Post by twitch on Jan 7, 2011 1:14:54 GMT -5
Morrigan Jacquelyn Twitchell
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MYNAMEIS: Morrigan J. Twitchell
IAM: 15
BORNON: May/29/1996
SPECIES: demigod========================================
PLAYEDBY: Shea Prueger
HEIGHT: 5’2
WEIGHT:120 LB
APPEARANCE:
Pale is an understatement for Morrigan. She hates the sun, and stays in as much as humanly possible. ‘Paper white’ is a better description. She has super short black hair that doesn’t gleam or glimmer. It always remains its dull slightly unhealthy shade of black. Morrigan has dark blue eyes that, in a way, are like a snake’s. They never show any other emotion than pure boredom.========================================
STRENGTHS:
~She’s immune to your petty little insults.
~Good aim when it comes to throwing things at people’s faces.
~Determined.
~Skilled in the art of “GET OUT OF MY FACE PUNK OR YOU WILL DIE!”
~Insulting, sarcastic, morbid, and mean…in a good way, of course!
WEAKNESSES:
~Violent and cruel.
~Friends aren’t important to her.
~Caffeine addiction.
~Manipulative.
~Absolutely no empathy for anything or anyone.
TALENTS:
~Morrigan can sing, as long as it’s punk.
~She draws, but she’s not good.
~’Borrowing cars’ is her favorite hobby, especially sports cars.========================================
BORNIN: Boneyard, Arizona
LIVING IN: Manhattan, New York
FAMILY:
Pthonos, God of Malice, Jealousy, Envy, and Ill-Will -- father
Georgia Twitchell – mother
Audrey Richard – step-mother
HISTORY:
Morrigan’s mother was a hardcore drunk who couldn’t stay sober for ten minutes and went through men like a child with candy. At age twenty, she met Morrigan’s father Pthonos and the two fell in love instantly. Georgia grew tired of his constant absences though, and after Morrigan was born Georgia became deep in an affair. When Pthonos returned from his trip to Olympus, he could smell the other man’s perfume instantly. That night, Georgia’s body was found. She had been strangled.
Morrigan fell into the adoption system, and was adopted instantly. Who couldn’t love a small infant with a tragic past? The façade didn’t last long, when Morrigan was seven she set fire to her step-parent’s house after an argument that resulted in Morrigan losing her TV privileges for a week. Luckily, no one died. After that, Morrigan was sent to Sunny Shores – a mental health hospital. She remained there for a month and was suddenly declared fine. Once again the child was sent into the adoption system.
Following that turn of event, Morrigan spent two years without being adopted. She stared most of the potential families, being considered a “Nut” by those who knew her. Finally she was adopted by Audrey, a nice lady who lost her husband in a fire. Morrigan wasn’t very happy, but she was patient and waited. When she was fourteen Morrigan met a satyr who took her to Camp Halfblood. She waited a year before being claimed.========================================
ALIAS: Captain
HOWYOUFOUNDUS: Proboards
OTHERCHARACTERS: Nada.
RP SAMPLE:It was a bad April day that made for a horrid April night. It was warm, not hot, but there was a certain chill in the air. The animals around the small Detroit house had disappeared as if they knew something terrible was about to happen. They were right, but unfortunately no one else seemed to sense this. The only two who would sense this were in their beds, and because the couple had chosen to live in the country it was very likely they would not survive their unavoidable downfall. Nobody noticed the small child who stalked around the house with a box of gasoline and matches.
Morrigan believed this was the couple’s own fault. Images of her ‘step-mother’ screaming at her burned in her head. They treated her like a vile mess, like they owned her! Ha! They were delusional, and no one talked to Morrigan that way. She would make sure they suffered. Quickly, the seven year old poured gasoline onto the side of house. It wasn’t enough to make the fire inescapable, just enough to create a fire that would teach them a lesson. She wasn’t quite ready to kill them yet, the semblance of a conscience that remained with her would prevent that.
Morrigan lit a match, but before she threw it a pang of guilt hit her. Could she do this? Morrigan almost turned away – almost. No, no one would ever speak to her like that. She threw the match at the house, knowing it wouldn’t do anything but burn that wall…probably. She watched the house go up in flames.
