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Ms. Moiré Belanov </div>

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My young bride, why aren't you moving<br>
At all? Helps to make the days seem shorter<br>
My young bride, why aren't you keeping with you<br>
All the ones who really love you?<br>

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Mrs. Moiré Annabelle-Zaire Belanov

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Anna

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Soul-Eater, Mystic

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144, October 15th

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Venkel, Rutilius

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Librarian, Hobbyist, Collector

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Married to Darius Belanov

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<div style="font-family: Georgia; color:#b2c8cd; letter-spacing:4px;">CANON OR ORIGINAL</div>
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Original

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<br><br><div style="font-family: Georgia; color:#b2c8cd; letter-spacing:4px;">PERSONALITY</div><blockquote>

A librarian with a gun and mad drive for self-gain isn't something people would usually take seriously, especially if said librarian is wearing a dress and doesn't look like she has any idea what to do with a gun. Stereotypes plague Moire to no end, and a constant desire to prove that she's not just some silly woman drills into her everyday habits. Perhaps it's the vague memories of her mother's compliance that really ticks her off, or the fact that every library she's ever stepped in only contains books authored by men. The weaker of the sexes is alone in life, and doing just fine without anyone to baby her financially, or morally, or into doing something, because she can think quite well on her own. Sadly, there's no way for her to prove this to a wide mass of people, so she broods silently until provoked. However, meager chivalrous actions can be taken the wrong way by her: why yes, thank you, for opening a door, because some silly little woman couldn't possibly be capable--! And so on. Perhaps this is an exaggeration. For the majority of the time, Moire simply prides herself on being self-reliant. Women who are otherwise are not worth her time or attention.

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Indeed, for being a woman, there could likely be few more spirited people once their hair has been let down. Powerfully radiant in her element, she is equally radiant being a woman in her mid-twenties, just starting life. Whether this be taking a stroll through a wild garden of weeds and wide, open fields or drifting aimlessly in a clear lake, enjoying the feeling of the water between her toes, she loves to feel like the world can stop for her to enjoy herself. Around people in such moods, she is jolly, carefree, full of laughter, all too happy to enjoy a good joke. And though she's easy to bring up in spirits, she all too easy to bring back down.

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Moire is practical, down to earth, and quick to understand a situation. Logic is one thing she is proficient in, and luckily her quick thinking can result in quick acting thanks to her lithe body. You screw with her, she will screw right back with you. She's a liar, a bizarrely good shot, a seductress when need be. A bookworm Soul Eater, it is safe to say, has quite a few spells up her sleeve, and knows how to use them. This is also where she gets rather annoying, much like a bug. She's hard to stamp out, to diminish, to keep from crawling after you and finishing her job. Maybe it's luck. Maybe she can plan out the exact moment when to dodge. Either way, it works for her.

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This being said, she is very quick to judge you, and very quick to decide what she's going to say and do to you if prompted. Moire can hold a grudge very easily -- she can hate like nobody's business. Less easily so can she maintain a good opinion of a person. Neither positive or negative, seeing reality is what she likes to think she does. Most living creatures are motivated by selfish means or personal gain and will act by whatever dirty means necessary to do or get what they want. Yes, this makes Moire a hypocrite, and yes, she's perfectly aware.

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L I A R Whether to be considered a fault or strength, Moire is a superb liar. She likes to tell stories, and perhaps there is partial blame to found in the fact she spends so much her of time with her nose stuck in bound stories, but her imagination likes to run away with her. Being an author, especially, the talent comes too naturally to her.

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D E T E R M I N A T I O N She will never give up. To use a crude comparison, she can be more like a cockroach than anything when it comes to her getting her way. It will be done, in the long run or not. "No," is not an accepted answer, though it may seem like it is for the meanwhile. Of course, this could also be considered a weakness: she could fall so easily into trouble by being so determined.

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P E R S U A S I V E If compelled, Moire's tongue will turn into silk, and her eyes as warm as a properly served glass of brandy. She can pry and weasel quite a bit of information from any average joe, and even if you aren't easily bamboozled out of secrets and lies, she'll have a go anyway. Despite the frightening sharpness in the angled of her face, she still manages to look moderately seductive if she chooses, maybe magic-inspired here and there, but effective nonetheless.

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S H O T Moire is a shockingly good shot. Small guns are her preference, along the lines of pistols and revolvers, and she only owns two, both obtained by accident: one from her dead father, the other from a misidentified suitcase she picked up in a hotel in Venkel (two lost paper-backs and a couple corsets were a small price to pay for the firearm). Practice happened from pure entertainment and curiosity, somewhere in the middle of some far away wood that she probably couldn't point to on a map. It's not a talent she likes to brag about, but her boldness is boosted by the fact she knows she is able to defend herself.

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A L C O H O L Moire likes to restrict her alcohol intake because once started, she can't stop, and after about three drinks she's a little past tipsy. Moire cannot hold her liquor, and while her actions don't become shocking under the influence, her memory completely wipes clean of anything that happens whilst inebriated. Her paranoia of what may have happened is the issue at hand.

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L I T E R A T U R E Being the daughter of a librarian, Moire all too easily succumbs to the allure of an aged, hard-bound work of literary art. To think about all the information stored up in fine print within those many pages sends a shiver of joy down her spine. Unfortunately, she gets too involved, and can go days simply reading, weakening her constitution. Her collection of rarities by the famous and not-so-famous-but-actually-quite-deranged resides in her small rented quarters in Aster. To stretch her collection, she will go on absurd hunts to obtain some wild book she read up on, stealing even to do so if necessary.

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M E M O R Y Moire's memory has never been too beautifully intact due to a magic mishap involving altogether too much power for her to handle as a younger child. She misses several minutes at a time every couple weeks at her best. At her worst she can wake up on morning and be of the mind that it's still last week, honest to god not remembering a single thing that happened. As she's aging, it's getting better, and the more she practices on committing things to memory she does alright.

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C O M P E T I T I O N Everything is a game. She likes to be the better at everything in comparison to you, and losing is never taken well. It's quite a silly weakness, to be honest, considering her talents don't range far from speaking several different languages, cards, a good variety of board games, and alphabetizing; Her inability to handle losing is more a way to be angry at herself for not being quite so talented in more a variety of subjects. Thankfully, she's motivated and a quick learner. The more she fails, the more she learns.

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R O M A N T I C Well hidden is Moire's romantic side. Independence is a matter of high importance and to be in a relationship, to feel what are known as romantic feelings for another person, she knows would lead her ultimately into clinginess and from there into "settling down," and women are never given respectable roles in that kind of union. Her two states of mind battle each other: loneliness, and rage at feeling the need to find someone else to make her happy. She is her own person, so why can she not be alright on her own?


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<br>• Roses -- a guilty pleasure
<br>• Falling sensations
<br>• To lie
<br>• Money
<br>• Eyeglasses
<br>• Libraries
<br>• Small, but deadly weaponry
<br>• Static lightning (lightning in general)
<br>• Beer and liquors
<br>• Wide, open green fields
<br>• To swim
<br>• Magnifying glasses
<br>• Sarcasm
<br>• People who can use sarcasm effectively
<br>• Smart-asses

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<br>• Spaces too clean
<br>• Too much sun
<br>• Commitment
<br>• Trying to pick sides in a war
<br>• Nightwalkers
<br>• Incompetent women/dominating men
<br>• Sugary drinks
<br>• Getting her clothes dirty
<br>• Forming deals with stupid people
<br>• Losing
<br>• Birds
<br>• Deadlines
<br>• People who think lowly of her
<br>• The snobs of higher society
<br>• Pointless promiscuity

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Laura Schuller

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Pale Blue

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Red

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5'9"

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130.9 lbs

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Her most obvious feature would be the voluminous mane of scarlet curls which she can never maintain neatly atop her head. To see her with flyaway strands is nothing short of normal, only intensifying the wild look that is mirrored in her glass-blue eyes. Though strikingly attractive, she is not classically so. Her skin is a milky white color that dances on the border between pale and ashen, and adorned with inherited freckles. The dark bags under her eyes suggest perhaps more than she gets little sleep, but few people take notice. Moire's cheekbones are practically haughty, beautifully aligned with an equally strong jaw. Her frame is slight and slim, though taller than the average woman. She has a stretched quality to her -- long fingers, long legs, long feet -- though she's well toned from unintentional exercise. Strength, dexterity, and speed are no issue from her. In fact, to make up for her rather flat body, she's light and speedy. Most of her weight is purely muscle.

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Fashion doesn't particularly interest Moire. Oblivious as she was to her true culture and brought up as a Magician anyway, she's used to dressing in classic Magician attire, not really caring whether it's men or women's clothing. She isn't one for jewels, and she isn't familiar enough with anyone to be gifted with such trifling things. This all suits her very well. Her favorite articles of clothing lie more on the simple accessory side: an ivory hair comb inlaid with mother of pearl, an Ethereal-fashioned bracelet made from some unknown to her material. All of these items are heirlooms on her mother's side, of course, so their worth is of no question.

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<br>• MOTHER: Saoirse Conwarre (nee Vilice) – Soul-Eater – Deceased
<br>• FATHER: Peter Conwarre – Soul-Eater – Deceased
<br>• BROTHER: Quentin Conwarre – Soul-Eater – 45
<br>• HUSBAND: Darius Belanov – Soul-Eater – 697

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Dully and predictably enough, Moire was raised by a librarian and his housewife. Peter Conwarre had a love for education and was a master of disguise, so he managed to blend in so well with Magician society that he worked his way up from the ranks of a farmer to a librarian. His wife was a simple woman who lived in her daydreams, submitting without complaint, complying without issue. Moire's every feature comes from her mother, save the ridiculous amount of freckles which she obtained genetically through her father. Despite Sioarse's beauty and fairness, Peter found himself dissatisfied with her and took fancy to a surprisingly pretty Human girl, who produced a bastard automatically disinherited by the father. The child was forgotten quickly, but Sioarse found out many years later and died from pure grief. Everyone automatically accepted it as suicide. With her mother gone at the age of three, Moire found herself alone for a good deal of time. Rather than going outside and play with all the other children of the city, she took more to her father's habits: reading, studying, staying quiet and alone. Moire was actually brought up as a plain Magician. In order to keep his secrets very secure, he lied to his daughter about her own identity. She found out on her own.

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A byproduct of being too much like a grown man and less like a little girl was how extraordinarily vast her pride was. She new she could do a little magic, and it was the most amazing sensation, to know she had so much power. She wanted more power. Perhaps it was the spell in question she was toying with, or perhaps it was the way she tried to execute it, but whatever it was addled her memory and has it fucked up in minor ways to this day.

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Her childhood had been dull, and so had her teenhood. She aged like a blossom into a flower: slow, steady, lovely, and worth the wait. By seventeen she was far beyond what anyone would consider accomplished for a lady. "Well-read," was understating it. But she'd developed a streak of snark. One single boy had chosen to court her and she milked his affection for all it was worth, thinking him kind and sweet, but naive and rather dim. He was short, round, very supportive of his king and country. His father had money, though, and Moire chose to gain as many journals, flowers, books, dolls, and kittens from him as she could before revealing she found nothing about him attractive. When someone noticed her mildly shallow use of the boy, she promptly adjusted the new golden bracelet that was her birthday present and flounced away.

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She mellowed in the next few years. She left home for a short period of time to do a little self-exploration and discovered the greatness of alcohol. She became very fond of it very quickly and got mixed up in a few wrong crowds. She lost her virginity. She lost a lot of money. She had more alcohol. She started her hobby as a thief, in turn starting her book collection -- but then she had more alcohol and nearly killed the man she stole it from with a broken wine bottle who tried to take it back. So after a good travel around the major cities of Invoria, Moire returned home to find her father missing.

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He was dead. She knew that much, but that wasn't what she wanted to know. She wanted to know why. Was it because he was a Soul Eater? Was it because he was involved in things he shouldn't be? Was it just some accident that happened far from home? Nothing she could find would tell her anything. Everything was exactly as it should be when she arrived home. After three more years in the place, she could take it no longer. She decided to clean up some things about herself. She never cared for all her jewelery, so she sold that. Most of her unnecessary items she sold, got rid of, except her mother's heirlooms and her father's personal possessions. Why she kept the keepsakes of a man who never showed her much more interest than he showed his dining table is beyond her, but she is thankful she did. All of his things were contained in a trunk. It took a good deal of prying with a crowbar and magical reinforcement to open that trunk. Inside were a number of wondrous objects: a derringer, a rather dull journal, quite a bit of money, a picture of some woman Moire didn't know, but most fascinatingly of all, two birth certificates. One was for a Moire Annabelle-Zaire Conwarre, the other for a Quentin Octavius Conwarre.

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To even her own surprise, Moire found she didn't care she had a half-brother somewhere in the world. She made use of what she could, instead. The gun became hers, the money went into her purse, and with everything said and done, she moved herself and her things to a tiny and cheap apartment in Aster. She found a library and started to work there. She was laying off the alcohol, and restricting her intimate relations -- she was doing everything to keep herself under the radar and unnoticed, except for when she comes across something shockingly alluring and desirable and she must have it.

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And the sickness came. Moiré was struck particularly hard by Sanguis Variabilis, her powers draining, but releasing in unexpected bursts, and unable to sustain herself upon the souls that fostered her well-being. It so happened that, upon her stay at Medicae Manus, she found her brother, Quentin, as her doctor, igniting memories of their past excursions, and impregnating each other with a curiosity with the other, alongside a budding affection. She was cured, and during her healing process, she met a man who was the son of one of her father's business partners. Darius has always been slimy in her mind, and he repulses Moiré to a degree, but at the same time he has an undeniable charm, wealth, and is of her own race, thus capable of providing her with her dream: children. The two were married, not strictly out of love, and express their dislike for each other daily. Moiré has become bitter and irritated with most of the world, seeking escape from her husband in as many little ways as she can find, her nose deeper in books than they've ever been before.

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ROVER</div><blockquote>

• AGE: 16
<br>• CONTACT INFO: PM: AIM, MSN, Yahoo
<br>• YEARS ROLE PLAYING: 7
<br>• CHARACTERS: Queen, Voyager, Psychotic, Doctor
<br>• HOW DID YOU FIND US?: I admin us. D:

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