Name: Moyra Derval
Age: 28
Race: human
Country of Birth: Kaymari
Country of Origin: Kaymari
Appearance: Little over 5 feet tall Moyra doesn't make for an overly impressive figure. That combined with a slightly bowed figure, thin build, and a none descript cloak gives the casual observer the impression that she is rather meek. However if approached, strangers will find themselves fixed with an intense stare from her single brown eye. The other remains covered by a strip of cloth tied around her head as a makeshift eye patch. Brown shabby hair has been hastily tied back out of her face and looks to be in desperate need of a trim. Her clothes are earth toned and look worn if very well cared for, and even in nearly all weather she favors long sleeved shirts with high collars, accompanied with plain pants and worn leather boots. If you do catch her with her sleeves rolled up or the top of her shirt opened a bit the scars become painfully obvious. A life outside has left her with tanned skin that creates the perfect background for the white scars to pop up. The largest of which is brand etched just under her right collar bone, two concentric circles with diamond shape at the center. She travels light but she carries a small dagger at her hip, and a pack at her back.
Bio: Moyra likes to say, with a bitter laugh, that she was a bratty kid growing up. Her family was not the wealthiest but there was little want in her life. Over generations the mages in her family line had earned enough that her family did not have to earn much to keep themselves comfortable. And in line with their family traditions she was trained, from early on in life, to use celestial magic. The vast majority of the teachings concentrated on offensive, and war type spells. Contrary as she was at the time she immediately latched onto healing spells, much to her parents distress however, at the time, she just thought that they were set on controlling her life. In reality they knew that healing magic, when combined with drawing power from Mars could lead to a lot of damage for the caster. The message seemed to escape the headstrong girl and at the age of seventeen she packed up a small survival kit and ran away from home with hardly a word to her parents, or brothers.
Not really knowing where else to go, and with only her need for adventure driving her Moyra made her way towards Lowenar. It was a difficult trip, but she was to stubborn to ever admit that she was having any sort of trouble. That is until she found herself in a very wrong place at the worst time. Only with a few months of independence under her belt one night she was woken up by a small group of raiders and after only a brief struggle she was knocked out, collared, and dragged away. When she woke up she found herself chained alongside nearly fifty other individuals in a large camp. Her first instinct was to lash out with any spell that came to mind, but she quickly found out that the collars weren't just for keeping them tethered. That didn't mean she didn't try and fight, it was just after a weeks march with minimal food and water that her will started to break. The men who had captured her were careful about damaging her, a trained mage could fetch a handsome price, but they were not light with the blows that they did deal her. To Moyra is was almost surreal, things sharply snapped back to reality when they made it back to their main post and marked her with their brand.
That first year as a slave is something that she has tried to erase from her memory. Even her closest friends have not been able to drag or coax that story from her. At nineteen she was taken sold to a Geworia mercenary group. The deal that she was given was to heal the members of the group, or be beaten until she did. After several, disagreements, Moyra's will became bent and she ended up being trapped with that group for six years. While she stayed quiet, becoming almost more of a fixture of the group rather than an actual person, she was not sedentary. Practicing and testing her skills when no one was watching. To her misfortune the group that she was with had rather good luck when it came to skirmishes against Seyur, they lost members but there were always just enough to run off and gather a couple more members before trying again. But she was not to be discouraged. The collar around her neck kept her from using magic outside of when they wanted her to, so she had to be careful about how she approached this task. Choosing her timing carefully she waited until they were going after a bigger target, a time when she was almost guaranteed to be near the front lines. When the rest slept she silently weakened their weapons and armor, not enough to be noticed until the battle would be well under way.
The little battle was more of a massacre and in the thick of it Moyra made her escape. The defending Seyur soldiers were quick to aid her but her retreating back presented a fine target, and before the end of the fight she lost an eye as well as gaining several scars to accompany those she had received during healing. Ending up in the Seyur home city she found for the first time in years that she was free and that collar which had restricted her so no longer governed her. For little less than a month she stayed, earning some money with which to buy a passage home. With the nearly constant attacks from the Geworia her skills were needed and she made a fair amount in the time she stayed. She even made some friends among the soldiers and citizens that she treated. It had been so long, so very long since she had been home and she was fearful of what her family might think of her, but the friends she had made were not going to let her give up to easily.
With words of encouragement at her back Moyra returned home, very different from how she had left. She returned home to see that she had two new siblings, twin boy and girl, and she has not stopped spoiling the kids since. But still she found she was restless, the scars of her imprisonment dug deep and she was not satisfied to stay at home with her newfound freedom stretching out before her. It has been three years since she was freed and while she has traveled from one end of Kaymari to the other, with a stop at her parents house a couple times a month when her current job allows it. However recently her family has fell on some harder times. Out of concern for them Moyra will travel back to the nation where she spent so many years a slave.
Personality: Quiet, controlling, and reserved Moyra tends to keep to herself and does not usually go out of her way to make friends with people. In general that usually has to do with the fact that it takes a long while for her to trust anyone. That is not to say that she doesn't trust, it is just that after being forced into being a slave her base level of trust has dropped through the floor. When she does start to open up she is actually pretty relaxed and chill in personality. And while it takes a lot to push her buttons and lash out she can become quite mean when she finally does loose her temper. While she generally tries to be nice to all she meets she has a intense dislike for anyone of Geworian descent, and she will go out of her way to make sure that she never has her back to one or shows any weakness to one.
Combat Skills: Moyra's skills are limited when it comes to combat. She has spent much of her time practicing her healing skills and her time as a slave limited her use of weapons. That being said she can hold her own in the sense that she is good at defending herself. She might not be really able to land a blow but it will be equally hard to get a blow in on her. On very rare occasions she will see the need calls for her to use offensive spells. She avoids this when possible as she is not as trained in these spells and they will drain her mentally as well the usual physical component that comes from tapping into Mars.
Adventuring & Survival Skills:
Other Skills: Keeps her cool very well and so she can often play the voice of reason when tempers flare. Since she doesn't rely on weapons very much she has had to learn to forage and trap her food. A fair amount of traveling has left her with the ability to navigate cross country with relative ease. She is a skilled healer, using both magic and more traditional methods. In combination with her healing abilities and her foraging skills she has learned to identify helpful plants as well as some poisonous ones, but since she doesn't usually deal with killing people her knowledge is limited in this area.
Reason for traveling: To help her family
Other: For reasons known only to herself she still carries the collar that she was forced to wear for so many years at the very bottom of her bag.
