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Full Name: The Occia, formerly Moirine Burrell
Race: Human
Occupation: The Occia of the Citadel
Faction, if applicable: The Citadel
Reputation & rumors: Rumors based on the Occia are either extremely positive or extremely negative. On the positive side, some believe that she has the ability to allow Cita to speak directly through her, that she can heal the sick with a kiss, that she is ageless and the final Occia. However, the truly devout have believed all that of every Occia that came before her and their hopes have never been proved true. On the negative side, she is said to be a hypocrite, truly heartless, ostentatious and addicted to luxury. They say she cares nothing for the Citadel, only the power it affords her. A favorite among the Golden Hour is that she's Cita's whore, not his wife, and as such she's whored herself through her Cancellari.
Age: 17
Birthday: November 11th
Birth Location: Tyrol, Balfour
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 139lbs
PB (Played-By): Emilia Clarke
History: When she was born, Moirine was nothing special. Her peach-fuzz hair was white, the same as her brother's, but it did not bear becoming excited over, her parents insisted. Still, they were hopeful, ambitious even. As commoners, they sunk all their money into Moirine's well-being. If she developed a slight cough, they sent for a healer. If she suffered a cut, it was poulticed immediately. They coddled Moirine. After all, she might be their ticket out of the Grounds.
When 3 came and went, then 4, and still Moirine's white hair hadn't gone blonde, they submitted her to the Citadel. She was taken from her family, totally unaware of why. Moirine screamed and called out for her mother and brother, but in the end, she was left with all the other potential Occias. She can't remember those years, but the feeling of the time stays with her.
What she does remember are her family's visits. Her father never came. He was busy, her mother explained. But of course the first thing her mother did was to start inspecting Moirine's head, plucking out all the slightly less white hairs with her fingers. Only after she was pleased by the colorlessness of her hair did Moirine's mother hold her, reassure her. Every visit was the same and those visits were all she had to look forward to between long periods of reading and studying. But when her brother began his visits, Moirine finally understood what it was like to love someone.
He was so proud of her without turning her into a symbol. He was proud because Cita might choose her, but even if she was turned away in the end, he would be proud she had made it that far. Her brother saw her for who she was, not for the color of her hair. Moirine dreamed of the next time he would visit her. He said all the same kind things everyone else did, that she was growing up, growing more beautiful, more clever, but she could tell that he had a reason to say those things. It wasn't flattery when he said it. And, after so many years confined in a small space with other Occia hopefuls, all Moirine really wanted was for someone to genuinely care for her.
At age 10, she was selected over the other girls who had grown awkward-looking or who had seen their white hair threaded with brown. Moirine will never forget the look on the former Occia's face as she bowed to her new leader. Someday, Moirine would be in that place, but she promised not to look as though half a lemon had been jammed down her throat. the girl had seen and heard enough of the Citadel to know she would never amount to much, even as the Occia. Why should that woman seem so envious?
Her first order was to have her elder brother promoted to priest so that he might stay with her in her quarters without a hint of scandal. He was the only one who visited her, who visited her and not the future Occia. His religious fervor fueled his love for her, Moirine knew that, but he would still love her if she was just a commoner. If she was the wife of Cita, above all other human women, then he was above all human men. He was the only person worthy of her true feelings.
Over the years, Moirine has overseen her Cancellari's meetings, bored and ineffectual. They don't listen to her, as much as she tries to make them. She's just their sweet, pale girl. Now, the Occia is holding her breath until the moment she can prove them wrong. She's been watching every fault, every misstep made by those in the nobility, the Golden Hour and the Citadel. Tyrol has lost its sense of justice and it is her duty to restore it.
Personality: Moirine is someone who will never be able to choose the path of her life. On the one hand, she's been given a great honor. On the other, she'll never be allowed to make one decision on her own until a child is born who can take her place. She wants freedom, yet she wants to serve Cita for as long as she can please him. She wishes to keep her position of power, but would relish the opportunity to just be allowed to sit under a tree in the middle of the city in silence for five minutes. She can hardly remember a time when she wasn't the Occia, so she both fantasizes about and dreads the moment when the position is no longer hers.
Devout and dutiful, she does what she can for the Citadel. It's an honor to be taken as her Lord's bride, but still, the Citadel is confining. She knows not what to think of her Cancellari. They are supposed to be her earthly family, but she has no idea how to treat them. Everything is much easier with her brother. Still, Moirine tries to be familial, loving even, with her Cancellari. Her gestures can seem somewhat wooden at times, however.
On the surface, she is a very faraway girl. Everything you say to her seems an entirely new notion. Some say it is a result of her communing with Cita. Others say the simpler solution is better, that the girl hasn't a brain in her head. Moirine has never disproved either hypothesis, save in her brother's company. The people can think of her whatever they like. After all, in Tyrol the truth never matters.
Pitiless towards Others, as she is expected to be, Moirine has plead to the Duchess Bharquite to have them expelled from the country. Many of her more reactionary followers have called for war against the creatures. But she asks her followers to be kind to the lesser inhabitants of Tyrol. If the Golden Hour vouches for these creatures, then the Golden Hour must know what it is doing.
Sweet to those she needs and haughty to those she does not, the Occia weighs her words carefully. She can remember a time when politics and manipulation were the farthest things from her mind. Whether the Golden Hour and its meddling with Belief is to blame or her own maturing, it does not matter. Moirine blames Belief for the hardening of her heart. As such, Moirine fears the power of Belief more than anything. She is the most recognizable person in all of Balfour. If enough people are stupid enough to believe the rumors, the rumors become true. She will stop at nothing to put down the Golden Hour and ensure her integrity.
Personality Keywords: Proud, sweet, dreamy, dutiful, lonely, unsatisfied, underhanded, condescending, observant, prudish, slightly unhinged.
Appearance: The Occia is always beautiful. Moirine's features are lovely and her figure full. She draws glances from those around her, then inspires shame in the name of Cita. Her beauty is meant to remind the Civitates of their limitations. They can never have her until she is old, almost beyond marrying age. The followers of Cita must be reminded that nothing good or beautiful in this world lasts, not even His favor.
The Occia's appearance is taken care of by her maids. They dress her, brush her hair, maintain her beauty. The Occia must appear perfect. Some heavy makeup on her cheeks and harsh chemicals swabbed across her teeth continue the illusion.
Usually the Occia must wear heavy gowns. Should she go in public, it takes hours to dress her. Within the citadel, where she usually resides, she wears loose, flowing dresses in pale colors. She isn't allowed garishly dyed garments.
Her hair is long, wavy and nearly white, but that is boring. It's all people have cared about for as long as Moirine can remember. She tells herself she'll be happy the day she can hide it away for good.
Languages Known: English.
Skills: Drawing, playing the harpsichord, paying attention to detail, dancing (though she only does it when she's alone in her quarters), making others feel important.
Strengths: She's perfected her poker-face, strong-willed, unapologetic, charms people easily with her beauty, comes across to some as truly divine.
Weaknesses: Two-faced, immature, easily flustered if sexuality is mentioned in any way, blindly hateful towards Others, much too proud, dependent on her brother and Cancellari, does not have much life experience, has never had to learn any useful skills.
Race: Human
Occupation: The Occia of the Citadel
Faction, if applicable: The Citadel
Reputation & rumors: Rumors based on the Occia are either extremely positive or extremely negative. On the positive side, some believe that she has the ability to allow Cita to speak directly through her, that she can heal the sick with a kiss, that she is ageless and the final Occia. However, the truly devout have believed all that of every Occia that came before her and their hopes have never been proved true. On the negative side, she is said to be a hypocrite, truly heartless, ostentatious and addicted to luxury. They say she cares nothing for the Citadel, only the power it affords her. A favorite among the Golden Hour is that she's Cita's whore, not his wife, and as such she's whored herself through her Cancellari.
Age: 17
Birthday: November 11th
Birth Location: Tyrol, Balfour
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 139lbs
PB (Played-By): Emilia Clarke
History: When she was born, Moirine was nothing special. Her peach-fuzz hair was white, the same as her brother's, but it did not bear becoming excited over, her parents insisted. Still, they were hopeful, ambitious even. As commoners, they sunk all their money into Moirine's well-being. If she developed a slight cough, they sent for a healer. If she suffered a cut, it was poulticed immediately. They coddled Moirine. After all, she might be their ticket out of the Grounds.
When 3 came and went, then 4, and still Moirine's white hair hadn't gone blonde, they submitted her to the Citadel. She was taken from her family, totally unaware of why. Moirine screamed and called out for her mother and brother, but in the end, she was left with all the other potential Occias. She can't remember those years, but the feeling of the time stays with her.
What she does remember are her family's visits. Her father never came. He was busy, her mother explained. But of course the first thing her mother did was to start inspecting Moirine's head, plucking out all the slightly less white hairs with her fingers. Only after she was pleased by the colorlessness of her hair did Moirine's mother hold her, reassure her. Every visit was the same and those visits were all she had to look forward to between long periods of reading and studying. But when her brother began his visits, Moirine finally understood what it was like to love someone.
He was so proud of her without turning her into a symbol. He was proud because Cita might choose her, but even if she was turned away in the end, he would be proud she had made it that far. Her brother saw her for who she was, not for the color of her hair. Moirine dreamed of the next time he would visit her. He said all the same kind things everyone else did, that she was growing up, growing more beautiful, more clever, but she could tell that he had a reason to say those things. It wasn't flattery when he said it. And, after so many years confined in a small space with other Occia hopefuls, all Moirine really wanted was for someone to genuinely care for her.
At age 10, she was selected over the other girls who had grown awkward-looking or who had seen their white hair threaded with brown. Moirine will never forget the look on the former Occia's face as she bowed to her new leader. Someday, Moirine would be in that place, but she promised not to look as though half a lemon had been jammed down her throat. the girl had seen and heard enough of the Citadel to know she would never amount to much, even as the Occia. Why should that woman seem so envious?
Her first order was to have her elder brother promoted to priest so that he might stay with her in her quarters without a hint of scandal. He was the only one who visited her, who visited her and not the future Occia. His religious fervor fueled his love for her, Moirine knew that, but he would still love her if she was just a commoner. If she was the wife of Cita, above all other human women, then he was above all human men. He was the only person worthy of her true feelings.
Over the years, Moirine has overseen her Cancellari's meetings, bored and ineffectual. They don't listen to her, as much as she tries to make them. She's just their sweet, pale girl. Now, the Occia is holding her breath until the moment she can prove them wrong. She's been watching every fault, every misstep made by those in the nobility, the Golden Hour and the Citadel. Tyrol has lost its sense of justice and it is her duty to restore it.
Personality: Moirine is someone who will never be able to choose the path of her life. On the one hand, she's been given a great honor. On the other, she'll never be allowed to make one decision on her own until a child is born who can take her place. She wants freedom, yet she wants to serve Cita for as long as she can please him. She wishes to keep her position of power, but would relish the opportunity to just be allowed to sit under a tree in the middle of the city in silence for five minutes. She can hardly remember a time when she wasn't the Occia, so she both fantasizes about and dreads the moment when the position is no longer hers.
Devout and dutiful, she does what she can for the Citadel. It's an honor to be taken as her Lord's bride, but still, the Citadel is confining. She knows not what to think of her Cancellari. They are supposed to be her earthly family, but she has no idea how to treat them. Everything is much easier with her brother. Still, Moirine tries to be familial, loving even, with her Cancellari. Her gestures can seem somewhat wooden at times, however.
On the surface, she is a very faraway girl. Everything you say to her seems an entirely new notion. Some say it is a result of her communing with Cita. Others say the simpler solution is better, that the girl hasn't a brain in her head. Moirine has never disproved either hypothesis, save in her brother's company. The people can think of her whatever they like. After all, in Tyrol the truth never matters.
Pitiless towards Others, as she is expected to be, Moirine has plead to the Duchess Bharquite to have them expelled from the country. Many of her more reactionary followers have called for war against the creatures. But she asks her followers to be kind to the lesser inhabitants of Tyrol. If the Golden Hour vouches for these creatures, then the Golden Hour must know what it is doing.
Sweet to those she needs and haughty to those she does not, the Occia weighs her words carefully. She can remember a time when politics and manipulation were the farthest things from her mind. Whether the Golden Hour and its meddling with Belief is to blame or her own maturing, it does not matter. Moirine blames Belief for the hardening of her heart. As such, Moirine fears the power of Belief more than anything. She is the most recognizable person in all of Balfour. If enough people are stupid enough to believe the rumors, the rumors become true. She will stop at nothing to put down the Golden Hour and ensure her integrity.
Personality Keywords: Proud, sweet, dreamy, dutiful, lonely, unsatisfied, underhanded, condescending, observant, prudish, slightly unhinged.
Appearance: The Occia is always beautiful. Moirine's features are lovely and her figure full. She draws glances from those around her, then inspires shame in the name of Cita. Her beauty is meant to remind the Civitates of their limitations. They can never have her until she is old, almost beyond marrying age. The followers of Cita must be reminded that nothing good or beautiful in this world lasts, not even His favor.
The Occia's appearance is taken care of by her maids. They dress her, brush her hair, maintain her beauty. The Occia must appear perfect. Some heavy makeup on her cheeks and harsh chemicals swabbed across her teeth continue the illusion.
Usually the Occia must wear heavy gowns. Should she go in public, it takes hours to dress her. Within the citadel, where she usually resides, she wears loose, flowing dresses in pale colors. She isn't allowed garishly dyed garments.
Her hair is long, wavy and nearly white, but that is boring. It's all people have cared about for as long as Moirine can remember. She tells herself she'll be happy the day she can hide it away for good.
Languages Known: English.
Skills: Drawing, playing the harpsichord, paying attention to detail, dancing (though she only does it when she's alone in her quarters), making others feel important.
Strengths: She's perfected her poker-face, strong-willed, unapologetic, charms people easily with her beauty, comes across to some as truly divine.
Weaknesses: Two-faced, immature, easily flustered if sexuality is mentioned in any way, blindly hateful towards Others, much too proud, dependent on her brother and Cancellari, does not have much life experience, has never had to learn any useful skills.