Post by Morrigan Reid on Jan 18, 2012 22:17:05 GMT -5
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Character's full name: Morrigan Eileen Reid
Age: 23
Group Species: Unique
Gender: Female
Alignment: Good/Neutral
Unique/Exotic Features: Red hair and freckles. She has a scar across her throat as though it had been slit at one time. A scar wrapping around her chest that has the appearance of being a Celtic knot type design, spreading horizontally from an injury to her chest where her locket actually entered her chest. That scar looks as though she got shot in the chest and somehow managed to survive. In her Guardian form her hair goes to a very light blond also she has a pair of black feathered angel wings though they’re small and unable to actually let her fly. Mainly just for show.
Please supply a character image if possible:
Model's name: Emma Stone
Personality: Morrigan is an slightly naive young lady. She's very easy to spook and very easy to anger (there is a reason she's named after the goddess of war). She was raised by men so she learned how to fight, spit and drink, like a boy. So don't let her slight stature fool you. Her dad and brothers kept her very secluded. She wasn't allowed to date and hardly had any male friends. She loathes shopping and doesn't long for many material possessions. Food in her belly, roof over her head, warmth, that was all she truly needed. Since all of the changes happening in her life, she’s taken on a slightly new outlook on life. She’s began to appreciate things more. Maybe it was several near and actual, death experiences, but she’d set on really enjoying her life from this point out. The Guardian within her is very serious, and nearing bloodthirsty. A tactician through and through, but would you expect anything less from someone with the essence of war, weapons and blood? It’s a good balance between the two though, The Dark Blacksmith is hardened, not quite compassionate while Morrigan is full of compassion and love for her friends around her. They aren’t just her troops.
Likes: Morrigan likes birds a lot with a special fondness for large black birds and colorful small birds. She likes to eat and drink. Probably her favorite food is a nice rare steak and her favorite drink is either a good aged Scotch or for a more casual drink Guinness Stout. She likes men, despite her total inexperience with them. One of her more feminine things she enjoys are the cheesy romance and teen movies. Motorcycles. Guys on motorcycles... Guys on motorcycles in leather jackets... mmm... what was I talking about again?
Dislikes: Potatoes, weird right? She is from Ireland... She tends to dislike cats because they kill birds. Most of the things she dislikes are small things: Driving a car when you could walk there, people who pretend to be stupid to 'get ahead'. One big thing is her father. She doesn't hate him, she loves him. Although she loves him, she doesn't like some of his choices in raising her. She doesn't like touching people and she doesn't really like people touching her.
Strengths: *Adorable puppy dog eyes that renders people unable to stay mad at her.
*The special touch she has that is both her greatest strength, and her greatest weakness.
Now with her Guardian form
* An advanced knowledge of several fighting styles and tactical military things (always present human or Guardian)
* She floats a few inches off the ground, when she jumps in the float she could probably jump about half a story.
* Angelic form, things that fear angels will initially fear her
* Floating Daggers: In the shape of feathers, obsidian and steel on the feather side, wooden on the quill (stakes) there are 8 of them that she can push forward and return to her.
* Immortality
Weaknesses: *Her innocence.
*Smooth talking handsome guys.
*As stated before, the power channeled through her, is her greatest strength and her weakness.
Now with her Guardian form
* Severe Exhaustion: She can only stay in Guardian form for a short time. The further she pushes it she risks dying.
* Easily identifiable: Because Morrigan was the first Guardian to awaken she endured a set of trials, inflicting scars on her body that none of the other Guardians will have. Thus making her the main target in both normal and Guardian form.
* The Guardian’s hardness risks rubbing off on Morrigan, she may lose herself to the other half one day.
* Relying too heavily on the Guardian form, one day she’s going to take too big of a risk and not be able to get the Guardian to come and help her.
* Though she is immortal she can die in normal human ways, though if left alone she would live forever and not age past 23.
* Slightly acidic blood: It’s colored white, signalling her as being something inhuman. While it tends to repulse most vampires, it gives her a slight burning sensation. Uncomfortable and occasionally distracting, it’s very painful if she gets an injury that makes her bleed.
* In her Guardian form she only speaks Gaelic, though other Guardians can understand her normal people won’t be able to unless they speak the language (Most Watchers would be able to)
* The Morrigan is not a ‘good’ Goddess. Probably leaning more toward evil. Without a careful eye watching her and people that Morrigan herself as a human cares about calling for her, she would very easily turn villainous.
History: Morrigan comes from Ardara, Ireland. Her whole lineage was from Ardara. Her mother died in child birth and Morrigan is the youngest of six children, and the only girl. As a girl she was awkward and not the most attractive child. When she hit around 15 she blossomed in one summer and the boys came knocking. Her father went so far as to pull her out of school and home school her. A decision she always resented. Little did her father know, that she befriended a man. A man from England. Far too old for her and he never attempted anything with her. She was just a kid after all.
Soon the man announced himself as a Watcher to her once she made her power evident on a chance encounter with a werewolf. There was legends of her kind, but none had ever actually been found to exist. They were always very obscure in the texts, thought to have come around from an old curse and the family line originally helped Slayers and the like in killing the monsters in the darkness. The books all called them 'páistí de bán tadhall', Children of the White Touch. He knew that she had to be protected. If the truth was discovered she would certainly be attacked.
The Watcher had no other option but to tell her father the danger his precious baby girl could be in. Shortly after her father found out a man in a black robe broke into their house without anyone knowing and slit his precious daughter's throat. Luckily a quick reaction saved her, but didn't save her one nasty scar.
Fearing for his daughter's life he decided to do his best by her and send her to America. All the way to Sunnydale, in search of two people, neither of which she knew the name of. She knew one was something her father called a 'Slayer' a girl. The other was a vampire who was light of hair. That was all she knew. Her father gave her all the money he had and put her on a plane.
Now she was in Sunnydale, finally, in search of the people she was sent for. It was hard to focus on it though. There were so many shops and boys and music. Colors and buildings and parks! Her hometown was tiny, you could see the whole town in a few minutes, just a blink if you were driving. This was to be her home now, she rented a hotel room and began her search for the 'slayer' or the new vampire.
Morrigan didn't fully understand how dangerous Sunnydale was a night though. She spent good portions of her time running away, ducking into businesses. That was how she found the Bronze. The local hang out for the teens and young adults. She thought maybe she'd run into one of them there. Well she'd have a lot of fun while she waited to see.
She'd been having a hard time trying to make friends. She didn't identify with the girls, and didn't know how to talk to the guys. Her father had really done a number on her socialization skills. So most of the time she got a beer, the darker the better and settled down, either at the bar or at a table. She didn't know what she was looking for, a vampire with light hair and a strong girl seemed like finding a needle in a haystack around here. One night she'd get lucky though. She hoped...
However, things change. Friends are made and lost, lovers come and go. Shortly after getting out on her own again, she was kidnapped. The stress turned her locket into a beacon of light and it literally burrowed into her chest. Quite painful and it hurt all the way up to her awakening. She likened it to the locket trying to open in her chest. Then after one of the few people she’d ever truly came to care for and trust, outside of her family, turned her back on her, the stress was too much. A strange scar cut it’s way into her chest, extending from either side of the scar caused by the locket. That was when she discovered that she didn’t bleed red anymore. She bled ‘white’ it’s sort of a translucent white, like thin milk.
Then the dreams began. Dreams of her whole female ancestry standing in front of her, telling her that she was destined to do great things. Though she would have to survive great pain. Often the memories of the people in her life would inject themselves into her dreams. Always in danger that she was unable to stop. The choir of ghostly women would just murmur in unison, ”Soon my dear, you will be an instrument to save the world.” Morrigan would shake her head though, she was no hero. They needed to find someone else. In one of her dreams she found a knife. It looked like it was made of green glass, silver, steel and wood. What a strange knife.
She couldn’t do it though, she wasn’t a champion. She was weak, scared and confused. Bare feet to the edge of the stone cliff, her white gown fluttering in the wind sending her red hair fluttering. No options. She wasn’t fit for this. So every night she would jump. Fly off the cliff face toward the rushing ocean and stones at the bottom, only to awaken in her bed with a start. Every night she died. She died alone and afraid.
Then she met another Watcher who had some insight to what she was. Through him she finally made contact with THE Slayer. Together the three of them set out with a goal in mind, figure out how to help Morrigan. Discovering that she played an integral part to the Guardians final goal she finally decided to give in. To take up the mantle of her Guardian form known to her as An Dorcha Gabha, or the Dark Blacksmith. Her job was to craft the mystical blade for the slayer to wield. Her road would be full of hardships and pain untold, but it was up to her to do it.
Now, feeling at the edge of the cliff from her dreams, she only has one option. Dive headlong into her destiny. This time though, she would sprout wings and soar.
How many characters do you already have here? Cole Delacroix
Character's full name: Morrigan Eileen Reid
Age: 23
Group Species: Unique
Gender: Female
Alignment: Good/Neutral
Unique/Exotic Features: Red hair and freckles. She has a scar across her throat as though it had been slit at one time. A scar wrapping around her chest that has the appearance of being a Celtic knot type design, spreading horizontally from an injury to her chest where her locket actually entered her chest. That scar looks as though she got shot in the chest and somehow managed to survive. In her Guardian form her hair goes to a very light blond also she has a pair of black feathered angel wings though they’re small and unable to actually let her fly. Mainly just for show.
Please supply a character image if possible:
Model's name: Emma Stone
Personality: Morrigan is an slightly naive young lady. She's very easy to spook and very easy to anger (there is a reason she's named after the goddess of war). She was raised by men so she learned how to fight, spit and drink, like a boy. So don't let her slight stature fool you. Her dad and brothers kept her very secluded. She wasn't allowed to date and hardly had any male friends. She loathes shopping and doesn't long for many material possessions. Food in her belly, roof over her head, warmth, that was all she truly needed. Since all of the changes happening in her life, she’s taken on a slightly new outlook on life. She’s began to appreciate things more. Maybe it was several near and actual, death experiences, but she’d set on really enjoying her life from this point out. The Guardian within her is very serious, and nearing bloodthirsty. A tactician through and through, but would you expect anything less from someone with the essence of war, weapons and blood? It’s a good balance between the two though, The Dark Blacksmith is hardened, not quite compassionate while Morrigan is full of compassion and love for her friends around her. They aren’t just her troops.
Likes: Morrigan likes birds a lot with a special fondness for large black birds and colorful small birds. She likes to eat and drink. Probably her favorite food is a nice rare steak and her favorite drink is either a good aged Scotch or for a more casual drink Guinness Stout. She likes men, despite her total inexperience with them. One of her more feminine things she enjoys are the cheesy romance and teen movies. Motorcycles. Guys on motorcycles... Guys on motorcycles in leather jackets... mmm... what was I talking about again?
Dislikes: Potatoes, weird right? She is from Ireland... She tends to dislike cats because they kill birds. Most of the things she dislikes are small things: Driving a car when you could walk there, people who pretend to be stupid to 'get ahead'. One big thing is her father. She doesn't hate him, she loves him. Although she loves him, she doesn't like some of his choices in raising her. She doesn't like touching people and she doesn't really like people touching her.
Strengths: *Adorable puppy dog eyes that renders people unable to stay mad at her.
*The special touch she has that is both her greatest strength, and her greatest weakness.
Now with her Guardian form
* An advanced knowledge of several fighting styles and tactical military things (always present human or Guardian)
* She floats a few inches off the ground, when she jumps in the float she could probably jump about half a story.
* Angelic form, things that fear angels will initially fear her
* Floating Daggers: In the shape of feathers, obsidian and steel on the feather side, wooden on the quill (stakes) there are 8 of them that she can push forward and return to her.
* Immortality
Weaknesses: *Her innocence.
*Smooth talking handsome guys.
*As stated before, the power channeled through her, is her greatest strength and her weakness.
Now with her Guardian form
* Severe Exhaustion: She can only stay in Guardian form for a short time. The further she pushes it she risks dying.
* Easily identifiable: Because Morrigan was the first Guardian to awaken she endured a set of trials, inflicting scars on her body that none of the other Guardians will have. Thus making her the main target in both normal and Guardian form.
* The Guardian’s hardness risks rubbing off on Morrigan, she may lose herself to the other half one day.
* Relying too heavily on the Guardian form, one day she’s going to take too big of a risk and not be able to get the Guardian to come and help her.
* Though she is immortal she can die in normal human ways, though if left alone she would live forever and not age past 23.
* Slightly acidic blood: It’s colored white, signalling her as being something inhuman. While it tends to repulse most vampires, it gives her a slight burning sensation. Uncomfortable and occasionally distracting, it’s very painful if she gets an injury that makes her bleed.
* In her Guardian form she only speaks Gaelic, though other Guardians can understand her normal people won’t be able to unless they speak the language (Most Watchers would be able to)
* The Morrigan is not a ‘good’ Goddess. Probably leaning more toward evil. Without a careful eye watching her and people that Morrigan herself as a human cares about calling for her, she would very easily turn villainous.
History: Morrigan comes from Ardara, Ireland. Her whole lineage was from Ardara. Her mother died in child birth and Morrigan is the youngest of six children, and the only girl. As a girl she was awkward and not the most attractive child. When she hit around 15 she blossomed in one summer and the boys came knocking. Her father went so far as to pull her out of school and home school her. A decision she always resented. Little did her father know, that she befriended a man. A man from England. Far too old for her and he never attempted anything with her. She was just a kid after all.
Soon the man announced himself as a Watcher to her once she made her power evident on a chance encounter with a werewolf. There was legends of her kind, but none had ever actually been found to exist. They were always very obscure in the texts, thought to have come around from an old curse and the family line originally helped Slayers and the like in killing the monsters in the darkness. The books all called them 'páistí de bán tadhall', Children of the White Touch. He knew that she had to be protected. If the truth was discovered she would certainly be attacked.
The Watcher had no other option but to tell her father the danger his precious baby girl could be in. Shortly after her father found out a man in a black robe broke into their house without anyone knowing and slit his precious daughter's throat. Luckily a quick reaction saved her, but didn't save her one nasty scar.
Fearing for his daughter's life he decided to do his best by her and send her to America. All the way to Sunnydale, in search of two people, neither of which she knew the name of. She knew one was something her father called a 'Slayer' a girl. The other was a vampire who was light of hair. That was all she knew. Her father gave her all the money he had and put her on a plane.
Now she was in Sunnydale, finally, in search of the people she was sent for. It was hard to focus on it though. There were so many shops and boys and music. Colors and buildings and parks! Her hometown was tiny, you could see the whole town in a few minutes, just a blink if you were driving. This was to be her home now, she rented a hotel room and began her search for the 'slayer' or the new vampire.
Morrigan didn't fully understand how dangerous Sunnydale was a night though. She spent good portions of her time running away, ducking into businesses. That was how she found the Bronze. The local hang out for the teens and young adults. She thought maybe she'd run into one of them there. Well she'd have a lot of fun while she waited to see.
She'd been having a hard time trying to make friends. She didn't identify with the girls, and didn't know how to talk to the guys. Her father had really done a number on her socialization skills. So most of the time she got a beer, the darker the better and settled down, either at the bar or at a table. She didn't know what she was looking for, a vampire with light hair and a strong girl seemed like finding a needle in a haystack around here. One night she'd get lucky though. She hoped...
However, things change. Friends are made and lost, lovers come and go. Shortly after getting out on her own again, she was kidnapped. The stress turned her locket into a beacon of light and it literally burrowed into her chest. Quite painful and it hurt all the way up to her awakening. She likened it to the locket trying to open in her chest. Then after one of the few people she’d ever truly came to care for and trust, outside of her family, turned her back on her, the stress was too much. A strange scar cut it’s way into her chest, extending from either side of the scar caused by the locket. That was when she discovered that she didn’t bleed red anymore. She bled ‘white’ it’s sort of a translucent white, like thin milk.
Then the dreams began. Dreams of her whole female ancestry standing in front of her, telling her that she was destined to do great things. Though she would have to survive great pain. Often the memories of the people in her life would inject themselves into her dreams. Always in danger that she was unable to stop. The choir of ghostly women would just murmur in unison, ”Soon my dear, you will be an instrument to save the world.” Morrigan would shake her head though, she was no hero. They needed to find someone else. In one of her dreams she found a knife. It looked like it was made of green glass, silver, steel and wood. What a strange knife.
She couldn’t do it though, she wasn’t a champion. She was weak, scared and confused. Bare feet to the edge of the stone cliff, her white gown fluttering in the wind sending her red hair fluttering. No options. She wasn’t fit for this. So every night she would jump. Fly off the cliff face toward the rushing ocean and stones at the bottom, only to awaken in her bed with a start. Every night she died. She died alone and afraid.
Then she met another Watcher who had some insight to what she was. Through him she finally made contact with THE Slayer. Together the three of them set out with a goal in mind, figure out how to help Morrigan. Discovering that she played an integral part to the Guardians final goal she finally decided to give in. To take up the mantle of her Guardian form known to her as An Dorcha Gabha, or the Dark Blacksmith. Her job was to craft the mystical blade for the slayer to wield. Her road would be full of hardships and pain untold, but it was up to her to do it.
Now, feeling at the edge of the cliff from her dreams, she only has one option. Dive headlong into her destiny. This time though, she would sprout wings and soar.
