.
Moira looked forward to her tenth birthday, her parents spoke of a school where you learned magic and dueled with other students! It sounded, well, magical. She wanted nothing more than to learn to cast spells, she imagined she was the most powerful magician in all of Vita, and dreamed that nothing could stop her. She drove her parents crazy with talk of Brunnhold and spells and magic, and at the same time her parents beamed with happiness every time she brought it up.
The week of her tenth birthday she grew even more excited, it was all she talked about, ever. She and her parents just knew she would have a high score. She didn't count failure as an option, never dreamed she might fail the exam. Her parents planned a huge party for her, to celebrate both her birthday and her joining the school. The plan was that she would pass, come home, be greeted by the gigantic amount of people who had been invited just to celebrate her! The day she turned ten she was fed a big breakfast in bed, bathed and dressed in the frilliest of frilly green dresses complete with green silk hair bows and white stockings, and delivered into the hands of Brunnhold.
She failed the test, all the while believing she was passing with the greatest score she could possibly receive. When she was handed back to her parents, who already knew the news, she smiled the prettiest of smiles and ran into the arms of her mother. Only when her beloved mother broke down crying, did she realize what she was, what she had been all along.
Now she is forced to work in Brunnhold, doing any chore she is able. Mopping, sweeping, trying to cook, and sewing. She mostly sews for the other students and passives, something she would have been able to charge for after a few more years of practice, but is now forced to do for free.
!!!Personality
Ten years of getting anything she so much as smiled at, have turned her into a spoiled little child. She had never been told the meaning of the word no, and is now forced to live that word every single day.
No to magic.
No to big pretty dresses.
No to seeing her parents.
No to everything she ever was.
The desire to learn magic makes her stop and watch when others duel, and gets her in trouble for not working when she is supposed to be.
She has never run around or moved very quickly, but now she must. She must rush from chore to chore, she must sew quickly, and she must speak quickly... It’s all too fast for the little girl.
She had always thought passives were people who did bad things and were punished accordingly. She still believes this, and hates herself for being a passive. She thinks she deserves the punishment, and even worse punishment, while at the same time hating the school and the rules and the servant title. She hates them all, and wants to get away from it. The only thing keeping her from running away is the fact that she believes she deserves punishment, believes she is bad and wrong.
Moira hates her passive tattoo, but doesn't try to hide it. She is often seen covering it with her fingers; she does this when she is embarrassed, sad, or angry. She also does it to remind herself that she isn't worth anything, that she is a passive.
She is usually polite and sweet, but is quick to defend herself, and quick to talk back. Her parents gave her that smart mouth, and it is one of the only things she has left of them.
!!!Physical Description
A four foot three inch tall beauty, she has red-orange curls that fall just above her shoulders, a tiny pointed chin, straight nose, rosy cheeks, and yellow eyes. She has a small, but loud, mouth with full pink lips, her brows and lashes are a darker red than her hair. Her face and shoulders are heavily freckled, though the freckles are thicker down her shoulders and chest than they are on her face. She has dainty hands which used to always be soft, but are now rough and blistered. Small cuts and bruises adorn her fingers and palms from different tasks. Her feet are small, and wear boots. A pincushion full of pins never leaves her wrist (it clips there nicely), and she carries thread, scissors, and a silver thimble in her pocket. She wears a sunny yellow apron most days, over her simple blue dress. Her hair is her best feature, and she loves it. She refuses to cover it up, or chop it off, just to make life as a passive easier. She clips it back with a silver clip when she doesn't want it to get dirty.
!!!Inventory
Clothing:
*Simple blue dress.
*Yellow apron, she made it herself.
*White socks and stockings.
*Brown boots, come halfway to her knee.
*silver earring studs.
*Silver hair clip.
*Second dress, fancier, and made out of blue bed sheets. (She got in trouble for that one)
Weapons:
*Small scissors.
Junk:
*Small story book she snuck in.
*Needle, spools of thread, pincushion, thimble, small scissors.
*Big blanket her mother sent her off with, she had to do many chores before the matrons allowed her to have it.
!!!Skills
*Sewing, she’s learning, and spends all the time she possibly can on it. She uses it to try and make better clothes for her fellow passives, but has to work hard in order to get the fabrics.
*Some cooking, usually not very good.
*Good memory.
*Ability to read.
!!!Goals
She refuses to be a passive. She wants to prove she is worth something, and at the same time doesn't think she actually is. She wants to provide all other passives in the school with nice clothes, so they never have to wear the awful plain clothes they do now. Though the outfits are still blue, she does what she can to make them as beautiful and original as possible so they stand out. She really only wants to prove she is worth something, and does this as much as possible through her sewing.
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she wasn't supposed to look so cute, those curls would make her look like a doll in anything 
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). Please tone it down a bit.