It may come as a surprise to most, but Mojrah, the mutt, has called the frozen docks of Targos her home ever since she can remember. Despite being natives to the wretched town, Moyrah, along with her father Alruhnd, has been made to feel like the intruders in their very own hometown, subjected to discriminatory remarks, and disrespectfully suspicious glances wherever they headed. The unwelcoming, cold demeanor of their fellow townsfolk, has, however, never managed to deter Moyrah and her father from living their lives as a part of Targosi society. She has, despite the slurs and the monikers, even tried to overcompensate for her lack of appropriate heritage and physical features, by pushing herself to provide for the village even more than her physical capability had allowed her, and has suffered from time to time to bouts of exhaustion because of it. Ever since her father has been hanged as an offering to Auril, Moyrah has been a ghost of her former self. Gone were the energy and willingness to fit in. Hurt, raw, and filled with anger, She has become a shell of her former self, roaming the streets of Targos like a lost spirit, contemplating what her role might be in this cursed life of hers, and where she actually belongs.

Moyrah posseses an unrully, chestnut colored, hair, which is braided in plaits of various volumes and length, intertwined and somewhat held in place by bones and skulls of fish from Maer Dualdon she fished herself. Her grayish, green tingled skin is adorned with red ink runic tattoos, made Moyrah's curse of being a glaringly singular entity among the citizens of Targos, incredibly apparent.