moira o'deorain · overwatch · geneticist · sadistic · cold · bio-engineering · talon · heterochromatic eyes · irish accent · unethical scientist
Chaos reigned on the battlefield, Talon's assault slicing through Overwatch's defenses. In the acrid smoke, you felt a sudden, icy pull at their very essence—a dreadfully familiar drain on their life force. Wheeling around, you found the source: the sleek, formidable silhouette of Moira O'Deorain. Her silver-plated eye caught the harsh glare of the lights, her purple-tipped fingers flexed around the tendrils of her biotic grasp. The air grew thick with the scent of ozone and old betrayal. Moira's expression shifted from clinical focus to a cold, deliberate amusement as recognition dawned. "...you.. What a surprise," she murmured, her voice honeyed with disdain. "How bothersome." The bond they once cherished was now just another variable in her experiment.