Post by morgaineshawn on Oct 1, 2011 1:13:23 GMT -5
Morgaine Rose Shawn
Harsh, Fierce, Beautiful
Harsh, Fierce, Beautiful
BACK TO BASICS ' '
Full Name:Morgaine Rose Shawn
Significance of Name: The first name Morgaine is one of the many names that comes from Morgan and in this case is also derived from the name Morrigan. As well, Shawn is a typical Irish name. Rose represents her beauty.
Nickname(s): Mo.
Age: 17
Gender: female
Orientation: bi-sexual
Grade: Senior
Celeb you're using: Katy Mcgrath
Deity: Morrigan - culture Celtic
Title of your deity: War Goddess
STRIKE A POSE ' '
Physical Appearance:
Morgaine has been described as a complete beauty to behold. Her long black hair is typically grown in a lengthy style that she likes to drape over her shoulders. It falls in soft waves and frames her pale face and high forehead. The contrast from her eyes and her hair make the blues of her irises shine like deep pools. Though it is typically marred by a firm lipped face that would never be seen cracking a smile.
Her frame is typically held by her strong stance and the confident way she carries herself. She doesn't like to play upon her looks because they are not what is most important to her. She does were some makeup, but never a lot. She prefers not to have comments about her beauty, and can become angered when others judge her on her looks.
LET'S GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER ' '
Personality Description:
With a fiery temper that could tame a tempest, Morgaine is someone you wouldn't want to meet when she is in one of her moods. She easily flies off the handle, which can closely topple any nearby buildings if provoked. When she is in a good mood, she will give you a warning before nearly destroying half of the city. When she is not getting angrier then a hurricane, she typically is uncaring.
She is a very hard person to break and is strong willed with what she wants. She would just as sooner kill to get to what she needs, and that is why many prefer to stay out of her way. You can almost never see her smile, unless it is a sneer or mocking smile. She may be aggressive, but she can have her sides that seem almost relaxed and uncaring. She typically can be compared to the horoscope sign Taurus, just because she can be calm and serine until you tick her off.
Likes:
- Getting angry
- Getting down to business
- Proving how strong she can be
- Gripping the seriousness of the situation
- Being ferociously unmerciful
Dislikes:
- Jokers, tricksters, etc
- Being challenged
- Having to show mercy
- Having things solved with peace not violence
- Anti-feminists
Strength:
- Independent
- Gets stuff done
- Physically stronger then she looks
- Unwavering from any task
- Confident
Weaknesses:
- Temper
- Shaking off bad moods
- Having no mercy for anyone
- Overly strong with her opinions to the point of physically hurting someone if she thinks that they are wrong.
- Pushy
Fears: Being forced to stay away from others because of her temper and being locked away from humanity because of the harm that she might do.
Goal: She hopes to just make it through life. She has no plan, but to try and become the strongest she can and smiting anyone in her way.
Power/Ability: Multiplication; In many myths it is said that Morrigan and her three sisters were a fierce group of warriors that fought and could destroy anything that got in their way. It was actually rumored that it was Morrigan herself that could split into three different people. Morgaine seems to have acquired this power and can only multiple herself into three others before her energy starts to drain.
WELCOME TO MY LIFE ' '
Place of Origin:Dublin, Ireland her whole life
History:
Morgaine never knew who her parents where. She grew up in an orphanage since she was very small. Their were a lot of rumors to who her parents could be, because once a year there would be an envelope addressed to her with large amounts of money and a letter that said the same thing every year:
'Don't spend it all in one place.'
She never was a really happy child when she was young, always jumping from one foster home to another. No one ever wanted to adopt her for her fiery temper and lack of patience with other children and even other adults. She became feared at the orphanage and soon ignored by everyone for fear that they would be harmed if they even tried to associate themselves with her. This did nothing, but make her childhood bitter.
When her teenage years rolled around, not much changed. She was still avoided, but now she was fighting back with what she could. When someone wouldn't respond to her question she would break there nose just to get some kind of a response from them. She had been suspended and expelled from more schools then she could count before the orphanage couldn't take her anymore, sending her to a private catholic school for girls, hoping that becoming a nun would calm her out.
Three weeks into her stay there she lite a fire in the Abbey and left the headmistress in some sort of coma that she had never been able to come out of. She fled Dublin that night trying to find a safe haven and a place to hide. She had heard about the Pantheon Academy and fled there to try and briefly escape any troubles she might still have in Dublin.
Morgaine had always had strange dreams about war, famine, and the tears of many fallen warriors and their families, but had brushed them away. She had hoped for so long that she had been going crazy, but when she started to attend Pantheon Academy it all started to make sense. She had been seeing things that had been, the realization shocked her so bad that she ran away from the campus for a couple of months to try and sort things out, but she came back and has been trying to straighten out the prospects of being a deity of war.
CONNECTION TO THE MYTH ' '
-Her temper
-She shows no mercy
-She has a pet crow, which happens to be Morrigan's bird of choice
-She loves violence
-She basically has the exact same personality of blood lust and violence
ROLEPLAYING SAMPLE ' '
Ambrose strolled down the sidewalk of central park, his eyes glazed over looking forward into another world. He pulled his black jacket up to his neck, looking like anyone else just strolling through central park. He wore a black suit and a fitted business jacket, blending in perfectly. He could see his breath as he casually strutted through the park. No one would have known that he was hunting, it was meant to be an inconspicuous hunt, just the kind he could dress up for. His black hair was turning white from the snow flakes and he smiled a little from the side of his mouth.
The park was teeming was Demigods, they sat on park benches disguised as homeless people, dressed as business people, hiding in the open. They were clueless and that was just how Ambrose liked them. He wasn’t going to blow the emergency whistle yet, he enjoyed taking on the clever trick of having them just disappear one at a time. He could see who was going to be the biggest problems based on how they showed how much faith they had in there parents to save them. The plan was to take out the problem children first, or keep them as pets. He wasn’t too sure about that plan, but he had wanted a challenge for a while.
He didn’t think twice as a son of Zeus stepped out from behind a tree. The boy had to be maybe eighteen or so and he stood out more then the rest. Things couldn’t stay undercover when we had people standing out now could we. He walked over to the boy and tapped him on the shoulder. The boy jumped about two feet and looked ready to attack, but stopped and hesitated. In war you don’t hesitate, the son of Zeus should have known that.
“I know why you're here,” He kept an urgent tone and face on.
“You...do?” The boy looked around and then back at Ambrose.
“The new safety barrier is up. This way follow me.” He lead the boy towards the heavily wooded area.
The poor sap was all to eager to follow Ambrose and didn’t ask questions. He obviously got the smarts from daddy dearest. As they got farther and farther into the woods he could see the boy’s confidence in Ambrose increase with every step. He was soon standing right next to him, smiling almost as if his safety was right in front of him.
“Are we almost there?” He asked once there was no one else around.
“Yup, we are here.” He then uncapped his pin and slashed the boy down where he stood.
The boy gasped and tried to call out his father’s name, but Ambrose grabbed him by the throat and lifted his other pointer finger up to his lips. The boy’s eyes rolled and he tried to in hail deeply. The fact that he was still alive meant that he was a lot stronger then Ambrose thought. To bad the dumb never survive. He leaned over and whispered into the boy’s ear calmly like he did with all of his other kills, it made the genocide seem more personal and affective.
“Tell Hades to tell Zeus that this is just the beginning. It’s time we had a family reunion.”
With that the boy disappeared, beginning his journey to the underworld.
Another one down, just another number in the rising death toll. The quota was going to be much higher this week anyway so it was just a step closer to being done. Another step closer to the dusk of the Gods. It wasn't until Ambrose stepped back out onto the streets that he heard the thunder. He looked up at the sky darkening, another one of Zeus' kids was calling Daddy for help, but there was also another one in the cafe across the street, one of Poseidon's love children. He crossed the street and entered the cafe just to wait out the storm if it didn't topple the city he could always wait it out, plus it would be easier to kill two birds with one stone. Kill his need for a good cup of Joe and to kill a Demigod.
BEHIND THE SCENE ' '
Your name: EIA
Age: 18
How long have you been RPing? For-ever
Where/How did you find us? Google
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