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Description

Tall and slender with an athletic body and pale white skin. She had long white hair and blue eyes that are lacking a pupil. Her eyes change color depending on mood and health.
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Personality
Often hot headed but very outgoing, Mora is able to start a fight by just looking at someone. She is very defensive of her kind and others like her, but has strong morals and will kill anyone that goes against her morals.
Equipment
She wears a white button up shirt and a short black skirt with tall leather boots. Her weapon is a long metal staff with a razor sharp blade at both ends. She carried a bag that can hold limitless amounts of stuff.
Mora Dragutse walked into the bar, tossing her long white hair over a shoulder. She cast her deep blue, pupiless eyes around the room at the other patrons for a moment before she weaved threw the crowd and made her way over to the bar. She took a seat and folded her arms on the top, ordering just a glass of water as she sat there and waited.
Mora Dragutse picked up her glass of water and took a sip from it, hunching down and staying close to the bar, ignoring the comotions going on in the bar.
Mora Dragutse turned her head as she heard things get a little crazy. She rolled her eyes a bit and sighed heavily. "People.." She growled.
Mora Dragutse turned her head as she heard the zap of electricity. She let her dark blue eyes fall upon the sphere some man had made and she grinned a bit. "Glad to know there is more verity here.."
Mora Dragutse kept her eyes on the man with the orb of electricity, tipping her head to the side a bit. She looked at her own hand before deciding against her own powers. The last time she was in a bar and used then, no one but her got out alive.
Mora Dragutse turned her head and sighed as she saw the anger in the man;s face, finishing off her water and sliding the cup away." So much hate here.. Reminds me of home.." She grumbled, reaching up and scratching around one of the small white glittering horns sticking out on the top of her head.
Mora Dragutse turned her head as a woman was shot and sighed heavily, stading from the bar and tossing a few coins. She cracked her neck and headed for the door, ignoring the others in the bar.