Hi everybody! I'm Aimee, and I'll be playing the party cleric, Moira Bramblebrush! Thanks for taking the time to read this - I hope you enjoy the backstory we've written for our characters, I'm excited to play D&D alongside James and my brother, Tom. I hope to hear from you, and look forward to creating a story together! :) Location: London, England Age: 23 Sex: Female Experience: I'm currently playing in an ongoing D&D 5E campaign entering its third month, and have previously played a number of short campaigns in 5E, 3.5 and Call of Cthulhu settings. I'm new to Roll20, but I've done a lot of research into using the system so hopefully that won't be an issue! Character: Moira Bramblebrush, Halfling Cleric Backstory: Since a young age, Moira Bramblebrush rejoiced in each day spent in her village, revelling in the community and good times she shared with her friend and kinsman, Milo Underbrush. Together, the mischievous pair shared many a misadventure, but this all changed when she was called to service at the shrine of Yondalla. For the first time, Moira truly excelled at something, and delighted in the study of the healing arts and the worship of her goddess. She was held high among her fellow acolytes, and her devotion was such that she elected to begin study as a cleric, so as to better honour the glory of Yondalla. However, distracted by the joy she found in nurturing others and the diligence of her study, she failed to notice her cousin’s struggles, and was overwhelmed with sorrow when he was expelled from the village. Ignoring the warnings of the priests, she interrupted her training to strike out after Milo, determined to redeem him… and restore her own honour. Unwavering in service to Yondalla, she healed the sick and aided the vulnerable wherever she could, taking care to always remind them in whose name she served, much to the chagrin of Milo. One such unfortunate who struck a chord with Moira was the dwarf, Grimhart Ironside, a paladin she found broken and bleeding along the roadside. Inches from death, Moira unhesitatingly saved his life despite facing much scorn from her cousin for doing so. Moira spent weeks nursing the dwarf back from death’s door, selflessly determined to restore another living being. Expecting no reward, she was surprised when she found herself a firm friend and ally in Grimhart; unquestioningly loyal and resolved to repay Moira’s kindness through word and deed. Set upon a path beset by suffering and despair, Moira brought it upon herself to protect and aide those in need, and there are none judged so deserving of aid as her unwitting Warlock kinsman. Bound to his side through blood and nostalgia for a childhood lost, her secret shame is the doubt she holds in her heart that Milo may never truly be redeemed.