Character Profiles

[Moiriana the Fair]

Name: Moiriana

Race: Satyr Changeling

Appearance: To most humans, she looks like a tall, stately woman with long, scarlet curls and blue eyes. Her ears have a hint of a point to them, due to a slightly slipped seeming. She wears what she feels is comfortable - that could be anything from tunics to skirts to pants to ... well, anything. Likes to wear green to offset her hair. If you can see her seeming form, her face is much the same although more curvy, with pointed ears, green eyes, and two small, red horns curving from her brow. She wears englamoured clothes, usually a red tank top and a short green or black skirt. Her long legs are covered in dense curly red hair, and she has two delicate, black cloven hooves.

Personality: Moi can be best described as fiery, and perhaps jovial. She likes to smile, welcomes any opportunity for a laugh, and has a fierce, dry wit. Puns, sarcasm, and attitude is to be expected, as is flirting. She has an unexpected love for pointy things, especially her pet butterfly knife, Orin. She can and will, however, be polite and mannered to people she does not know. It's slightly misleading, mostly, because people meet the polite owner Moiriana and then, when she's comfortable with them, they meet the fiesty Moi ...

History: Moiriana was adopted by a kind Irish couple who found her lying in a patch of heather. They thought her abandoned, and so they took her in and raised her, loving her like one of their own. As she grew, Moi was a happy, polite child - her family was wonderful, her sisters and brothers loved her, and although she knew she wasn't blood related, she cared for all of them. When she reached her teens, however, she began to notice ... things. Sometimes it was a flash out of the corner of her eye, or a glimpse of a creature no one else could see.

The day her mother died in a car accident, Moiri went haywire. When she heard the news, she ran into the woods, crying, and didn't stop until she felt her heart would burst. Falling to her knees, she was dizzy and it took time for her to come to what senses she had left. When she finally collected herself, she noticed ... there was hair on her body ... where normally no hair grew. Two tiny tufts of what seemed to be her own red hair curled on the back of each wrist. When she stood, she stumbled, because her legs were not her own ... They were hairy, strangely built, and each ended in a cloven hoof, not a foot.

Moiri almost thought she'd run herself insane. Perhaps she would walk it off, she thought, and began to stumble her way back in the way she thought she'd came. It was then that a figure stepped out from behind a tree. He looked like he could be her father, grizzled, redhaired and kindly, almost librarianesque. Except from the waist down he had the same furry legs and hooves. That was when Moiriana met her mentor, Etain the Librarian, the goat who would teach her about what she was: a satyr. He imparted the history of the Changelings, and of her own kith to her, taught her how to protect herself and her seeming from humans, and how to muse them to glean Glamour in order to keep herself aware of her fae self.

Moiriana returned to her father and her family, safe in the knowledge of who she was in two worlds, an uneasy place at best. Soon she graduated from school and, after several years of working in various pubs around home, decided to make her own way. It was then that she moved to Gaia, opening her own pub, The Half Pint, and created her life there.  

[noodlepower]

Name: December A. Tears

Age: 16

Nationality: American

Likes: poetry, cute things, long walks in the park, philosophy, prayer, love, writing, loyalty, friendship, honor, boys who act gentlemenly, fairy tales, food especially sweets

Dislikes: lies, ugly things, sports, deception, death, demons and devils, temptation, boys who are rude, conspiracies

Talents: poetry, art, theatre

Personality: Happy, upbeat, and friendly. December is the type of person who doesn't like to see other people suffering and genuinely caring person. She is mostly quiet, but that's because sometimes, she has a habit of stuttering and mispronouncing words. Somehow, her brain thinks faster than her mouth can move. She has a vivid imagination, and is quite the dreamer. December stands up for the things she believe in and will not let anyone try to change who is she.

History : December was born in LA, California. Her mother was a cook at a popular, high class restaurant. Her father owned a small law firm business. December lived a relatively middle class life. In fact, she was born on Christmas day and thus, she was given her name: December Angel Tears.

December lived a relatively normal life. Because her mother was just barely nineteen and in college when December, the girl lived a fairly lonely childhood. During the day, she was shipped off to a daycare center. In the evening, her father would her pick up and take her to work with him. She would sit in the corner of his office and write until her mother came and got her. On the weekends, she would play by herself and as a result, she developed quite an imagination.

December was in a terrible car crash when she 12. She was paralyzed from the neck down, but a new and expensive type of surgery allowed her the ability to walk. A rich man that her father kept from going to prison paid for December's surgery as a way to show gratitude to her father.

It was in fifth grade when December's English teacher noticed that the little girl wrote amazing poetry. The style with which she wrote was extremely mature and her poetry was often described as haunting. By the time, she turned 15, December had become quite a renown writer.

Everyone wondered how a child so young could portray such things as love, death, pain, sorrow so accurately… so precisely. December only gave them a cryptic answer: "My words are not my words, but the words of my other self. A part of me that never got the chance to exist."

It was during an opening of a new literary magazine in which her poems were to be featured that she met Lucifer. Something inside of her screamed to run away from the man… to run and keep running and never look back, but at the same time, something drew her to the man. It was like trying to defy fate. The more you ran from it, the closer it pulled you to it.

After their brief meeting, December received a full scholarship to attend
Saint Tempus Memoria.

Appearance:

December has shoulder-length, black hair with blonde highlights. She has dark brown, perceptive eyes. She is 5'5 and average size. She isn't skinny but she isn't big either. December has natural curves and many people like to hug because they say she is so soft. Her skin is slightly tanned.

Physical: 5'5, weighs 128lbs, has a three moles on the right side of her neck, a strawberry shaped birthmark on her left thigh, and a long scar down the middle of her back.

Clothing: December's normal attire is a pair of blue jean shorts, and a purple, sleeveless button down shirt. If she isn't wearing her black flip flops, she's wearing a pair of white tennis shoes. Other times, she perfers a pair low rider, denim jeans and a white tank top. She wears a golden locket with a picture of her parents on the inside. If she ever goes out, she puts on a pink, spaghetti strapped, slip dress and a pair of knee-high boots. Her style is tomboyish, yet feminine at the same time.