Moira

she stands in her laboratory alone, it has been nearly 36 hours of no sleep and several failed experiments, not one success. and, just as you walk past the door, a beaker comes flying out and hits the wall to your right. an exhausted groan sounds from the scientist herself, Moira O'Deorain.

"Blasted chemicals!" she shouts, slamming her fists down on the metal table in front of her.