Post by Morgan on Jul 14, 2008 1:44:24 GMT 11
Don't Wake Me Now
[/b]Full Name: Morgan Danica Asphodel. ("Morgan," for a darkish allusion to a historical character, "Danica," for the slightest link to her past and "Asphodel," for the flower of Hades.
Nickname: Morgan.
Age: 16.
Date of Birth: March 31st, 1994.
Gender: Female.
Family: Meryl ("Shining Sea") - Mother.
Raoul - Father.
Mordred - Brother (17.)
Appearance: Her eyes were distant, heavy-lidded, with a peculiar shade of burgundy. Staring into them was often like an eerie abyss, for there was no out of those eyes, no clue as to where the swirls of lavender-brown (against stark white, almost blue) ended and her pupil penetrated. She had ghost-like eyes, her brother had once said, blind. It gave her face a glazed look, as though she often had no clue what she was doing - which in turn made her true motives perfectly hidden.
Her skin is pale, with a hint of peach cream. It's smooth, for the most part, held by a medium-shaped nose, pallid lips, and a slightly pointed chin. Her face was long in general and you can see the hint of a strong jaw and cheekbones if you observed it closely. Her hair was an exotic wine-color at best, the same hue as her eyes with a bit more russet than violet. On a bright summer's day when the sun hit it at the right angle, it was almost translucent, and took on a peculiar orange color. It tangled easily, and usually rests in curls a little past her shoulder blades.
She's tall enough for her age, at about 5ft 7, but if she really wanted, she could always find a way to look down at you. Her frame isn't slim, but gaunt with muted strength in those bones and barely a satisfactory curve. In this day and age, she isn't what you'd call pretty with her look that said deadpan rather than flirty and her alto voice and wry ways.
She's never complained. Nor does she try to fool herself into pulling off anything more than a pair of jeans or black pants, a few silk shirts of various white, pale blue, lavender, chocolate hues, several blouses of roughly the same color, dark sweaters, and sneakers. She may be persuaded to put on a little make-up at times, but she makes no fuss about it, nor is she any good. She wears pastels, favors shades, not colors, things generally, no one else would attempt.
Personality: There's a part of her that's tightly reserved. If her friends are rolling down a grass hill, laughing all the way and being stung by several bees, she'd probably be sitting atop it, under (or maybe on) a tree somewhere, laughing at them from up there. People at school don't believe that she has a temper and though she pretends to be untouchable, when hurt, the first weapon her fingers clutch around is anger, and Morgan can muster quite an energetic slap.
She's generally quiet in class and tries to stay out of trouble, but outside she'd have more guts than the kid who thought setting the girl's locker room on fire was a good idea. She hates being manipulated and struggles when faced with a good dare (not that she'd ever let anyone see.) There's a big part of her that desperately wants to win, if only to prove to herself what she can do.
She may claim otherwise, but she is not a what you see is what you get type. Rather, she spends excessive amounts of time hiding what she is and covering up the fact that she's hiding it as well. She loathes the first sign of weakness so she has a pretty decent-sized pride there. She's not shallow but doesn't delve much into the what-happens-when-I-die and why-must-we-be-this-way ramblings one might expect. She's never thought much about morals or friendship values, and she's not as close with her friends as is usual, but maybe that's the problem. She hasn't become a very open person yet.
Morgan can be creative with ploys. When someone catches her off-guard, even a friend playing a prank, gets a delicious payback. To her, revenge is a dish best served on a silver platter when she's on a rampage - almost nothing can stop her when she has her stubborn mind locked in on something. She's pretty down-to-earth most of the time, with an 'in-control' mood that calms those around her as well. She can be rash, however, and forgetful. Stacked on top of her impatience, stubborn pride, bit of a witty attitude and temper, she gets her fair share of trouble.
She keeps herself in shape, but never more than fair in any sport during P.E. The only thing she has on her side are uncanny strength and careful precision. When she isn't concentrating, however, the latter is out the window. She can also be easily distracted and her quick reflexes aren't exactly peaking yet. When she runs, she has a sudden, quick burst of energy, but then she's slow as any average-or-below student her age. She has little to say to those who aren't recognized as her friends. She takes time adjusting to change.
Morgan can be playful to those rare few who are always around her. She doesn't feel as though they're her confidant, or find they have traits more admirable than others - they're just the ones she hangs out with all the time. She's a bit selfish and can be mercilessly unforgiving when the line is crossed. You're suppose to sense it from her actions, rather than her telling you what not to do. All that aside, some may say she's a complete different person around these friends, and a few others would realize that for some unexplainable reason, maybe she's just lonely.
History: Morgan had always figured her family was simply Caucasian. What ethnicity she is is a complete mystery to her because she never cared enough to know. She'd lived here for all of her life, moving a few times to bigger houses and changing schools only once, in fourth grade.
The people here know her from childhood. They've seen her every day for the past six or seven years. A part of her wishes for something new, another senses that she's seen better days. She feels like this little town (I'll be assuming that's what it is) is boring her out of her mind, like it can't contain her.
Now they live in a very picturesque three-story house, white with elegant front gates and a variety of plants her mother tends to daily. Inside they have large windows, high ceilings, granite stairs and counters, even the floors (excluding those on the upper floors.) Downstairs there are a lot of soft carpets and expensive-looking couches. They have three balconies, leading off from her room, Mordred's, and the kitchen on the first floor. Paintings deck the walls, as well as other odd collections such as china, family portraits, dusty books, porcelain, and that of the like.
Her mother is a housewife and her father some pretty successful businessman, but she's never bothered to find out what exactly he does. What she genuinely worries about is her brother.
Elemental Past: Dain.
Element: Fire.
Anything Else: Mordred has the same aura, it could only be described, as her. He has soft, warm brown hair, hazel eyes almost always in a daze, and the tendency not to speak. When he did, it was to comment on her oddly structured eyes or a bird that had been perched on the balcony for several minutes. She'd call him for dinner and find him staring aloofly out of his window, that deep, pondering look on his face as he traveled somewhere in his mind she couldn't follow to. His grades in school aren't much to be proud of and her parents more or less ignore him. Well her mother worries - but not as much as Morgan.
She couldn't pinpoint exactly when he'd been so distant, or if maybe he'd always been that way. But she was convinced that at some point, things were different. Though he was a year older than her, she never felt their age difference. He wasn't much taller than her, and was always more of a companion than a guardian. There was a fragile edge to him, like old clothing frayed and long since faded, that in turn made her want to protect him instead of vice versa. Girls at school liked him, she knew. He had remarkable features, it was almost like perfection. A silent, noble perfection.
Drawings: I can't draw anyway and usually find a picture before making a character. Morgan was a one-time sudden-inspiration thing, so I didn't have time for her. I'll probably never find a picture.
The parts below will be filled in later.
Summoning Creature: A merlin with a bit of an attitude called (runs out of Arthurian allusions) well, Morgan is studying Latin at the moment, so when she's yelling at him, she develops the habit of yelling "Aestus," or "Culpa," mean "Flame" or "Blame/Fault." Poor Culpa.
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