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Noe nop nope not a staff pic anymore. This is just wee Toothie and Em enjoying their first flight yes.

WELL WELL WELL WELL WELL WHAT HAVE WE HERE

Totes not my own insertion into HARPG world. And fantasy world in general. Nope. FUCK'S SAKE CAN'T YOU GUYS FOCUS ON THE TOOTHLESS INSTEAD ANYWAYS, I really need to start working and fleshing up my characters and stories. Even better if you can throw in some pons being ridden.

This is hopefully gonna be a series where the main staff, resident at YCS will be presented.

Infected by Telovirus: YES (bloodborn)

Name: Martha MacCorlett
Name meanings: Martha ['Lady' - Aramaic]; MacCorlett ['Shining son of Thor' - Old Norse]
Nicknames: Em

Gender: Female
Physical Age: 24
Biological Age: 1237

Approximate Date of Birth: 778 AD
Place of Birth: Omeya Caliphate/Cordovan Emirate, Al-Ándalus
Birthday (modern):September 25th

Race: Caucasian (Moorish)
Modern Ethnicity: Spanish/English

Historical Origins/Heritage:

Martha was born to a Muslim mother and a Mozarab (of Visigoth-Spanish origin) father in the time when the Muslim conquest of the Iberian Peninsula was booming with success. At year 778, powerful Omeyan emirs coming from as far as Damascus had established their control over more than half the Peninsula, building an incredibly rich and prosperous kingdom known as the Cordovan Emirate, and after their masters came the nobility.

Her maternal family, which emigrated from the Omeyan capital, had no troubles settling in the newly conquered land. Third daughter to a low-ranking noblility, Martha's mother was quickly engaged to an equally ranking nobleman. It was all for naught, though, when the young woman chose to be reckless and adventure forth into an extramarital affair with a mozarab slave acquired from the battlefield. This wasn't unknown to everyone- one of her own weak-willed maids was well aware of what her master was doing. It didn't come as a surprise when she ended up breaking under some pressure and babbled everything out. Martha's own skin colour blew the final whistle- the baby was quite fair-skinned in comparison to her moor relatives.

While her father was presumably executed, her mother was promptly punished, only escaping death thanks to the quick aid of other slaves. Once out of the city, the young moor woman and her equally young daughter were led to the struggling Kingdom of Asturias, where both spent their last days together.

Chronicle:

A two year old Martha was left orphaned in the Galician city of Compostela when her mother -a filthy moor as seen with Christian eyes- was mobbed to death in the streets.

The young infant crying was bound to eventually attract some attention, and at the end of that shameful day, she found herself travelling on the stinky yet comfortable cart of a fisherman and his family. The poor but good natured group of five travelled during what it seemed like weeks, until they reached La Mesa- the most influential harbor of the Spanish. Martha grew learning the ways of the hard working, and the time spent with the humble couple and their three daughters seemed to heal her prematurely wrecked heart.

Five, and ten, and fifteen years passed- yet Martha wouldn't age. She was stuck in her five year old body, yet she was perfectly accounted for at least seventeen years. Her foster parents didn't seem too startled by this fact, but the young girl had built herself a name in the tiny village neighboring the swarming harbor, and it proved to be fatal in the end- when she was identified as moor as well, thanks, once again, to her skin colour. It didn't take long for the authorities to come looking for 'the dark skinned girl who won't grow'. Desperate, the old fisherman sought help in one of the local Abbey brothers, pleading for his girl to be saved from certain death.

The girl couldn't help but flinch at the stares people gave her, along with some hushed 'moorish demon' comments on the way. Yet there she was, clasping a monk's hand while she scurried away into the first boat that came into sight- which turned out to be a Trading boat. The next weeks proved to be almost fatal for her, had not this monk being right beside her. Almost a month later, the creaking old boat came to its destination- Galway.

And as she scurried away once again into land, she came across a boy with the most fiery hair and greenest eyes she had ever seen.

Sexual Orientation: Straight
In a relationship?: 'Married' to the irish Bae

Physical Appearance: Coming soon!

Personality/temperament:
Coming soon!

Trivia:
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Art, YCS© Enharmonia
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