Moirrae
Legacy Name: Moirrae

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Light blonde, slightly wavy hair that goes down to her shoulderblades, usually put into a messy ponytail, with pale skin and moss-green eyes. Generally prefers "comfort clothes" over anything shnazzy; capris and hoodies with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, tank tops, and converse is something of an average outfit. Average figure, though has a little bit of pudge from her bad habit of splurging on orange sorbert all the time. Pleasant face and an open smile. Sara stands at a usual height of five foot six. She has a tattoo of a blue and purple butterfly on her left side, by her lower back, that can really only be seen if she is wearing a bikini. She got it on her seventeenth birthday, when her friends had convinced her to get sloshed, and then get a tattoo. She considers it the most embarrassing thing ever. She also has reading glasses; while her real vision is not that bad, she does need glasses to read. Like the tattoo, she tries to conceal it from the public at all times.

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Sara is a generally nice person; she has a motherly feel around her, probably due to the fact that in highschool, she was the one holding her friends' hair back as they puked, if you know what I mean. Despite this overall friendly disposition and the fact that she always puts an effort to be on good terms with everybody, Sara has a rather wildfire temper; generally, people whom are rude and display no manners or care little for other people are smited by her; she's not a person to put up with being mistreated, at least. Sara's not particularly intelligent, though nor is she absolutely dumb, though she can be a bit senseless, illogical, and oblivious at times. She has a passionate personality, but little goals, and does not cope well under stress. While she is not completely selfless, Sara always tries to be as kind as she possibly can, and is a person to make sacrifices for other people. She's a rather average female; not too wild, but not too tame, and is more of a follower than a leader, and as such, can sometimes be lead on quite easily.

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Sara's favorite thing in the whole world is orange sorbert. She used to drink in her high school years, but has pretty much stopped now. Surprisingly, Sara can handle her liquor quite well; though she gets silly drunk quite easily, and her hangovers are the worst of the worst. Sara still sleeps with a stuffed animal; a very old, very beaten up blue bunny named Mittens that she had gotten when she was four. She's gotten so used to sleeping with Mittens that she must have something in her arm when asleep; Mittens, of course, is her preferred choice. She hates rainy days. Sara can not swim very well.. at all. She can play the guitar fairly well, and is an okay singer; nothing extraordinary, but at least she can pull off a tune. She used to amuse her high school friends by singing and playing at gatherings. She loves bon fires, but has not been to one since her high school years. Yeah, she misses being a kid. Sara is a college drop-out, and she wanted to be an kindergarten teacher. When she was little, she wanted to be an elf in Santa's workshop who makes toys. She has small, mini-statues of each Greek god and goddess in her apartment. Sara controls and oversees a dimension where all mortal lives are "spun"; she calls this dimension her "coffee shop" for lack of a better word, since it does not have an official title. Sara is not human, nor is she a Goddess; in fact, Sara is a huge, blank slate; she's not even supposed to be alive or have a mortal body. She only is because she stricked a deal with the old Fates (see history).