Molly O'Neill

Though not a native of Myrken, Molly has wasted no time settling herself into the daily rhythms of the town -- swiftly finding herself employment at the local tavern.

Her place of origin, Glenmoor, left behind, the youthful widow has struck out on her own after the death of her adventerous Elven husband, Nathan. Some may say that his memory was what drummed the young woman from her home while she would profess that it was to keep herself from becoming a burden upon older brothers as they each began families of their own.

Lurking somewhere in her early twenties, this woman is bred of tough stock. Still, there is a pleasant shape to her face and some of the male gender may find themselves drawn to the full of those rolling hips and the might of her bosom. Curves of womanhood not so openly placed on display though! Bodice tucks instead of fluffs while full skirts fall down and proper about the ankles, all in the somber color of her widowed status. The untamed curls of fiery red hair are kept drawn away from the warm and laughter of summer blue eyes as she works, by way of braids, knots, or what ever fashion seems most handy.

While some may have trouble battling the thick accent that clings still to her tounge, the barmaid will no doubt charm the socks off most with her quick smile and laughter. Linger a while in her presence, one will fall to the enjoyment of a well spun tale or a good Irish proverb or two.

In her recent history, this young widow has found herself betrothed to one, Mikhail. She has also worked her way up from humble barmaid to respectable tavern owner of the Broken Dagger.