In Character
Name: Morgan
Age: Who can say? She certainly isn't.
Gender/Preference: Female / No preference; she's got awful people skills anyway.
Title: n/a
Student/Scholar/Graduate: Attended the minimum amount of schooling at Salem.
Residence: New Meridian, specifically Silk Road.
Familiar: None of her own, but bonds well with the street cats.
Magical abilities: Weaver, illusionist
Appearance: Sickly and thin-- just like my dead PB xD
Personality: Morgan has been a weaver for as long as she can remember. She is jealous of those who can dream, and casts nightmares when she's in a bad mood. She's not particularly people-skilled, and mistrustful of others. Despite knowing that she will only get hurt, she longs for human companionship.
Strengths: Casts powerfully convincing illusions, though keeping them up is exhausting.
Weaknesses: Can be viciously jealous and vindictive.
Quirks: Morgan casts illusions on Silk Road, for workers in the red-light district and their clients alike. For a price, you can spend your time with whoever, wherever... or so it would seem.
Secrets: Will insert herself into other people's dreams-- just so every now and then, she'll attract more than a blank stare.
Biography: Morgan was born to one of the many prostitutes on Silk Road, and she never knew who her father was. Rumor among the ladies of the night is that the man in question is among Aylasia's aristocracy-- not something one of the New Meridian elite would like to have made public. She grew up in Silk Road with her extended 'family' of prostitutes, beggars and runaways, and spent her childhood thieving and playing with the other children. She became more isolated and shy with age, and though she would fall in love many times she would never approach others and would watch from afar as they fell for others... moved away... moved on... because magic or not, Morgan knows that things never change.
Mod Things
PB: Ana Carolina Reston
Role play sample:
Name: Morgan
Age: Who can say? She certainly isn't.
Gender/Preference: Female / No preference; she's got awful people skills anyway.
Title: n/a
Student/Scholar/Graduate: Attended the minimum amount of schooling at Salem.
Residence: New Meridian, specifically Silk Road.
Familiar: None of her own, but bonds well with the street cats.
Magical abilities: Weaver, illusionist
Appearance: Sickly and thin-- just like my dead PB xD
Personality: Morgan has been a weaver for as long as she can remember. She is jealous of those who can dream, and casts nightmares when she's in a bad mood. She's not particularly people-skilled, and mistrustful of others. Despite knowing that she will only get hurt, she longs for human companionship.
Strengths: Casts powerfully convincing illusions, though keeping them up is exhausting.
Weaknesses: Can be viciously jealous and vindictive.
Quirks: Morgan casts illusions on Silk Road, for workers in the red-light district and their clients alike. For a price, you can spend your time with whoever, wherever... or so it would seem.
Secrets: Will insert herself into other people's dreams-- just so every now and then, she'll attract more than a blank stare.
Biography: Morgan was born to one of the many prostitutes on Silk Road, and she never knew who her father was. Rumor among the ladies of the night is that the man in question is among Aylasia's aristocracy-- not something one of the New Meridian elite would like to have made public. She grew up in Silk Road with her extended 'family' of prostitutes, beggars and runaways, and spent her childhood thieving and playing with the other children. She became more isolated and shy with age, and though she would fall in love many times she would never approach others and would watch from afar as they fell for others... moved away... moved on... because magic or not, Morgan knows that things never change.
Mod Things
PB: Ana Carolina Reston
Role play sample:
Morgan waved her hands over a mirror, weaving a small, smoky orb in the air before her. Somebody new had approached her in Silk Road today; a stranger. Nobody else had seen this woman before, but she knew what she was looking for, and where to find it. She sought a weaver-- and that attracted enough attention in itself. Weavers were not traders.
Small wisps of light floated around the orb, slowly taking shape as a dream. The stranger, her face obscured behind a thick veil sat behind her. Morgan was keenly aware of her eyes burning holes into her back. What they were doing was not so much illegal (yet) as it was unconscionable. Morgan had been offered a decent amount of coin to weave a nightmare for this woman's lover, a fortuna mage; to prevent his upcoming bond to another.
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