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[You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]Since Moreen is an OC I have no pictures of her. Bonnie Wright is her faceclaim though.
Human name: Moreen Burke
Country's name: Ireland
Personality section: Moreen has a large number of faults in addition to her good points, the biggest of these being she likes to take huge risks. She is something of a gambling addict, and it takes a lot to keep her out of trouble with that. She also loves going out shopping, especially for craft supplies. Every decade or so her brothers have to convince her to sell some of the stuff she's bought, collected, and made. And she is a horrible alcoholic, though it takes a lot to get her drunk once you do it's almost guaranteed she will start a fight.
Then there are her good points, such as being generous, kind, charitable, and loyal. Though it takes a lot to earn her trust for good, once you've earned it she'll always be there ready to help you any way save risking her life- unless she falls for you romantically, in which case you will actually have the hardest time keeping her away or getting rid of her. And while loud and sometimes very rude around Arthur, she's almost too kind around others when she isn't drunk. She is incredibly patient as well, though that patience conceals a vicious temper. If you manage to make her snap god help you. Needless to say her Brothers have seen this trait of hers the most.
Roleplay sample: Moreen loved going to her local pub, it was simply the place where she could keep calm the most easily. Of course, there was the problem of tourists and the like- She frowned as she felt someone tap her on the shoulder ever so lightly. "Aye?" She remained polite otherwise, despite her obvious scowl- not even raising her voice as she turned to them. Looking over the Blondie with blue-green eyes.
"I bet I can outdrink you girl." In that distinctive accent all American Southerners seemed to have.
"I really doubt so, but yae cain try lad. What's yae bet."
"20. Now let's do this."
It wasn't long at all before he was too drunk to even walk properly... Moreen had had the same amount and could still speak in a mostly coherent manner."Yae owe me 20 lad, have a bloody nice day yae idiot."
Anything Else?: "It's awesome going into Arthur's Garden and interrupting his bloody teatime. Nothing annoys him more."