Moira Ananki


Name: Moira Ananki

Meaning: Technically, Moira is a derivative of Mary, which has many argued meanings, including Child of the Sea, Beloved, Bitterness, or even Rebellion. In this case, however, it's more a correlation to the Moirae, or Fates. Ananki is a variant of Ananke, or the concept of Necessity in Greek philosophy
Birth date: February 13th
Sign: Aquarius
Gemstone: Amethyst
Blood type: B
Height: 5'4"
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Opalescent black (primarily rose, violet, and blue hightlights), gathered into a ponytail.
Age: 16


General Appearance: Moira is a little short, and exceptionally voluptuous and full-chested (the latter trait having carried over to her current incarnation). The opalescent highlights also carried over, but where now they adorn a cascading mass of near-white, on Mythos the rose and cyan highlights play like a nebula across straight hair the color of deep space, complete with small motes of white here and there. She keeps the hair in a ponytail, braided and wrapped with tiny silver chains. Moira's skin is fairly dark, without the golden tone of her later incarnation. Her eyes, however, are the same, a soft but deep grey.


Likes: Puzzles and Riddles. Moira adores sitting and working towards the inexorable solution of a problem, the definable endpoint. She also likes "endless" things, such as cycles, spinning wheels, and even certain child's songs. Conversely, she also adores endings, if they are beautiful, especially if they are bittersweet. Autumn is her favorite season, and she has been known to attend many a funeral, bringing a few flowers for the deceased she never knew.

Dislikes: Practical jokes - She rarely finds them funny, and can not conceive how they are considered "practical". Still, that serious, indignantly scathing look is often priceless for the occasional prankster, much to her dismay. Burrs - Much as she hates when burrdock and similar plant spurs get on her, she hates them when they get on the goats, causing her to have to comb them out in addition to the rest of her chores. Now that she's at the Academy, she only has to worry about burrs on herself, for which she is thankful. Cooking - Moira is, to be polite, not culinarily inclined. While her cooking will not kill you, you might wish that it would. Unlike many an anime character, she is not actually delusional about her skill, and keeps away from even boiling water lest the pan crack in twain.

Hobbies: Writing poetry, working out puzzles, both math and word, weaving, arguing philosophy.

Fav Food: Fruit, sandwiches, and anything else she can manage to cobble together without touching fire to, well, ruins in the making that might once have been goat-flesh or other no longer identifiable material.

Hated Food: Anything she is forced to cook, as much for the shame as the taste

Fav School Subject: Creative writing, Home Economics, Art, Mathematics

Hated School Subject: Domestic Studies (aka Home Ec, aka The Class that Won't Let her In for Fear of Injury to Life, Limb, and Intestine.)

Friends: That depends on your definition of "friend". If someone who wants to copy your homework for Mythos and Mystery: A Study of interactions with the Moon Kingdom counts as a friend, then rather a few. Otherwise, not so much. She has, at this point, no NPC friend of a status sufficient to actually write up.

Family: Her father, Damian Ananki, is a bargeman, handling the rudder for ships around his home. Her Mother, Chloe, owns and runs a small farm with a large mountain attached. The farm has a few things growning, and the mountain has numerous goats, used for meat, wool, milk, and other goaty-goodness. Both miss her (at least a little) but are very proud of her (at least a lot).

History:
Moira was born in a mountainous region well into the northern climes of Mythos. Her father, a steersman, was quite fond of having the proverbial "woman in every port", but despite his womanizing ways, stepped up and took responsibility for the child he sired, marrying the mother not long after Moira's birth. Responsibility, the chains of duty, became his watchword, which actually served to advance his career as the once-wild man matured and rose in the guild. Despite gaining more authority, however, he never fully left the field, still desiring to travel as well as work. Moira's mother, Chloe, was a parent of mixed virtue for her. Moira was always aware that she had not been wanted, and would have been given up for adoption if Damian had not stepped forward, and it has muted some of their interactions. This is not to say she has only received maternal disdain. Chloe does, indeed, love her daughter, but there is always a heavy overtone of obligation and lose of freedom that smothers the spontaneous affection and joy they might otherwise share.

Moira's schooling before the academy revealed tremendous potential, and before she was eight she was allowed to discuss mathematics and philosophy with adults and teachers. While she never was such a prodigy as to redefine the field, she was discilpined and astute enough to be a pleasure for the academics. This lead her to carry a fairly heavy course load as she advanced in her schooling, becoming something of a bookworm, as well as a certain secret pleasure with her isolation and "nerd" status.

Her academic success made her failures more pronounced and more painful. Her father had always managed to choke down her attempts to cook special meals, while her mother had merely dodged the issue by "not being hungry", but when she was beginning to blossom into womanhood, Chloe sat her down and gave her "the Facts of Life". In addition to a detailed explanation of sexual reproduction, highlighting pregnancy and how it can rob one's freedom and youth, she also explained the domestic powers and responsibilities of a woman, and how certain things were a requisite for a good wife. One of the main ones, she noted, was cooking, and she proceeded to tear away any illusions Moira had about skill or success in that field. This talk did, indeed, mark the end of the innocent days of childhood, as she turned more fully to her studies and her responsibilities.

Puberty was more generous to her than any had expected, which lead to her mother fearing that she would fall prey to rakes along the lines of her father, but it was with a certain irony and cold humour that a 15 year old Moira allayed her mother's concerns. A slight smile played on her lips as Moira introduced Chloe to her girlfriend and watched the dazed expression freeze upon her mother's visage, then crack like a thawing glacier. Her father was less concerned, pointing out that in some areas, and on many worlds, it was considered perfectly normal. Still, things were a little colder at home, even when her first lover gave way to a second, then a third.

That cold worry evaporated, however, when Moira's senshi potential was discovered. She was weaving, and her mind drifted. This was not unusual, as her fingers knew their task, and this was a perfect time to compose a poem or hammer out a logic puzzle, but this was different. As the threads danced under her fingers, she became aware of flour, fire, fear. Numbers on buildings, vague senses of time and foreboding. When consciousness had fully reasserted itself, she travelled to the other part of town, where she attempted to convey her worries to the miller. While she was unable to convince him of the danger, her determined and, for her, impassioned arguments kept him and his workers from actually being in the mill when the flour explosion occured. She received a few more visions after that, but discovered one very distressing feature. Whatever she viewed WOULD happen, inescapably. She could prepare people for what would happen, but not alter the course of fate. When she tried, she would feel dizzy, lightheaded, yet leaden and shackled. Others that tried simply found it impossible to succeed at balking "destiny". In time, the Academy was contacted, and she was sent there to better continue her studies, be trained in her gift (or curse as some would call it) and to be gotten far from the hamlet of her birth and their sleepy little lives.

Despite the preference of her neighbors to not live in dread of what was happening, and the occassional dismay of her mother, she is actually missed by those who knew her. Free from the caul of her presence, she is spoken of with fondness and pride. They're just not truly too eager for her return.

Personality:

Moira lives life as if she has a heavy burden, as if the fate of the world is upon her shoulders. This is an oddly mixed feature, since part of it is actually a heavy, fatalistic weariness, but part of it is an affectation, because she sort of likes being dark and "gothy". She also loves both being intelligent and philosophical and showing it off. Being naturally talented in a number of fields, her cooking deficiency is particularly grating.

As has been noted, part of her feels a tremendous pressure. It is not simply her powers, the feeling of predestination. She feels a pressure to succeed, to be impressive, to make something of herself. At times, she can be too much of a perfectionist. Still, deep down, she feels it is impossible to be too correct, too smart, or too perfect, unless it's someone outdoing her. That simply stings, and makes her redouble her efforts. The advantage of using poetry as one of her fields is that it's impossible to actually be "wrong". If it's not seen as perfect, then perhaps the listener fails to share her visions. This doesn't mean that she's a total psycho, just shallowly moody and deep.

There is also a part of her that envies the people who can be relaxed, happy, care-free. She's been told it's just a choice, anyone on Mythos can be happy if they put their mind and heart to it, but she just can't shake the feeling of doom. No matter how sunny the day, she feels a shadow, and is almost comforted by it. This is part of the reason she revels in the moodiness, because if she can't have normal happiness, she may as well have gothi-happiness.

This is not to say her life is simply filled with black rainbows, watching the other girls, and writing morbid poetry. She does like to play games, especially ones involving puzzles or words. Parlty it's the challenge, partly it's she knows she tends to do well, and, as noted, she likes to feel smart as much as she likes to feel pretty. If one wanted to crush her, they would be better undermining her confidence in her mind than her body.

Henshin Phrase: Tyche Goddess Power! Make Up!"

Henshin Brooch: Her brooch is a small red wheel, similar to a spinning wheel, suspended in a ring of black metal with a pin running through it, allowing it the rotate.

Henshin: As modern, but with her Tarot cards.

Weapon: A deck of tarot cards. She uses these as either individual blades or, more often, as a whip/sword type weapon, where the individual major arcana cards mystically hold in sharp-edged sequence.

Challenge Phrase: "Guided by the skein of destiny, I am Sailor Tyche, Senshi of Fate. Your defeat is already written."

Spell: Tyche Destined Will!
This is a combined offensive/defensive power. It causes a number of Tarot Cards (all the minor arcana) to begin to swirl and orbit about her. These act as a shield, strongest where the cards actually are, but there is a field effect between them for area of effect spells. While not perfect, it serves to stop many, and greatly reduce most, effects. Sadly, it is fairly weak against fire, which causes the cards to quickly dissolve into ash. (This is simply the manifestation, the actual cards are unharmed.) With a minor act of will, she can either purposefully send cards out, much like her modern attack, or can set the field to automatically retaliate against attackers. She is not able to move faster than a walk and maintain this well. Faster speeds will require intense concentration or it begins to degrade. Likewise, she cannot attack with her card-sword or other methods through it. She can hold one other person inside the field with her, and they similarly may not use physical weaponry without disrupting the barrier.

Guardian Animal: None