In a local downtown cafe is where
you'll usually find her at the present. Always there mysteriously, sitting
quietly carrying a book bound with stitches and raven's wings. Her quill
dipping in ink and commemorating her emotions and her past with the phrases
she constantly weaves. Lurking forever in the shadows of your very soul
she can whisper to you with lips never moving. Compel you with a glance
she'll never make. She lives off her instincts doing whatever need be for
her survival.
Her beauty is rare and nothing less than exotic although she finds herself a lowly and fowl creature not fit to give or receive love. Her skin is fair and smoother than the finest marble, long silk chestnut locks fall pass her shoulders and about her face framing it harmoniously with her features. Her eyes, which are a blue-green with just a touch of grey, have an animalist quality to them, they are accented with a brown starburst which orates from around her pupil. One cannot help but gaze deeply into them, as they sparkle in the dimmest light. Her figure is nothing less than Greek, slender, yet extremely tone, it is hard to believe that Michelangelo himself did not carve her as one of his masterpieces. She wears an old key on a black choker around her neck and prefers the fabrics of satin, velvet, and silk which makes up most of her garb. When she smiles her ivory teeth standout against her dark crimson lips, if you look close you can see her fangs. She's as delicate as a rose, and sweeter that Italian wine. Quick with sharp wit and always confident, her wisdom far surpass her age, which is quiet older then her looks will relay. Do not let her appearance fool you, her skills in combat and fighting surpass those of even the greatest warriors. Her strength that of 10 mortal men and her knowledge in magic and gift of animal communication make her a deadly adversary, she never goes anywhere with out her most prized possession; a pure silver dagger with a tigereye encrusted handle. It would be wise to greet her with a bow and the kindest of words.
Her past is dark, born in secret and of noble blood. Morgana's mother,
Gwenivere, was a vampyress who became queen when both the king and queen
of the time were killed in a horrible vampyre slaying. Gwenivere went on
to rule and through out her time soon fell in love with a mortal man. Strictly
forbidden by the council to marry what was not a "pure blood"
in secret shared a love for years with this mortal. After sometime with
her secret relationship the horror came, finding out that she was pregnant.
She fled to her lover in winters night to weep. Frightened that if she had
the child the council would find it and put it to death because it's blood
was tainted, she was a loss for what to do. On the day of Morgana's birth
her mother left her with a midwife who lived just off the castle grounds.
Seven years went by of visiting her child in secret while her lover worked
himself to the very bones trying to support them. In dismay their secret
was found out. Morgana's Uncle had been spying and reading her mother's
diary, he spent years looking for this "half-breed" or "mud-blood"
child. This would be his reason to take the thrown, he went before the council
and explained the scandal. The council, fearful that if the secret got out
a riot would start among the race or ultimately bring shame to the family
name, told her Uncle to kill the child and the father and never speak another
word of it. When he read in Gwenivere's diary that on All Hallows Eve the
family would be together at last, he could not give up his chance and showed
up at the secretive meeting. He slaughtered her father with no mercy and
crazed with the idea of his new power murdered her crying mother before
her. After witnessing her parents brutal death which had happened right
in front of her, she, by some act of God, managed to flee and escape her
evil Uncle's rampage and into the woods. Her Uncle, figuring she would never
survive and be consumed by wild animals or by the rising sun, thought nothing
more of her and dismissed her existence all together.
Morgana ran until she was so tired and out of breath she could no longer
hold herself up. Only seven years old, cold, and frightened she lay on the
frost covered ground of night woods and and cried, she was literally waiting
for a miracle. She awoke in a soft bed next to a glorious grey, white and
silver wolf. An old man sit in a rocking chair across the room tending the
the fireplace waiting for her to wake. She found that she had been taken
in by an old man. His name was Martillus, no bigger than four and a half
feet tall and with long silver hair and a beard which reached the floor,
he loved her as his own. Always with a warm smile and embrace he taught
Morgana everything she knows. He graced her with morals, the ways of magic
and found out her capabilities. Because she was born of a mortal and immortal
she was quite special among the vampyre breed. She had more control over
the "hunger" which made her thirst for human blood, she had greater
strength, and agility and most "pure bloods", and could walk during
daylight hours with no affects (which for the time was very rare). Most
importantly she carried the gift of what was known as "beast speech"
She can communicate with any animal as though they were another person.
Done so telepathically, Martillus fine tuned her gift and helped her used
it.
When Martillus finally told Morgana about her past she was filled with
rage and a thirst for revenge. She found that ever since her uncle's taking
over in power her people had suffered severely. Cursed with constant war
and famine her breed was dying out. Finding out that her was true heir the
the thrown she could not help, but feel responsible for the dark age unto
which her people sat.
She finally outlived her mentor and only "father figure" she
had ever really known and loved and decided that she would seek justice
for her people and her parents. Through the centuries she has fought for
her name, still searching for the evil which breeds evil, her uncle, which
still to this day is a tyrant to her kingdom.
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