Post by Morrigan on Jul 8, 2013 22:12:18 GMT -5
Morrigan
Witch of the Wilds
Witch of the Wilds
Went to the sea but the tide was out
Stood on the shore but the wind was cold
Waited around till no one's about
Thought of my spirit till my head took hold
Stood on the shore but the wind was cold
Waited around till no one's about
Thought of my spirit till my head took hold
Name: Morrigan
Nickname(s): None
Played by: Archer
Age: 31
Date of Birth: November 21
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Practice: Sky Mage x Dark Sorceress
Loyalty: Herself, the Marshes
Status/Occupation: Witch of the Wilds
Abilities:
Dark Affinity
Character Creation Shadow Puppet: Morrigan is able to manipulate shadows into images at will.
50 Posts Shadow Tinker: Morrigan may increase or decrease the amount of shadow within her line of sight, either placing the entire immediate area into shadow or illuminating it completely, as long as at least one object is casting a natural shadow for her to work with.
Weapons and Items:
Staff Morrigan's staff is made from dark Marshwood, tapering to a carved onyx artifact. This artifact allows her to channel magic through the staff if she chooses to, and is also sharp enough to do some serious stabbing damage. The staff is decorated with raven feathers and wrapped with cord at the end and just below the artifact, for grip. It is Morrigan's primary weapon.
Onyx Pendant In order to use her magic when not holding her staff Morrigan also wears an onyx arrow pendant in an ornate silver setting, with a matching silver chain.
Gold, Peacock and White Topaz Necklance Contains the ability to disorient any single living creature for up to ten posts. Morrigan wears the necklace everywhere, along with the onyx pendant.
Looked in my heart but my heart was empty
Looked to the ground but the road was long
And now I've found my new salvation
Looked to the ground but the road was long
And now I've found my new salvation
Appearance
Features Morrigan has an elegant, slim face with feminine features and full, dark lips. Her eyes are large and she has a slim, straight nose. She has a naturally serious, reserved expression.
Complexion Fair to the point of being pale. Morrigan has lived the majority of her life in the Marshes where the sun rarely penetrates the gloomy fog.
Eyes Blue-grey, indicative of her Sky Mage heritage. Large and fringed with dark lashes, however they are often unreadable and show little hint of emotion.
Hair Morrigan keeps her black hair relatively short, with a fringe that is swept to one side and often a spiked pixie-style cut. If it is allowed to grow longer she typically keeps it tied back.
Body Five foot six and very slim, with a narrow waist and hips and long, slender limbs. Morrigan does not look remotely powerful in body-type - in fact she appears physically delicate, though not to the same extent as most Fae.
Attire Typically Morrigan wears revealing, quiet, but practical clothing for her environment. A loose dark red top that can double as a hood when required is worn over a light brassiere that preserves (some) modesty. The top has a long sleeve on one arm and she wears a leather cuff on the upper part of the other arm. One shoulder is adorned with deep black raven feathers and raven feathers also decorate her black shorts. She wears leather strapping on her upper thighs and worn black tights that finish just above the knee, along with simple leather shoes which do not impede her ability to move quietly. In addition to her artifact pendant Morrigan often wears a heavy gold choker set with a pale blue topaz.
Dark eyes become divine
I need the love I crave
Your hands, they burn like mine
I'll take you to my grave
I need the love I crave
Your hands, they burn like mine
I'll take you to my grave
Personality
Practical Morrigan's world is primarily one of harsh reality. The Marshes are a challenging place to survive in so she deals with practical affairs first and foremost. She despises sentimentality and nostalgia and fails to see the point of romance. Morrigan is highly capable, focused, tenacious and has a good general knowledge of basic herbalism, healing, hunting, carpentry, carving, weaving and cooking - the full range of skills which allow her to survive alone and without help. She believes everyone should be able to do the same and is openly contemptuous of the lives of most Humans within the City walls.
Aloof Morrigan is fully capable of keeping herself alive and is an unapologetic loner. Introverted and reserved, she is perfectly happy in her own company. While she can and does interact with others perfectly well she also needs time away to recuperate, and is often judged as aloof and unfriendly by people who have recently met her.
Sarcastic When she does interact with others Morrigan is witty, sarcastic and sassy. With her clever, quick mind and intolerance for incompetence in any form she can be snarky, although she has a good (if rather dark) sense of humour too.
Ambitious There's no putting it mildly - Morrigan is power-hungry. Her focus on practical matters is matched only on her determination to continue developing her skills, both magical and physical. She has no interest in politics or leadership but obsessively hoards power for her own personal satisfaction, with no plans to put any talents she acquires to use outside her own interests.
Brave Morrigan is unfazed by danger, threats or darkness. There is very little she fears and she is unflappably focused and level-headed in a crisis. She's difficult to startle and reacts to dangerous situations mostly with detached, introspective calm - although she has a mild sadistic streak that occasionally shows itself in the form of glee when she is confronted with something she can kill.
I've been waiting for the dark to come
My temptation and salvation
I've been waiting for the tide to turn
My temptation and salvation
I've been waiting for the tide to turn
History
Morrigan was born in the Marshes of Litharia to a Dark Sorceress called Flemeth. Her father was a travelling Sky Mage though Morrigan never met him and doesn't know whether he is alive or not. Flemeth was a cold mother, bitter and cynical about the world, however she did teach her daughter everything she knew about surviving in the Marshes and started the young halfbreed on the path to developing her magic. Flemeth passed away from age and illness a few years ago, leaving Morrigan to take over her title as Witch of the Wilds.
The Witch of the Wilds is a well-known and extremely feared Litharian legend. Details in the folklore are sketchy but she is supposed to be a powerful, frightening Witch who holds dominion over the wild regions of Litharia, in particular the Westward Marshes. The Witch of the Wilds is variously supposed to be cannibalistic, a demon worshipper or summoner, practicer of ritual sacrifice or able to change her shape into that of a monstrous deadly spider and is among the many legends detailing why the Marshes are one of the most dangerous regions in Litharia. In reality, the Witch of the Wilds is a title passed down the female line, not always to a blood relative but rather often to an apprentice or kidnapped successor and always to a human, denoting a Witch whose territory extends over a large part of the swampland. This overlaps with the territory of the Reptilian Shaman family though does not include their home island, and does not extend as far as the main entrance to the Daemon Tunnels.
The legends are, of course, exaggerations, however there is a grain of truth in every story. Morrigan is an opportunistic cannibal, and will hunt and eat humanoids when she needs to though she has no particular preference for them over animals. She also collects humanoid blood, hair, bone and organs for potions. She has no reason to perform ritual sacrifices (and she never does anything without a good reason) however her magic revolves around shadows, and this may connect to the stories of demon worship. Morrigan is highly territorial, patrolling 'her' Marshes widely and regularly, and although she tolerates travellers (assuming she isn't hungry) she jealously guards the half-acre campsite that is her true home within the swamp.
Morrigan has travelled to other parts of Litharia although she is not overly familiar with any place other than the Marshes. She mostly keeps her own company, along with the company of several wild ravens that have made their homes near her own, although she will make occasional pilgrimages to the cities to trade potions for goods difficult to obtain in the swamps.
Morrigan's permanent camp in the swamps
Roleplay Sample
It was late evening although most people would have struggled to pick that through the omnipresent grey fog that hung like a shroud over the swamp. Dark grey trees, pale grey mist, murky grey water and iron grey mud - the only colour, at least in this part of the Marshes, was the well-stoked fire flickering gold and red in front of a large animal-skin tent. Inside, the tent was lined with furs and the floor was kept dry with interlocking young willow branches, creating a comfortable home just large enough for one or two people to stand up straight and move around in. Just outside, though, the gloom descended quickly - pressing inexorably toward the warm halo of the fire, waiting patiently for the flames to gutter and die.
Morrigan fed more wood to the hungry flames, taking it from a pile stacked neatly inside the tent and gathered more than a year ago. Marsh wood needed that long to dry, at least, before it could be burnt but now the fire consumed it merrily and threw out much needed warmth and light in return. The Witch of the Wilds sat cross-legged just inside her tent, a long human femur in her hand. The other hand held and knife and with this she carved slowly, turning the bone into a useful implement - a hunting knife, in this case, to replace the one she'd chipped last week.
It was a lonely scene and yet the woman, who looked to be in her mid-to-late twenties, seemed undeniably content. A small pot of something hung over the fire on a spit - dinner, or some other concoction, is was impossible to tell. She was obviously following some long-held routine and she seemed to enjoy that routine, they way it gave her solitary life structure and direction. Night would fall soon and she would stoke the fire, which she never let fully burn out, and crawl into the tent to sleep. Above three silent black ravens stood sentinel in a tree, companions to the woman and yet unnamed and only occasionally noticed by her. It was a strange home, yes, but for the Witch of the Wilds home it was.