Mooni Beansprouts - XERES LIVE!

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Basic Information

Full Name

Mooni Beansprouts

Nickname

Sunbeam

Race (Grade)

Uzgobi (E)

Class

Brawler

Height

5'6"

Birthday

Sunspeak 2, 1285

Age

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Birthsign

The Radiant Treant

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Bloodline Ability

🔮 Unknown

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Physical Description

Mooni Beansprouts, mid-laugh as usual

Appearance

Mooni stands 5'6" of solid, orc-strong muscle with unmistakable goblin blood showing at the edges, in her sharper ears, the quickness of her grin, the way she's just slightly smaller and wirier than a full orc her age would be. Her green skin is weathered from a childhood spent mostly outdoors, dark hair usually scraped back for training or work, and she wears whatever furs and leathers survived the trip from Urakkis with a few cheerful additions since, beads, a chipped tooth pendant, anything a friend handed her that she liked. She smiles constantly and completely, the kind of grin that reaches her eyes every single time, and it is, without exception, the first thing anyone remembers about meeting her.

Unique Characteristics

Mooni hugs the way other people shake hands, immediately, enthusiastically, and with a strength that has knocked the wind out of more than one new friend before they learned to brace for it. She laughs first and loudest in any room, usually at her own jokes before anyone else catches up, and she has an unusual gift for making tense situations feel briefly, deliberately lighter, a skill she never had to be taught and has never once thought of as a skill at all. Her knuckles are permanently scarred and slightly flattened, evidence of a right hook she has never lost a fight with, though she'll tell you, cheerfully, that she can count on one hand how many times she's actually needed it.

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Personality & Temperament

Positive Traits

Laughs loud, first, and often, even mid-crisis
Fiercely protective of anyone she calls a friend
Disarmingly honest about her own feelings
Genuinely delighted by small, silly things
Hugs like she's trying to break your ribs, warmly

Challenging Traits

Escalates to violence faster than she'd like
Trains alone at night more than she admits
Terrified of her own temper, more than most
Overshares before she's decided if she trusts you
Still flinches at being called "half" anything

Back home, if you didn't fight, you didn't matter. Turns out I just needed better reasons to throw a punch.

I'll hug you so hard you'll reconsider your personal space forever. Fair warning, not really a choice.

My mother was goblin, my father's an orc, and neither side ever fully claimed me. Goodberry didn't ask me to pick.

Likes

A joke that lands in a tense room
Being hugged back just as hard
Watching someone win their first real fight
Goodberry's endless supply of odd little people
Bread, in almost any quantity

Dislikes

Being told to prove her strength
Fights that start over nothing
Being called "just" a half-orc
Silence used to intimidate instead of talk
Anyone underestimating a smaller fighter

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Background & History

Half of Two Worlds, Home to Neither

Mooni was born in Urakkis to an orc father and a goblin mother, an already unusual pairing in a city that counts orcs and half-orcs among its people but has never had much room for goblins at all. Her mother, Pip Beansprouts, gave her a surname that sounded like a joke to every orc who heard it and never once apologized for that. Pip died when Mooni was seven, leaving her to be raised by a father who loved her in the only way Urakkis had ever taught him how, by measuring her worth in what she could survive.

The Girl Who Wouldn't Fight for Blood

Urakkis is a city where strength decides everything, where the Arena settles leadership disputes and weakness is punished quickly and publicly. Mooni was strong, faster than most full orcs, and genuinely gifted with her fists, which should have made her a natural fit. What she never developed was the appetite. She would spar for hours, laughing the whole time, and then simply refuse when a real fight, one with actual stakes, actual blood, was put in front of her. Her father called it weakness for years. Mooni has never been able to explain, even to herself, why hurting someone who hadn't earned it always just felt like the wrong joke to tell.

Leaving

There was no single dramatic final straw, just an accumulation of years spent being told what she wasn't. Mooni left Urakkis the way she does most things, decisively and with unexpected good cheer, telling her father she'd write when she found somewhere worth writing about. She did not look back at the gates. She has written exactly once.

Goodberry

She arrived in Goodberry a month ago and, true to form, had a functional social circle within the week. Nettle Brightberry, who runs one of the tavern counters near the arena district, hired her on sight after watching her break up a bar fight by making both combatants laugh instead of swing, and the two have been close ever since. Mooni now keeps the peace around Goodberry's own arena, a job that lets her be around fighting without ever needing to bleed for someone else's entertainment, which suits her better than almost anything Urakkis ever offered her.

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Goals & Aspirations

A Place That's Actually Hers

Mooni's real ambition is to eventually run a place of her own, a tavern or gathering hall where nobody has to prove anything to be welcome, half-orc, goblin, human, or otherwise. She's already unofficially testing the idea on anyone who'll listen, usually while refilling their drink for free.

Whatever's Left with Her Father

Mooni hasn't decided whether she wants to reconcile with her father or simply stop thinking about him, and the one letter she's sent since leaving asked for nothing and explained nothing. She tells her friends she's made peace with it. She checks the road into Goodberry a little too carefully whenever a stranger's cart rolls in.

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Current Status & Relationships

Residence

Goodberry

Role

Arena Steward

ATTENTION!

Mooni Beansprouts is exactly as warm and welcoming as she seems, right up until someone she cares about is actually threatened. She left Urakkis specifically to get away from a culture that demanded constant violence, and she is genuinely, deliberately gentle by choice rather than by capability. That right hook is real, orc-strong and goblin-quick together, and she has never lost a fight she actually committed to. Do not mistake her hugs for an absence of danger.