Mòr

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"A ship in harbour is safe, but that's not what ships were made for."


Mòr is the eldest of seven children born to a cousin of Mabhar Stormmane, and spent her childhood as one could expect on the Archipelago; hunting, scrapping with her brothers and swimming with Merfolk. An idyllic childhood doesn't always grow into a peaceful adulthood, however, and Mòr felt the call of the sea more profoundly than her brothers did.

Although an adept hunter on the land, Mòr excelled at sailing her father's fishing boat, ultimately turning to hunting sharks in the waters beyond the islands for a better revenue. Once she had enough money, she returned her father's boat to him, and bought a ship of her own. She left the Archipelago to pursue her wanderlust, but instead of the glorious world she hoped waited beyond, she found only the sticky immorality of others, and the ugliness that the world had to offer. Nobody wanted to buy sharks beyond the islands. What they did want to buy, was muscle.

Mòr turned mercenary not long after she noted that it was easy money, and travels with a small but trusted group of various species and races, earning gold on the mortality of others. She has a staunch appreciation for the natural world and Merfolk, but any other species tends to be met with contempt, at best.

She is pointedly apolitical and will not discuss right or wrong. The world has hardened her quite significantly, and even upon returning home, her family find her too changed to understand her, and she is too changed to understand them. She will take what she wants without question, has no consideration of the morality of a job and can appear cold and unmoved. She will aggressively defend places in nature that she finds to be beautiful or unspoiled, but that seems to be her only remaining connection to the world she lives in.

(Art copyright Bayard Wu)