Post by Twi on Apr 27, 2015 18:11:10 GMT -5
NICKNAME(S): Morg, Morgy.
PRONUNCIATION: More-gan-a.
POSITION: Dominor.
AGE: III Years.
GENDER: Female.
BREED: Timber wolf.
HEIGHT: 30 inch.
Strong, elegant, beautiful, graceful and deadly. All five of these single and simple words describe the she-wolf perfectly. Washed in a mix of three separate colors; black, grey and lastly white. The ash black proves to be what dominates her form from head to tail; curling and twisting it's way down her thick shoulders and down strong set legs. Built for strength and speed that is shared with a endurance; always having been on to push her self to her limits and then some. Never giving up; working on bettering her self compared to the ones that had been around her as a pup up until her second year of life. The grey that adorns her pelt mixes and waxes with the black coloring of her fur, giving it an ashy look. It proves to dominate the edges of the fur along her snout and belly before fading away into a snowy white coloring of which covers her belly and muzzle. A particle face mask covers her snout; the top part of the muzzle down to the nose just about half way is covered in this ashy-black like coloring while the rest retrains it's white taint fading back into the ashy coloring.
Disturbing the shy-black around her face is quite simply white bands around each frosty blue eye, giving her a sort of mask. One that has been passed down through the generations of her family the families aline; along with the blue to golden color coloration. With that a elegant body has been known to follow both the female and males within her bloodline; the males however also have been known to be quite brutes in their time. Morgana happens to fall just between both; a rare thing in her family yet even with her medium build she had inherited the more built side of the family rather then the slender one of which her mother shared with her sibling. Her pelt proves to be slightly on the long side but not too much so; sharing her fathers longish coat unlike the rest of her siblings which had been blessed or cursed with lighter to heavier coats. As for the rest of Morgana, there isn't much to tell; save perhaps her stride long and powerful yet carefully placed with a certain fluency she carries about her self. A almost dominating and dangerous air surrounds her but it is not unexpected with her chaotic-like personality; one moment from joking or flirting the next to attacking or accusing the other of doing something wrong or just for the hell of it.
She is a monster. A killer, who will put a price on your life and take it. She kills for the thrill. An assassin, that does what you want when you want, for the right price. And the amount of deaths is just a number, now—insignificant, cheap, a number that grows and changes daily. But, she feels as if to make up for the innocence people she kills, she must also kill criminals. She is a hunter of rapists, murderers, thieves; all of them must die, if she is to ever find redemption for the ones who don’t deserve it.
Morgäna is passionate in everything she does—in her life, and in her work. She is too passionate to feel numb after killing, she is too passionate to feel numb at all; the thrill of the hunt, and the kill are overwhelming; for her to act indifferent would make her dead inside. Callousness is not something she is capable of, even in the face of cruelty. She feels contrite, she feels happiness, she feels what everyone else feels. However, she is capable of pretenses. She is a liar, a master manipulator, capable of twisting people to get what she needs or wants. And although she cares, truly cares for others, she is ultimately a survivalist. She does what its necessary to keep herself alive and well.
She is unpredictable in her behavior, erratic in her moods. She can be friendly and open, and in an instant become defensive and snappish or exasperatingly mysterious. She is aloof, and attempts to distance herself from other’s—in a way, its self defense, to keep her identify a secret. She is a criminal, after all. Morgäna is also a wanderer—she is uncomfortable staying in any one place for longer than necessary, and as a result, she roams. Morgäna's favored alias is that of "Fox"; it is her business name, so to speak. It is her assassin name, so to speak. When it comes to first encounters, she is stand-offish and passive-aggressive, especially when it comes to employers. She ensures people know the severity of what they ask of her, for it is no small request.
She is afraid of people hating her—more afraid of it then she is of death; she doesn't want to be hated, or feared. She knows she’s a monster, and she’s accepted that; but she still goes to extremes to keep it hidden from the individual’s she meets daily. As a result, she keeps her brutality and savagery in check; her secret passions hidden. Morgäna becomes as charming as she wants to be, most frequently in the company of men, where she can prove to be most flirtatious, that is when the situation calls for it. Despite being defiled when she was very young, she feels more comfortable in the presence of men then she does women.
Morgäna also tends to be obsessive, possessive, and painfully manipulative to people she cares about. She pushes them away, at the same time attempting to keep them close to her—but in the end, the strange mixture of wanting them to stay and wanting them to leave pushes them farther away than anything else would. She has a horrible sentimentality towards these people though—the ones close to her heart, and she shows them far more than she ever means too. And she grows to trust them, blindly trusting them, hoping that they don’t hurt her. It is foolishness that compels her to do this, foolishness and a desperate need of affection, of someone who doesn’t hate her. But how can they not?
She’s a killer. A monster. An animal. A mercenary for hire.
MOTHER: Dead.
SIBLINGS: Singular twin brother.
As soon as she was weaned off of her mothers tit, Morgäna was spirited away by her own father who in turn only proved to give her up to his own mentor. Quickly taking on the apprenticeship of an assassin in the making, these early months were harsh and well honed. It was not uncommon for the young pup to have killed another one of the apprentices under the teachings of their Mentor. However gruesome this may sound it was the norm for her and the pack it self, this however went on for many days, weeks and months that soon lead into her beginning years. Being pitted against those within her own group was not out side of the normal to happen and more often then not they were forced to fight to the death. This being the way of their cruel and utterly punishing traditions; if you were not strong, you did not survive. The ones who perished under the fang or claw of a fellow class mate ended up as a warning but also teaching for any who did survive.
Time passed, she grew, the teachings grew harder and harder. Now they were pitted against those who had survived within their group until only three were left. They were chosen to be taught even further unlike before, the other two Morgäna had known while she remained under the same mentor. Unaffected by this fact, having quite developed a stony completion about her self -- during those earlier months. It was around her second year when a war was brought upon them due to the antics of her father; simply she did her job. Infiltrating the enemies ranks before taking out their would-be-leaders, once morning rose once again and with their heads in tow the army surrendered. But secretly this was not the only thing she did that faithful night; there was one other she had taken upon her self to do; alluring the prince who was suppose to become their 'Alpha' when the boy was a pathetic excuse for a leader. Morgäna had lead him away and deep into the forest, away from the rest, until she acted; getting close and sensual before tearing the boys throat out with a swift and merciless movement of her jaws. The job was done, she didn't bother burying him, no, she left him there to die, to choke on his on blood. After all Morgäna still had two alpha's to take down..
Having done her task Morgäna cared little about what happened after, it was likely for those in the army to be taken and used as their new masters saw fit. The males however, unless some were indeed lucky were all slaughtered while the females on he other hand had far more use then a simple male. Of course they were little more then slaves and used for various things; from forced breedings to simple servitude. Having done what her father had asked and yet having passed her most trying trial, Morgäna was free to do what she liked. Bidding the pack farewell, many frustrated and angered to see the darling daughter of the Alpha go - they didn't stop her however for her father forbidden it.
