I've been through more Abyss than you'll ever know, but that's what gives me an edge. You can't touch a woman who can wear pain like the grandest of diamonds around her neck.
Social Rank: 7
Concept: Rowdy Ruffian
Vocation: House Servant
Hair Color: copper red
Eye Color: blue-green
Skintone: fair-skinned and freckled
Description: Fire; if there ever was a word needed to describe this woman - that would be it. From the unruly mop of conflagrant ringlets to her less than tame disposition, Morrighan embraces and exudes an air of uncultured, wild ferocity. She possesses what most might consider pleasing visual aesthetics with long coppery red curls streaked with vibrant highlights of yellow-gold. Those wild, voluminous tresses are set against a fair, porcelain-like complexion that's kissed with a scattering of freckles. Often set with an impish cast, her kohl rimmed eyes are reminiscent of the sea, with dark limbal rings surrounding irises of blue-green. There's an acerbic spark to her gaze that's crowned by darkened expressive brows, but the severity is lessened by the sensuous curve of her small mouth with full, pillowed lips.
Morrighan has a roguish quality, with the cautious sway of her movements and the smug-like smirk regularly found upon her face. She's thin-bodied with a svelte physique, wasp-waisted and exhibits ample curves in the right places. Her form alone is indicative of some muscular definition, subtle and not overly pronounced, enough to give evidence she's not a delicate piece of lace. Her limbs are slender and toned, having less of a build of a dancer, and more of one that needs to be quick on their feet. Despite her untamed appearance, Morrighan is ever sharp and watchful, observant of her surroundings and those nearby at all times. She speaks with a heavy burr, typical of the accent found in the north, and her manner of speech is just as rough and unrefined as the rest of her.
(Fiery red curls are neatly swept back away from her face, styled into an intricate Northern plait, leaving only but a few to frame her face.)
Personality: Fiery, rough around the edges, a little uncultured and uncivilized - that's Morrighan. She has impish tendencies and a love of strong liquor; by no means does she have any ladylike qualities. Sometimes she can be brash and abrasive, saying what's on her mind and often has a no-nonsense attitude. Typically sharp and quick witted, the young woman has a mouth that can at times even make a pirate blush. She usually keeps her temper in line when necessary, most of the time it's reeled in by Redrain nobility...with some measured difficulty. Morrighan will bite her tongue and play nice when she feels her actions might reflect poorly on the noble family that saved her. She's fiercely loyal to Redrain - no task is too much, and she'll readily admit that she's very protective of Prince Sherrod's family. She's not ashamed of who and what she is, and if there's a derogatory remark about her being a Prodigal? Morrighan will just give a smug looking smirk.
Background: Born to one of war-like tribes of the Abandoned, the typical convention of brutality and savagery was a poignant reality to Morrighan. Through the ongoing blood feuds between various clans, her parents were lost shortly after her birth, leaving her rearing to the tribe as a whole. She didn't experience a typical childhood for most, existing alone was sheer survival. The more knowledged and skilled members of the group taught her what they could, starting her crude, rudimentary education at a young age. She learned with the volatile state and the constant raids it was kill or be killed, fight or fall, to never give up in the face of adversity and to stand one's ground. For the most part, this served her well, for many a year, in fact - until the pirates came.
With the ongoing fighting, chaos flourished, giving the corsairs an opportunity they couldn't ignore. They raided the settlement, pillaging and taking anything of value they could, cutting down anyone who got in their way. Still just a sprite of a child on the cusp of her pre-teen years, Morrighan fought to the best of her ability, though ended up in enemy hands. The scoundrels found her fiery, combative temperament amusing, furthering their resolve to drag her along back to the ship, where she was put to work as a scullery maid. Needless to say, being the hellion she is, a lot of plates were broken, and food may or may not have been tampered with. Time passed and was largely unmeasured, how long exactly she was aboard the vessel is unknown. Eventually, with a misguided sense of assuredness and egotism, the pirates moved to raid a ship in Redrain's coastal waters.
It all went awry, ending as what one would describe as a failure of epic proportions. For their crimes of piracy, the crew was hanged; Morrighan was spared. Prince Sherrod of House Redrain took mercy on the young Abandoned, offering to take her in as a ward. With her life spared, she gave an oath of fealty to the noble house that saved her and swore to serve in whatever capacity that was required. The transition was a bit of a shock, a far cry from her life in the tribe and her time aboard the corsair vessel - but she found it terribly intriguing. Despite her place as a servant, Morrighan remained mostly uncultured and somewhat uncivilized, but she learned enough of social etiquette to know when to keep her mouth shut, lest her behavior reflect poorly upon the man that took her in. It was a new world, a foreign environment, and she had to learn a new set of skills in order to survive.
|Alarissa||Of the Abandoned turned Prodigal that she has met, Morrighan is by far, one of the nicer ones that she has come across and less offensive. Helps that the woman has a deft touch with fabric and soft spoken. Perhaps time for a new seamstress.|
|Alis||House Redrain could not ask for a more spirited and ferocious defender of their family and honor. I have a great deal of admiration for her, and the courage that radiates from her.|
|Asher||Stoic, bodyguard-esque. Pretty much what was expected. Except the accent.|
|Branwen||Passionate. And, appears to be knowledgable of the evils that have happened of late. Someone to speak with later.|
|Calista||Though it has been a year and a day (or more) since first meeting the newly appointed Dame, Morrighan has always been very kind and courteous. There's fire in her but she's never been disrespectful. The young woman is a master of her craft, has an attention for detail and is a true artist. Plus, she likes roses!|
|Caspian||She seemed like an interesting, down to earth woman with a good sense of humor.|
|Cirroch||A down to earth knight with an easy disposition and a love of fire.|
|Fortunato||What a delightful knight. You can tell the ones that feel Lagoma in their sweet, hungry hearts and she's one of them. Feels deeply, thinks deeply, desires and acts. Who can ask for more? Has her hauntedness and her obsessions, I'll see what I can do to help her walk where she needs and walks to walk. Optimistic despite it all, at least in comparison to me. We'll have to talk more.|
|Katarina||Knight of Redrain with the fiery mane and inner spirit to match - or so how Katarina has come to think of Morrighan in their brief, but meaningful encounters together. She's come to hold a healthy respect for this woman, given that she signed up for a mission and came aboard a ship without second thought or voicing doubts. Bravery, beauty, and a fine taste for spirits.|
|Maeve||She is so funny! I love how she can give Kieran and Fergus a hard time in such hillarious ways.|
|Petal||She is a new knight! I remember her from the siege battle and she fought very bravely. Her clothing is amazing too.|
|Rook||Dame Morrighan, a seamstress but also now a knight. Rook has agreed to teach her how to polish her linguistic talents, which sometimes just starts with elecution lessons. It might take a while, but Rook is a gifted tutor.|
|Sivard||I've only known her during our venture with the Seacaller, she will be one to keep an eye and a blade at the ready when around.|
|Tarik||She has no fear. I do not know many people who would stick food up a Prince's, let alone the Minister of Defense's nostril. Fergus towers over her too. Either she is really loves a good prank, or is really good friends with the Prince that she is not worried about the outcome of her actions. It still was a joy to see her being chase by Fergus.|
|Valery||Val and Morrighan don't talk so much, for two people working for the same House. She find her nice, though, even if most of the time she's just drinking.|