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βπππ: Morag Kyrann
πΈππππ€ππ€: The Butcher of Sun Valley
πΈππ: 51
ππ‘πππππ€: Orc
πΎπππππ£: Female
ππππ¦π‘ππ₯ππ π/βπππ: Cook/Fighter (former militia soldier)
πΈππππππππ₯: Chaotic Neutral
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βπππππ₯: 7'2"
πΉπ¦πππ: Heavy but strong
πΌπͺππ€: Red-brown
βπππ£: Gray, formerly red
ππππ ππ ππ: Olive green
πππ₯π₯π π π€/ππππ£π€/βπππ£πππππ€: Lots of body scars, gold tusks, pierced ears and eyebrow
βππ£π€π πππ ππ₯πͺππ: Utilitarian and often sloppy. The last time someone tried to make her wear a uniform, she put him in the infirmary.
βππ£π€π πππππ₯πͺ:
Tough * Experienced * Rough-edged * Caring * Rebellious
βππππ₯ππ ππ€πππ‘ ππ₯ππ₯π¦π€: Nope.
βπ¦ππ€π₯ππ πππππ£π: What first impression do you make? "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."
What are you like in a high stress situation? "I
am the high-stress situation. Can't remember last time somethin' managed to rattle me."
What are your best and worst qualities? "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."
What is something about yourself that you would never admit to anyone? "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.)
What are your dreams? "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."
How do you want to be seen by others? "Someone who gets her job done." (Someone they can rely on. No matter what.)
How do you see yourself? "Someone who gets her job done." (Someone who tries.)
Do you tend to make snap judgements, or stop and think about things? "Go by instinct, usually. My mind runs off if I try'n think too hard on something."
What haunts you? "I been fightin' all my life. What doesn't haunt me?" (That last rebellion. The one we lost... We lost so many lives.)
What is your philosophy on life? "Just take care of you and yours. Ain't no reason to get into everyone else's lives."
βππππ₯π€:- 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
βπ πππππ€:- Painting
- Memento collecting
- Gambling
π½πππ£π€:- Getting pulled into another war
- Dying for nothing
πππππ€:- Cooking, especially new recipes
- Teaching (informally)
- Sightseeing
- People who stick to their values
π»ππ€πππππ€:- Government
- Nightmares
- Chatterboxes
- How empty space is
- Being snuck up on
- Wealthy people
ππππ π£πππ₯ππ π:
πΎππππ£ππ ππππππ€:- 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
πππππππ/ππ‘ππππππ₯πͺ ππππππ€:- Alchemy/potion brewing
- Working knowledge of drugs and poisons
πππ§πππ₯π π£πͺ:- "Sic Semper" - Customized battle rifle, used in the Tartan Rebellions
- High-quality chef's knives
- Oversized combat knife
- "Secret" spice pouch
- Lucky dice
βππ€π₯π π£πͺ:
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.
βπππ£πππ₯ππ£ βπ¦π π₯π: "Listen up and ya might learn somethin'."
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