Morgan Hallewell
Apr 23, 2021 11:05:09 GMT -8
Post by fluffymcsnuggles on Apr 23, 2021 11:05:09 GMT -8
Name: Morgan Rhiannon Hallewell
Gender: Female (She/Her)
Age: 18
Species: Human
Breed: N/A
Height: 5'3
Ruling God: N/A
Element(s): Chaos
Elemental Affinity: 4
Appearance: She is clean and well dressed, her hair usually down but braided in with ribbons and crystals here and there. Sometimes it is just plain though. Her hair is a dark brown and her eyes are a stormy indigo. She favors combat boots along with puffy underskirts and dark dresses. Don't let her sweet appearance fool you though she has quite the fiery personality.
Personality: Her sisters always said she had the stubbornness of her mother and the temper of her father. Her atypical lifestyle made her a free and sometimes wrathful force to be reckoned with. From a young age she had the potential for magic, but none of the patience. She likes to speak her mind and swear like a sailor. She is determined and the type to push past her limits. She's blunt and a lot to handle but she's a loyal friend once you get her on your side. Good luck with that though.
Biography: Morgan was born on the winter solstice, a cursed night more like it. Her mother, according to her sisters, died during childbirth and they were left to raise her. Her father had apparently been out of the picture for a while. Neither of these things is technically false but their truth is far more complicated than Morgan understands. She has been raised alone in isolation with her two sisters Joan and Gwen. Both of her sisters are powerful witches who grew up teaching her everything they knew, for better or for worse. Eventually, though Morgan grew tired of staying in the manor and begged her sisters to let her roam free. She could always come back home but she felt stifled there. It ended up being a huge argument and Morgan left anyways without their knowledge. She also may or may not have swiped a good bit of money from her siblings and some valuables to help her along her travels.
Equipment: Mother's Grimoire, her personal grimoire, an athame, salt, a large backpack, compass, map, pencil, lighter, a few pouches of herbs, a canister of water, her wand, a candle, a stick of chalk, some string, and a sewing needle, first aid kit, bedroll
Occupation: Apprentice Witch
Other: Her sisters are likely looking for her, but so is another darker figure she is entirely unaware of. The manor kept her safe but she is no longer cloaked under the protection of family and home. She is all alone.
Gender: Female (She/Her)
Age: 18
Species: Human
Breed: N/A
Height: 5'3
Ruling God: N/A
Element(s): Chaos
Elemental Affinity: 4
Appearance: She is clean and well dressed, her hair usually down but braided in with ribbons and crystals here and there. Sometimes it is just plain though. Her hair is a dark brown and her eyes are a stormy indigo. She favors combat boots along with puffy underskirts and dark dresses. Don't let her sweet appearance fool you though she has quite the fiery personality.
Personality: Her sisters always said she had the stubbornness of her mother and the temper of her father. Her atypical lifestyle made her a free and sometimes wrathful force to be reckoned with. From a young age she had the potential for magic, but none of the patience. She likes to speak her mind and swear like a sailor. She is determined and the type to push past her limits. She's blunt and a lot to handle but she's a loyal friend once you get her on your side. Good luck with that though.
Biography: Morgan was born on the winter solstice, a cursed night more like it. Her mother, according to her sisters, died during childbirth and they were left to raise her. Her father had apparently been out of the picture for a while. Neither of these things is technically false but their truth is far more complicated than Morgan understands. She has been raised alone in isolation with her two sisters Joan and Gwen. Both of her sisters are powerful witches who grew up teaching her everything they knew, for better or for worse. Eventually, though Morgan grew tired of staying in the manor and begged her sisters to let her roam free. She could always come back home but she felt stifled there. It ended up being a huge argument and Morgan left anyways without their knowledge. She also may or may not have swiped a good bit of money from her siblings and some valuables to help her along her travels.
Equipment: Mother's Grimoire, her personal grimoire, an athame, salt, a large backpack, compass, map, pencil, lighter, a few pouches of herbs, a canister of water, her wand, a candle, a stick of chalk, some string, and a sewing needle, first aid kit, bedroll
Occupation: Apprentice Witch
Other: Her sisters are likely looking for her, but so is another darker figure she is entirely unaware of. The manor kept her safe but she is no longer cloaked under the protection of family and home. She is all alone.
