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Oh, boy! A Game of Thrones character! WOOOO! :3c So... yeah uwu;;; I dunno. I'm 100% open for RP if anyone wants to hit me up. LOL
Name: Moira Doone
Age: 18yrs
Profession: None
Allies: None
Enemies: No one specifically
Hails From: A farm on Karhold land
Brief History: The only child of Calum and Lorna Doone; her mother was thought to be barren after repeated attempts at conception ended in failure. When they finally were able to produce a child they prayed to the gods for a boy to carry on the family name and inherit the land which they toiled.
She was born turing the time of year when autumn turns to winter yet she was no disappointment to her parents; though she was not a boy, they loved her dearly. Her father still taught her the ways of the land and her mother, try as she might, hoped to teach her how to be a lady. Neither really got through to the head-strong child who would rather spend her days pretending to fight off waves of soldiers and sing her own praises than do her chores.
Over the years her disciplines were practiced half-heartedly before she finally began to calm down and settle herself into a life of routine. However, as she was on the cusp of understanding her place in the world and on her parent's land, their farm was raided by a small group of deserters from the Night's Watch who fled south of the wall. Moira was still a young girl of fourteen when the door to their small home was kicked down with a clatter of splintered wood and the gruff voices of strange men carried through.
That night still remains a blur in her mind. From what she can remember, her father had been killed while attempting to fight off the invaders while her mother ushured both herself and Moira out a bedroom window. The fear that gripped her heart was nothing she had ever felt before and a humbling realization had dawned on her; no matter how much she pretended to play the hero of the story, she was certainly not the fearless warrior she once thought she was destined to be.
In a flash she was placed on a horse, her mother taking care to protect her child before her own well-being; it was a selfless task that would mean the end of her own life. Moira barely had time to gallop, her mother's last words still fresh in her mind: "Ride to Karhold and don't look back, whatever you do. Do not stop for anything. Ride to the castle and find yourself safe. Remember, Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth. I love you."
Moira rode to Karhold as her mother instructed though she had never been a good listener. The urge to look back was too powerful to resist and what she saw was mayhem and destruction; the barn was englufled with flames and the wind carried the screams of pigs with it. She could barely see the dark figures of the men as they ransacked her home and took whatever they could carry. Moira clenched her teeth against the sensation of nausea that passed over her when she realized her mother would not be joining her at the castle.
Swiftly she changed her direction and headed towards the forest where she had spent her childhood playing make-believe warrior princess. If she were lucky, her old bow and arrow may still be tucked away in a brush near the edge; when she arrived she gathered the items and quickly made her way back home, though it was too late. The deserters, having not wasted their time, took many valuable things. Food, silver, coin, even the horses that were in the stables were gone. In place was her mother collapsed on the floor in a bloody heap. Moira clenched the reigns tightly and refused to get a better look and turned back to the house, which was fortunately not torched down.
What happened next was something she could still not explain nor easily remember. In one moment she was riding in darkness, surrounded by the stench of burning pigs and smoke. In the next she was shielding her eyes from the morning sun as she lead her horse East, hoping to make it to Winterfell.
From that moment on a darkness grew in her heart and shielded her from the pain of what she saw that night. In the future, it was a darkness that gave her the strength to take a man's life to save her own.
SOOOOO that was supposed to be an abridged version of her history but whatevs :U LOL enjoy
Name: Moira Doone
Age: 18yrs
Profession: None
Allies: None
Enemies: No one specifically
Hails From: A farm on Karhold land
Brief History: The only child of Calum and Lorna Doone; her mother was thought to be barren after repeated attempts at conception ended in failure. When they finally were able to produce a child they prayed to the gods for a boy to carry on the family name and inherit the land which they toiled.
She was born turing the time of year when autumn turns to winter yet she was no disappointment to her parents; though she was not a boy, they loved her dearly. Her father still taught her the ways of the land and her mother, try as she might, hoped to teach her how to be a lady. Neither really got through to the head-strong child who would rather spend her days pretending to fight off waves of soldiers and sing her own praises than do her chores.
Over the years her disciplines were practiced half-heartedly before she finally began to calm down and settle herself into a life of routine. However, as she was on the cusp of understanding her place in the world and on her parent's land, their farm was raided by a small group of deserters from the Night's Watch who fled south of the wall. Moira was still a young girl of fourteen when the door to their small home was kicked down with a clatter of splintered wood and the gruff voices of strange men carried through.
That night still remains a blur in her mind. From what she can remember, her father had been killed while attempting to fight off the invaders while her mother ushured both herself and Moira out a bedroom window. The fear that gripped her heart was nothing she had ever felt before and a humbling realization had dawned on her; no matter how much she pretended to play the hero of the story, she was certainly not the fearless warrior she once thought she was destined to be.
In a flash she was placed on a horse, her mother taking care to protect her child before her own well-being; it was a selfless task that would mean the end of her own life. Moira barely had time to gallop, her mother's last words still fresh in her mind: "Ride to Karhold and don't look back, whatever you do. Do not stop for anything. Ride to the castle and find yourself safe. Remember, Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth. I love you."
Moira rode to Karhold as her mother instructed though she had never been a good listener. The urge to look back was too powerful to resist and what she saw was mayhem and destruction; the barn was englufled with flames and the wind carried the screams of pigs with it. She could barely see the dark figures of the men as they ransacked her home and took whatever they could carry. Moira clenched her teeth against the sensation of nausea that passed over her when she realized her mother would not be joining her at the castle.
Swiftly she changed her direction and headed towards the forest where she had spent her childhood playing make-believe warrior princess. If she were lucky, her old bow and arrow may still be tucked away in a brush near the edge; when she arrived she gathered the items and quickly made her way back home, though it was too late. The deserters, having not wasted their time, took many valuable things. Food, silver, coin, even the horses that were in the stables were gone. In place was her mother collapsed on the floor in a bloody heap. Moira clenched the reigns tightly and refused to get a better look and turned back to the house, which was fortunately not torched down.
What happened next was something she could still not explain nor easily remember. In one moment she was riding in darkness, surrounded by the stench of burning pigs and smoke. In the next she was shielding her eyes from the morning sun as she lead her horse East, hoping to make it to Winterfell.
From that moment on a darkness grew in her heart and shielded her from the pain of what she saw that night. In the future, it was a darkness that gave her the strength to take a man's life to save her own.
SOOOOO that was supposed to be an abridged version of her history but whatevs :U LOL enjoy
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