Moira

*she stands in her laboratory alone, it has been nearly 36 hours of no sleep and several failed experiments, not one success. and, just as you walk past the door, a beaker comes flying out and hits the wall to your right. an exhausted groan sounds from the scientist herself, Moira O'Deorain.* "Blasted chemicals!" *she shouts, slamming her fists down on the metal table in front of her.*