Nora Keenan Michael
Portrayed By Sophia Myles
Gender Female
Date of Birth April 21, 1856
Age 24
Aliases Doll
Place of Birth 'Riocht na Si', Co. Clare, Ireland
Occupation Baker and Cook
Known Relatives Dame Shannon Keenan (Mother), Sir Theodore Keenan (Father)
Significant Other Gideon Michael (husband)


Nora has had a terribly romantic life, or so she will tell you if you ask. She was born in a magical kingdom called 'Riocht na Si' in the countryside of County Clare, Ireland. It was an estate a few kilometres outside of Ennis, so famed for its beauty that people used to ask for tours around the grounds every weekend. 'Riocht na Si' means 'Land of the Faeries' in Gaelic. And besides it's fashionable gardens and ancient bowers, the estate was well known for its stables. The Keenan family had been breeding some of the best Kildare horses since before Ireland belonged to the Crown.

Born 'Eleanor Elizabeth Keenan', Nora was the youngest of four children and the only daughter. Her father being a Knight of the British Empire and her mother naturally being a Dame, the young woman was afforded all the luxuries of a life amongst the "Ascendancy," or those great Irish families that had sworn fealty to the British Crown in order to retain their lands and wealth and turned their backs on the Catholic faith in favour of the so-called 'Church of Ireland'. But Nora didn't know and Nora didn't care. She had her horses to ride, her doll-houses, her music and art lessons, her library of books to read and not a care in the world. But her life changed forever when she was 17. That's when she met Gideon.

They met in Berlin while Nora was on a tour studying German mannerism and impressionism. It was like a moment from a fairytale: magical, romantic, mysterious. They saw each other and froze, the world fading away. He showed her around the town and they had a wonderful, enchanting time and fell quickly in love…' But Nora had to leave the next day to return home, and she had no choice but to go. Otherwise, she'd risk being disinherited and written off as a loose woman. (Naturally, elopement being not so socially acceptable for a young lady of her breeding.) . Gideon was a young soldier.. an orphan with neither rank nor fortune to recommend him, Nora a young lady of some station and social responsibility. It would never have been allowed And Gideon understood that, so he let her go. But… She left him with a lock of her hair and took in her Bible a flower he had picked for her in the park. They said goodbye for the first and last time, wishing each other happiness in life. And that was that.

Five and a half years later, Nora was beginning to worry her parents. She had refused many fine suitors and spent too much of her time either baking or out with the horses. They were beginning to fret over her becoming a spinster. Their eldest, Charles, was already married and had a newborn son of his own. Edward, the middle-born, however was restless and always talking about taking the family business across the seas to the wide open plains of America. Finally, Sir Theodore acquiesced, and Nora went with Edward after no small amount of Nora demanding leave to go from her father. They had a small handful of their father's Kildare bloodstock which they intended to breed with the wild horses out west, producing not only the fast, hearty traits of the Kildare, but the power and stamina of the American Mustang.

Six months after arriving in America, they were in Kansas. During a pause to resupply the wagons, Nora was leaving the general store when it happened again. The crowds parted for a second, and there was Gideon. Their eyes met and all the old feelings and memories of that one perfect day so long ago in Berlin came rushing back. In a moment only experienced in novels and ancient stories of love and war, they rushed together knowing that this time… It was meant to be. They talk for hours as they wait for Edward to finish his business in town, discovering every little thing that had happened between them. Each still had the memento from years before. Each loved more dearly than years before. It was decided that Gideon would join their party and that they would be wed as soon as the Ranch was underway.

Disaster struck however, when Edward caught the Typhoid and died on the trail. Nora was left without family, with a small herd of horses to protect from thieves, a chest of money, and barely an ability to point the right part of a gun at an incoming marauder! It was only Gideon and Niyas, their Navajo guide, that were her protectors now. So they banded further together and kept moving, burying Edward in the shade of a tree on the plains.

They got to Colorado a month or so after Edward died. Niyas left to take some more settlers on the trails. Gideon and Nora… Well, they got married right away, started looking for a place to settle down and maybe start that ranch. But then trouble happened. A group of young men got drunk one afternoon and ran into Nora on the streets near the stables. Being Irish, she was an easy target for the four men, each of whom began to call her all sorts of names such as 'Papist Whore' (despite Nora's protestations that she was, in fact, Anglican). One of 'em actually struck Nora for 'back-talking' and then decided to… It was never fully known what the man had decided because Gideon stepped in. It got ugly, and Gideon ended up having to shoot all four of the young men in the knees to protect himself and his new Bride. None of them died, but it was still a bad incident.

So they went south and ended up in New Mexico to avoid further trouble. Here, they hope that their new start as a baker and her husband will be the more peaceful existence they've been looking for.


Perhaps the thing that most immediately would catch someone's attention is this woman's hair. It's silken and soft and blonde. A pale blonde that's the colour of the purest gold, rarified honey, or a flawless wheatfield in the early morning sun. It's the shade of pale gold that could only occur in nature, that bottles simply can't come close to recreating. This honey-gold hair is pulled into a single long braid over her shoulder, exposing the slender column of her white neck, and errant whisps of natural curls break free here and there to frame her face.

Then, there's the rest of her. Scarcely taller than 5'2", her body is sleek and willowy, possessing a natural hourglass figure involving some wicked curves. It's like she was built to be looked at. Her oval face carries the distinction of sculpted femininity: high, molded cheekbones, a slender and dainty nose, a clear brow, and a pouty, bee-stung cupid's bow of a mouth. Sparkling and luminous, her long-lashed eyes are an intense blue as clear as the skies without clouds, and their shape is cast to an exotic slant.

She's wearing a warm ensemble for the winter weather. A full circle skirt falls around her ankles in a comely style reminiscent of the English Queen. It's made from a woolen tartan of cornflower blue and sage on a cream background and cinches tightly around the woman's tiny waist. A long sleeved blouse has been sewn from the softest Irish wool, left in its natural creamy shade. Over the skirt is often a pure white apron, tied in the back in a full bow, and her left hand bears a wedding band of pale gold set with an european-cut amethyst and two pearls.


  • Memorable quotes go here.


  • Fresh Apple and Raspberry Cobbler
  • Long hot baths
  • Wildflowers
  • Surprises
  • Chocolates and Pearls
  • Animals, especially horses



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