Dr. Moira Elizabeth Harper Morstan, Plays-With-Carbon, Tears-Of-Flame.

Moira was born of a one-night-stand betwixt a Fianna lupus and a Glass Walker homid. Her mother carried her to term, and dropped her on her father's doorstep. The child was six befroe she learned to change, necessitating tight lips in the household, which didn't endear most of the family to her. Even her father, who accepted her as his child, considered her a lesser part of the family.

Fortunately (or perhaps not) Moira was blessed with a mind which allowed her to stay cooped up in her room, reading scientific journals and experimenting. A science fair project had introduced an 11-year-old to the overwhelming presence of carbon, and fascinated her. In high school, she researched at universities, and she had co-authored a number of papers by the time she was admitted to Oxford.

Unfortunately, her papers, her prizes, her rapid speed through her studies, none of this gained her acceptance from the family she had so long desired to impress. However, it attracted another. John Morstan, the warder of her father's cairn and a metis as well, became impressed with the tiny girl's mind and body. Halfway through Moira's graduate studies, the two married.

Three years later, the couple's family grew. Moira had become close to Chistopher Collins, a homid obtaining his doctorate in physics while Moira taught at Cambridge. His wife had died delivering their second child, and Moira and John often helped the widower which the new-born, Victoria, and the four-year-old, Regina. When the girls were two and six repectively, the Cambridge cairn came under assault by Pentax forces. Christopher died in a final strike against the Dancers, breaking their offense. By Christopher's will, Moira and John were named as guardians of the girls, though the decision was challenged by the head philodox of the cairn, as well as Moira's father.

In 1997, Professor Morstan went to Western Washington University, in order to work at Huxley College. Her recent paper on the use of short-chain thiols impressed the scientific community, and she was working on furthering research in that area when the apocolypse broke out. HSe recieved word that both her father and husband were captured by the Inquisition. She and two Bone Gnawers broke into the Society of St. George's headquarters, but it was too late for two men.

There is no longer a headquarters.