Post by silvali on May 19, 2018 18:03:52 GMT
MORGANA
♪ I'm not a hero, I'm a liar ♪
♪ I'm not a saviour, I'm a vampire ♪
♪ sucking the life out of all the friends I've ever known ♪
♪ I'm not a saviour, I'm a vampire ♪
♪ sucking the life out of all the friends I've ever known ♪
BASIC INFORMATION
name: morgana (prefers morgan)
gender: female
age: 25
sexuality: bisexual
affiliation: outsider
PERSONALITY
appearance: a slim, soft short-furred dilute calico she-cat with pale olive green eyes.
traits:
+ cheerful -- peppy -- confident -- chummy -- charismatic -- witty -- playful -- cunning -- cautious
o extroverted -- excitable -- bold -- sassy -- humorous -- sarcastic -- practical
- amoral -- materialistic -- impish -- fickle -- twofaced -- insensitive -- selfish -- cynical -- hypocritical
strengths: communication -- fighting -- flexibility -- agility
weaknesses: strength -- hunting -- swimming -- healing
goals/ambitions: security
worst fear: drowning
likes: attention -- winning -- pretty things -- pranks -- catnip
dislikes: kittens -- killjoys -- bugs -- snobs -- water
habits: 'like' 'like' 'like' 'lik
FAMILY
- uriel -- mother -- deceased
- beauregard (ufa) -- former best friend -- unknown
- asa -- best friend -- deceased
- ferne (ufa) -- former best friend -- unknown
HISTORY
- was raised by a single mother as an only child until the age of 7 months.
- her mother was killed by a young badger, but before it could lay a claw on her the beast was taken down by a group of three cats about her age.
- she came to know these cats as ferne, asa and beauregard. she joined their little ragtag group and they lived together as best friends for many months to come, deceiving and pilfering from other wild cats and sharing the fruits of their labour amongst themselves.
- however one winter, when morgana had reached the age of 19 months, food was extremely scarce no matter how far they wandered. the group began to grow weary and weak, and yet utterly ravenous.
- they came across what appeared to be a temporarily deserted camp by a frozen river as fresh kill was still sitting half-buried in snow, its owner(s) apparently still out on a hunt. only three mice. an argument ensued over how the food would be split, the friends divided and fuelled by hunger, as this would likely be their last meal for a while to come with their lack of hunting expertise.
- ferne and beau snapped. it was as if there was some unspoken agreement between the two because suddenly asa and morgan were being barreled onto the thin ice which promptly shattered under their weight. morgan thrashed and pleaded for her friends to have a change of heart and save them, but the two she-cats had already gathered up their meal and scrammed with a pitiful excuse of an apology.
- morgan managed to drag herself onto the banks of the opposite side of the river before it was too late. asa hadn't been so lucky; the image of his black pelt bobbing chillingly beneath the ice still haunts her to this day.
- morgan grew vengeful and cold. she put up her walls and vowed not to let her trust fall into the paws of another cat again. if you weren't the one to do the betraying, you would be the one betrayed.
- despite her cynicism she keeps up her usual façade of flippancy, peppiness and cheer in order to get what she wants; though then there's something mildly sinister about how that sweet smile never fades.
OTHER
link to adoption thread: n/a
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