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Morgan - thenoun - 06-02-2014
Name: Morgan
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Nation/Allegiance: Etruria
Appearance/Description: Morgan is a wiry woman, of average height but with a muscled physique. Her eyes are a vibrant red. She has dark olive skin that is largely unmarked save for a faint but noticeable burn scar on her left forearm and shoulder. She has dark blue hair that she's cut short to keep it out of her way in combat.
She is usually dressed in a leather breastplate with a hooded, sleeveless blue tunic under it. She wears dark brown pants and leather boots. She has long fingerless gloves that were designed to protect her arms while also letting her fingers remain flexible. She carries a quiver at her hip and a pack over her shoulder that contains, among other things, her bow, a small chunk of gold, and whatever food she can scrounge together.
In terms of personality, Morgan is a friendly, optimistic woman who enjoys social interaction. She can be a touch snide with those who annoy her, but she's usually plesant and perhaps overeager to befriend others, and at times seems desperate for approval. She has a mild inferiority complex; it usually comes out as joking about herself, but she is sorely lacking in self-esteem and it occasionally pokes through her otherwise cheery demeanor.
Bio/Backstory: Morgan was born in Nabata, though precisely where in Nabata she doesn't know. She was only three when her father fled the deserts forever and took her with him. Her father assures her the town she was born in wasn't anything special; it was just some forgotten little village with little of importance in it. Her mother, according to him, died of illness a year before their departure. Details on her that he was actually willing to give Morgan were scarce, and eventually she stopped asking.
Morgan's father, Josiah, was always intensely interested in the study of magic, particularly elder magic, as he always insisted on calling it. Sometimes, she felt like he cared more for it than he did for his family. He came to Aquleia in Etruria in the hopes of studying it better, more than he ever could anywhere in the Nabata desert. And he was intent on teaching this all to his daughter.
Unfortunately, it seemed like all her attempts with it went awry in one way or another. When she was six, the training began, and she nearly burned their home down the first time she tried to harness any sort of magical energy whatsoever, earning a sizable burn scar in the process. She improved, slightly, after that, but was never capable of more than the most simple and easily cast spells. With every failed incantation, Morgan felt like she was becoming a greater and greater disappointment to her father. The pressure alleviated, though, when Morgan was ten and Josiah met his eventual wife, Yvette.
Yvette was a widow, a Etrurian merchant, and she'd served, however briefly, as an archer in Etruria's army. She was a smart, practical woman, and in many ways was more of a parent to Morgan than her father was. She had a son, Viktor, from her previous marriage, who was three years younger than Morgan, and with whom she'd got along quite well. Viktor, in fact, had far more capability for magical prowess than Morgan ever did, and her father shifted his teaching from Morgan to him swiftly. Morgan was relieved that she would no longer have to put up with the strenuous magic training, but she couldn't help but feel a touch jealous as her father spent more and more time with his stepson. She also couldn't help but feel even more useless now than she was when she was training. These feelings of inferiority are what eventually led her to request archery lessons from Yvette.
Yvette, despite not being a master of the weapon, was a very good instructor. Throughout the years up until she hit eighteen, Morgan trained under Yvette's tutelage, steadily growing more and more skilled until she was quite a formidable archer. Josiah cared little for these developments, but her stepmother and stepbrother were far more encouraging. When she turned eighteen, she announced her intentions to join Etruria's military. The news of the potential threat neighboring Lycia was worrying, and Morgan wanted to help in any way she could. Her entire family was there to see her off the day she left; even her father, who'd up till now been paying little attention to her, seemed sad to see her go.
Life in the military was easier than Morgan had expected. It was very demanding, higly structured, and the news from Lycia was foreboding, sure, but Morgan found herself fitting in easily. Her post, along the Lycian-Etrurian border, was a fairly inactive one; despite all the troubling events occuring in Lycia, the road she was on was very remote and she saw little action outside of occasional bandit activity. She befriended many a soldier, and took great pride in her skill in archery. It seemed like she'd found her calling.
Then the war hit.
Her post, miraculously, remained untouched by the war. It seemed like taking such a remote post had been a good idea after all, because Lycia had utterly decimated most of Etruria's military. For weeks, she and everyone else at the fort waited for news. What little came was dire. Etruria was now a part of Lycia; the Church of Saint Elmine laid in ruins, replaced by some heretic church of Lycia's own making; and, worst of all, mages were now being openly persecuted and hunted down. This news alone struck dread into Morgan's heart; she swiftly grabbed everything she owned and abandoned the fort, heading for the capitol in the hopes of finding her family.
When she finally reached Aquleia, she found their home abandoned, empty of any valuables, and with no sign of where her family had gone. Panic set in at the sight of this; her family could be anywhere in Elibe, they could be on the run, they could be dead, and she'd never know. Morgan decided there was only one thing to do; she'd have to search for her family. She'd heard news that Etrurian refugees were heading for Bern, often passing through Lycia on their way; she figured her family may be among those refugees. She sold what little remained in her family's home, purchased a horse, and headed for Lycia, determined to find her family at any cost.