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Post by mysery on Feb 26, 2011 11:17:29 GMT -5
Morgana always found it incredible how men behaved. One minute, they could be laughing, punching each other in the arm and joking around, and the next, they'd be at one another's throats, swords drawn and ready to dive head first into the first breakable object in the room. That alone may not have been all that mystifying, but to then have those same twitchy men turn around in the following minutes and start the cycle all over again was what Morgana found truly a wonder. And the men of Camelot and Mercia were no exception.
After Lord Bayard had been released from the dungeons, and apologised to in that unique Kingly way Uther had, which didnt actually include the words 'Im sorry' or 'I was wrong', the peace treaty had finally been celebrated and Morgana suspected it would be a strong one. Especially if it could survive the imprisonment of the other Kingdom's leader. Now it was the afternoon of the following day, and Morgana was aimlessly wandering the corridoors of the castle. Bayard's men were scattered throughout, their numbers slightly more than before due to the arrival of the party from the forces which had been stationed outside the city.
She had heard from Gwen that the Princess of Mercia was among them, though she had yet to lay eyes on the young woman herself. No doubt she would get to meet her at the farewell feast that was planned for tonight, if not before. Uther after all, would be preoccupied with Bayard and, while she could expect no less than the usual banter with Arthur, Morgana would be primarily left with the princess during the festivities. Something about women taking care of women. Morgana liked to make sure Arthur was left hurting anytime he suggested that to her.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Selena Fireheart
Timeline: 'The Poisoned Chalice' - After Bayard's Release
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Post by mysery on Feb 26, 2011 10:15:47 GMT -5
Once the King had fully entered her room, Morgana closed the door once more. With a very lady like 'swish' she turned and moved back over to the vanity to take a seat. She had to keep up the pretense of being tired and exhausted after all. She released a happy sigh and smiled as warmly as she could muster.
"I was so relieved when I came across Arthur and the others," she said, looking down at her hands, clasped in her lap. "I'd been wandering for what felt forever and I was beginning to fear I would never find my way back," she added, biting her lip softly. "Or that my captors would... would find me and imprison me again."
She took a moment to 'compose' herself, before she looked up at Uther, meeting his eyes with her own light ones. "I couldn't go back to them. I would rather have died," she continued, shaking her head.
"I thought if I could get back near where the patrol was slaughtered, another might come along. And then there was Arthur, like a white knight riding to the rescue and I could scarcely believe my eyes. In that moment I knew I was finally coming home..."
With that, the lady looked to her hands again, letting her crocodile's tears well up and fall. Her hair fell in soft waves around her face, creating a small shield between her and the world. A shield she knew Uther would have no problem breaking to comfort her.
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Post by mysery on Feb 25, 2011 12:26:39 GMT -5
In this instance, if everything were normal, one might say it was good to be home. Yes, Morgana had spouted that line enough times in the past day or so to almost make it true, but each smile she got in return only made her want to chuckle. How blinded they all were by a few tears, some dirt and some bruises. Uther was as much a fool as the rest. He honestly believed she'd never question him again? Only a truly foolish man would think that.
Now Morgana found herself in her chambers, untouched as they had been it seemed for a year, sitting at her vanity and brushing her hair. Gwen had been with her almost non stop since she returned, so she had finally managed to convince her she would be fine on her own for a while. When there was a knock at her door, she paused and put the brush back down. No doubt another person wishing to confirm with their own eyes that the Lady Morgana had returned.
Approaching the door, she opened it and took a step back when she realised it was Uther himself. She should have suspected it, but she would have thought one visit for the day would have been enough. Clearly not.
"My lord," she said, welcoming him and opening the door a little wider to permit him entry into her chambers.
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Post by mysery on Feb 25, 2011 12:13:41 GMT -5
Morgana smiled when Yassia replied, informing her she was doing quite well. But she frowned at the moments hesitation she heard before she said the words 'welcoming still'. As a ruler, was it not her job to ensure that the people under her rule were being taken care of? She thought so. "I sense some hesitation on your part. You are free to speak. Have you had some kind of probelm within Camelot? If so, tell me and I will see about resolving it," she said honestly. If she kept the people happy for now, and showed them that she could rule them better than Uther had, then her influence and leverage would grow all the more.
She nodded and gave her best reassuring smile. If everything went to plan, it would all be worked out soon. Uther was in her dungeons, playing his part, and now all she had to contend with was Arthur for, bright those loyal to Camelot may be, they lacked the mantle of leadership the Ex-Crown Prince had been born with. Reclaiming Camelot would be impossible without a leader, and one who could take back the throne along with it.
Morgana pursed her lips in thought when Yassia informed her of her reasons for being in Camelot, to which, she had to admit, she had no knowledge. Matters of the court had meant very little to her recently, and she had not been as present as she used to be. "Ah yes. Leon. He was one of Arthur's knights was he not?" she asked, only to confirm what she already knew. "I regret to say that I have had little chance to take stock of everyone and identify those we are missing." Which wasnt a lie. "I promise I will inform you as soon as things change and I know more," she added, reaching out to take the girl's hand.
"As for your dilema, I offer you the hospitality of Camelot for as long as you wish to stay. I will see what can be done about your Uncle's betrayal of you," the young Queen said, her voice probably the softest it had been in a long while. "It always hurts the most when its family who digs the knife in." And anyone in Camelot knew that Morgana spoke that from the heart.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha
Timeline: Around the time of ‘The Coming of Arthur’
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Post by mysery on Feb 25, 2011 11:56:22 GMT -5
As much as Morgana had relished not only the anger and betrayal on Uther's face throughout the whole duration of her crowning, as Queen, she had duties which demanded her immediate attention. Which meant that she could could not follow and watch as he was stripped of his title in every other way, and shoved into the cells he had so effortlessly filled with magic users over the years. Morgause was the one who had ordered his shackling, a small tribute on her part to her sister, Morgana knew, for she had told the blonde of the times Uther had thrown her into the dungeons and shackled her for challenging him. Now it was his turn.
Eventually, the litany of people to be dealt with cleared and she finally had a moment to breathe and think to herself. Despite everything that had happened, Morgana was a Queen now and, like any ruler who ascended the throne, whether it be by the death of their parent, or the conquering of a kingdom, she had things to deal with and a moments peace would forever be hard to come by.
So, before anyone could decide to impugne on her short amount of time, Morgana stood and swept out of the hall, heading for the dungeons. The guards inclined their heads respectfully as she entered and descended the stairs, her heels clicking against the stone loudly, sounding like two swords clanging against one another as the silence of the place echoed them around. The guard had informed her that Uther had, finally, stopped screaming her name to the high heavens. Said same guard unlocked the door to Uther's cell and stepped back to allow her entry. Morgana only had eyes for her father.
"How does it feel to watch the world you take for granted from behind bars?" the new Queen said aloud as she came to stand inside the small cell. With a smirk, she continued on, not bothering to wait for an answer. Uther rarely did. And she was his daughter after all. "Whatever it is, it is a feeling to which I think you should become accustomed...father."
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Post by mysery on Feb 25, 2011 11:44:04 GMT -5
Seething inside did not even begin to describe what Morgana was feeling. It was a torrent of emotions, ranging from anger and hatred, to confusion and betrayal. And there might even have been some hurt and sadness in there also. For once, not so long ago, Morgana would have rejoiced in the knowledge that someone so close to her, that she loved and trusted almost above all others and whom treated her like a beloved sister, was in fact her brother by blood. She would have thrown her arms around Arthur, in private of course because then she would have to admit to liking the Crown Prince, and smiled so brightly the sun would be shamed. Uther she would have been more reserved about, but nevertheless, she would have embraced him as that which he was.
Now however, she was a very different person, and the knowledge that Uther Pendragon was not merely her guardian, but her father through a heinous act of betrayal, made her see red. He blithely walked around, preaching to the people about justice and goodness in the world, all of which, according to him, magic was not, when his own past was far from laudible. He had betrayed one of his closest friends by laying with his wife, and then refused to own up when the production of such a betrayal had entered the world. It hurt even more to know he had taken her in as his ward, when he should have been welcoming her as his daughter. But that was Uther, she supposed. His reputation and image would have crumbled faster than his sanity and he would never allow that to happen.
Gaius had flittered around her all day, checking her for any signs of lasting damage, and all the while she had had to keep a straight face until he had finally left her. The face of someone oblivious to the darker sides of the world, and merely happy to be awake. It sickened her to have to pretend still when she wanted nothing more than to expose Uther for the liar and coward he was. When the mask dropped, she thought the room should consider itself lucky for not being set on fire in her wake.
Now, a gentle knock came at the door and she schooled her features once more. She needed to talk to Morgause before she did anyting. See if she was aware of this lie, though her heart told her she did not. Morgause had only ever been honest with her. She would have told Morgana had she known. A softly replied 'enter' opened the door to reveal none other than the source of her ire.
A carefully constructed look of surprise crossed her features before softening into a sad smile. "I fear I must beg your forgiveness my lord," Morgana began. "It seems my fate these days to make you worry and I apologise for causing you such fear. It was unconciously done." Tentativvely, because through her pretense, she was still injured and it hurt to move too drastically, the dark haired young woman sat up in her bed, arranging herself so she was at less of a disadvantage when speaking.
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Post by mysery on Feb 24, 2011 11:54:06 GMT -5
Morgana could see instantly the relief on Arthur's face when she confirmed she was unhurt. And her heart ached a little for him. As Crown Prince, the hopes, dreams and futures of the people of Camelot were upon his shoulders. They were the burden for his title. And she knew the Prince considered every one of his subjects safety his responsibility.
More than that, Morgana knew that Arthur would be deeply wounded if one of his friends was caused injuries when he may have been able to prevent it. She also didnt miss the air of conflict about her adoptive brother. She didnt know the details, though even she wasnt blind enough not to realise that wind had been unnatural, but something told her that this Will's death was involved.
"If I can best the great Prince Arthur, what hope did a few unruly raiders have against me?" the warrior woman said with a cheeky grin, hoping to make Arthur smile and hopefully ease some of the tension in his mail covered shoulders. "I really am fine Arthur. You taught me well," she added a moment later, her tone sobering somewhat as she looked the closest person she'd ever had to a brother in the eye. "Fair warning though, I will deny saying that should you ever bring it up."
Chancing a glance at the house Arthur had first vanished into, and then reappeared from, Morgana nodded her head once in acknowledgement of a fallen commrade. "Merlin's strong but he deserves time to grieve," she said softly before looking back at Arthur. "We can help clean up and rebuild also," she added, in agreement about staying for the funeral. As if she could abandon her friend, and she did consider Merlin to be her friend, when he was grieving. Everyone needed a shoulder to cry on, and the people of Ealdor could use the extra hands while they had them to spare.
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Setting: Village of Ealdor
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: 'The Moment of Truth' - After the battle
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Post by mysery on Feb 24, 2011 9:12:05 GMT -5
 Morgana smiled as she saw Gwen's expression change, to reassure her. "Well enough. I did a little tossing and turning but nothing too drastic," she replied, touching her friend's arm to add an extra assurance that she was indeen fine. She didnt want Guinevère worrying over her or her dreams too much. Though she was touched everytime Gwen offered to stay in her rooms with her for the night. Having someone else with her made some of the more frightening nightmares easier to bear, and Gwen was her best friend. She couldnt think of anyone better to share her time and dreams with.
"Aww thank you," Morgana said, taking the flower from Gwen happily and tucking it in her hair, beside her ear with a grin. "Nobody will be able to resist me now," she added with a wink.
"Now come and tell me of what you've heard about the tournament contestants," the lady said cheekily, as she moved over to the vanity and took a seat. The servants in Camelot were indispensible when it came to gossip, and though she could not approach them directly for such information, Gwen was always happy to pass on whatever she heard. "Anyone likely to knock Arthur off his high-horse this time?" she added, a teasing note to her voice. While she enjoyed sparring with Arthur, and seeing his ego take a hit or two, she didnt wish him harm. Already she had endless amusement in stupid things he'd done over the year, most of which she'd been privvy to or the direct cause of.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Guinevère
Timeline: During 'Valiant'
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Post by mysery on Feb 23, 2011 12:29:00 GMT -5
One thing Morgana liked to pride herself on was her ability to read others. After all, pandering to every misbelief and assumption of Uther's regarding her, while all the while plotting his downfall, had taken some skill. She had to be aware of everything, and be able to pick up on the slightest change in expressions to know if she'd said the wrong thing. As such, it wasnt difficult to read the confusion on Yassia's face. The girl was of use to her for now. No need to treat her like a prisoner. Besides, what little she knew of her, she wasnt a bad young woman. A foreigner, but she seemed nice enough. She'd been a tad too preoccupied to introduce herself to every new person around the court.
Nor did she miss the way Yassia approached her. Head high, and clearly reminded Morgana of her status. That was fine. She didnt plan to supress the girl and it brought another smile to her features, softening them slightly. "I wanted to know how you were settling," the Queen asked, tilting her head to the side marginally. Morgause wasnt present with her today, she had mentioned some business she wanted to attend to, so other than the guards, it really was only Morgana and Yassia in the room. "I know you are not from around here, so this must be a confusing time for you," she added by way of an explanation.
"You will have to forgive my absentmindedness, but could you remind me once more how you came to be in Camelot?" Morgana asked. "Everything has been in such a state these last few days that I have found myself being quite forgetful," she added with a chuckle, hoping to ease the tension from the girl. She didnt plan on hurting her...... if everything worked out.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha
Timeline: Around the time of ‘The Coming of Arthur’
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Post by mysery on Feb 23, 2011 12:00:21 GMT -5
Morgana approached Arthur as he came towards her. It didnt take a genius to determine that the young man he had helped carry into the house had died, even if Arthur's stony expression hadn't been enough of an indicator. She didnt miss the way he checked her over either. Always the protector, was Arthur. It was a heavy burden to carry, even if she didnt want him to carry it for her. She could take care of herself, even if he insisted. She didnt want to give him more to worry about, when it was clear his mind was already troubled.
She knew she looked ruffled, then again, she had just gone how many rounds with ruffians. Looking a ruffled was better than most of her opponents had faired. The bruises she knew would be forming in the next few hours were forgotten as she too, checked Arthur over. For all their sniping at one another, she would stab herself before she would allow anyone to get away with harming him. He looked alright though. No more worse for wear than herself. He was dirt streaked, just like her too and she gave a little smile.
"I'm fine," she replied when she was satisfied he was as unharmed as herself. "A few bumps and bruises but nothing serious," she added with a wave of her hand. Others had been injured worse than herself. And she'd copped worse sparring with Arthur over the years. Like that jarred wrist. Uther had berated them both, Arthur moreso, for that little incident.
"How is Merlin holding up?" the dark haired young woman asked with a gesture of her chin, already knowing his friend was gone. No need to rub salt into the wound.
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Setting: Village of Ealdor
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: 'The Moment of Truth' - After the battle
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Post by mysery on Feb 23, 2011 11:53:15 GMT -5
As fitful as her night's rest had been, the young Lady Morgana was just drifting in that sea of half sleep when she heard the door to her chambers open. She hadnt realised it was morning already, yet Guinevère's arrival spoke to the truth of the mornings state. The gentle call from her friend made Morgana open her eyes, finally emerging from that half state completely and waking. She smiled as she spoke back.
"Good morning Gwen," she said, hiding a yawn behind the back of her hand as she sat up in her bed. The covers fell around her in that extravagant heap they were but Morgana paid them little mind as she pushed then aside and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. For perhaps the hundredth time, she cursed the delicate curtains around the four poster bed as she brushed them aside. The only purpose they ever served was to get tangled around her, which generally resulted in her having a rather clumsy moment and tripping onto her bed.
Gwen had been witness to a few of those incidents, but it seemed this morning they were going to cooperate and moved aside with no fuss. Already a good start to the day then. "How was your night?" she inquired, a smile on her face.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Guinevère
Timeline: During 'Valiant'
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Post by mysery on Feb 23, 2011 8:45:30 GMT -5
Morgana wasnt foolish enough to believe she held the loyalty of everyone in Camelot, she wasnt even foolish enough to believe that all she did hold did so of their own choice. But for years Uther had ruled through blind fear, instilling it in his people and making certain everyone was aware of the consequences of disobedience. She herself had been exposed to some of those lessons. The nights she had spent in the dungeon, though few they had been, had been done ruthlessly as he tried to instill in her that same fear, and as a result, respect of him. It hadnt worked. If anything, it only opened her eyes to the true type of man Uther Pendragon was.
And she shuddered to think of that man as her father.
Though, that relation did give her one thing that had so far worked to her advantage. His blood was hers, and now his throne was also. Soon all of Camelot would be under her control. That thought made Morgana smirk ever so slightly. She would bring magic back to this kingdom and free the people who had lived under Uther's tyranny for over twenty years. People like herself. She meant to go and have a talk with her father in the near future also. She wanted him to see how he had brought about his own downfall.
The young Queen was brought from her thoughts and plans as the doors to the throne room opened and Yassia was escorted in by two guards and made to kneel before her. After a moment of that, she tsked. "Come Yassia, there is no need for that," she said, a smile forming on her face. "I bear you no ill will," she added. Only her uncle for his continued resistance of her.
It had to be all that knight training and their foolish nobility. How could these people not see Uther for the tyrant he was? How could they think she would be worse than him? It didnt matter. Either way, she would get what she wanted even if she had to use Yassia to do it. After all, she could talk to her Uncle Leon. And if not, well, Leon wouldnt want anything to happen to his niece now would he?
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha
Timeline: Around the time of ‘The Coming of Arthur’
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Post by mysery on Feb 23, 2011 4:58:29 GMT -5
"Thank you my lady," the elderly stall keeper said, bowing his head respectfully as he handed Morgana her purchase and she gave him the coins. It was just a simple necklace, plain silver chain with a large black stone dangling from the middle, but it was nice and Morgana had taken a shine to it. Yes, she knew the stone wasnt valuable, but sometimes the value of something could be measured in more than just money.
Tucking the piece of jewellery into her pouch, the lady moved along to a stall selling various fabrics. Uther had been insisting she have a new dress made for days now, though she didnt understand why when she had enough already. Probably some marriage talk had cropped up again and he was looking to show her off.
Despite what others may think, Morgana knew Uther understood her position on marriage. Love, not duty. He may not have agreed with it, but they made a right royal pair when they butted heads. And unlike some, Morgana wouldnt back down.
With a smile, and a sigh, Morgana shook her head and began to look through the fabrics. She might as well humor the King for now. She'd merely have the dress made, then give it away once he had forgotten about it as he usually did. It would do someone else more good than her, what with the number she already possessed.
Bringing her attention back to the fabrics before her, she browsed through them, feeling the texture and quality of them one at a time.
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Post by mysery on Feb 23, 2011 2:02:58 GMT -5
A battle won and a celebration that, while it was only a small village and not overly rich, would no doubt rival the most jovial Camelot had ever seen, Morgana was sure to follow. The people of Ealdor had been frightened and subdued when they had first arrived.
Now, their faces were alight with the kind of joy that came from being truly free, and it was infectious. Morgana felt her own smile broadening as she watched some of the women embrace. They had everything to be proud of. They had fought for their home, and they had won.
A few of the woman embraced her and Gwen, uncaring of the social status between them, and Morgana embraced them right back as the last of the raiders, the ones who had been unconcious and suddenly had come to realise they were alone, ran off.
The warrior lady turned and searched the surrounding area, looking to see that Merlin and Arthur were alright as well. She saw them disappear into one of the houses, a body between them, and Morgana recognised it as Will, Merlin's friend.
Her heart lurched, as it often did when the real toll of a battle became apparent. In her mind she knew that a battle such as this one, while neccessary and vital, would cost lives, but her heart was always filled with sadness at the losses. They were someone's friend, their family even. She knew the sting the loss of a loved one gave. She only prayed that the losses here in Ealdor weren't too great.
After all, they weren't an army on the march for land. They were innocent people seeking to free themselves from a tyrannical oppression. Their losses would be mourned more deeply than a simple soldier among many. This was why no-one would ever truly win a war. They simply wouldn't lose like their opponent.
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Setting: Village of Ealdor
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: 'The Moment of Truth' - After the battle
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 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Morgana LeFay
.:Nick Name:. Morgs (only if you're looking for pain) or my Lady
.:Age:. 20 years old
.:Race:. Camelotian
.:Status:. Lady / Ward of Uther, King of Camelot
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Morgana is a lady in every sense of the word. She lifts her head high and has perfect posture from being raised a noble. Though her jaw is somewhat square, and becomes even more pronounced when she is angry, she still has the softness of femininity, highlighted mostly by her eyes and full lips. Her complexion is smooth and unblemished, and her hair falls in long dark waves, which curl ever so slightly, to her waist. Her hands are elegant, as a lady's should be, with just a fine web of lines across them, earned mostly from sword fighting with Arthur when they were younger. Morgana is a regal woman, who holds herself proudly and demands respect as soon as she enters a room. She is often seen dressed in high quality dresses, with her hair either let loose or pulled back. Morgana also has no aversion to wearing mens clothing when she fights. Her hands, if not occupied, are often held folded in front of her as she was taught as a child.
.:Height:. 5 ft 7 inches
.:Portrayed by:. The stunning Katie McGrath
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Morgana is a very strong willed person. Even from childhood, she was a firm follower of standing up for what one believes in. Uther himself often mentioned that she always challenged him and kept him on his toes. She is also determined and what one might call bloody minded. Once she starts herself on a path, nothing will stand in her way. This trait has been demonstrated by her many times, most often in her previously mentioned challening of her King, and Arthur, whom she has no qualms about nudging in the right direction. Or calling a downright idiot when he wont listen to reason.
Morgana is fiercely protective of those she cares about, however she isnt totally heartless and only seeks to make a better world for everyone. The Lady is a fierce friend, loyal to a fault, and willing to do anything for those she cares about. If one is lucky enough to be called her friend, they should consider it an honor as she will never abandon or desert you. Morgana's personality instills in her not only determination, but a certain ruthlessness that makes her a dangerous woman. She is cunning and smart, which makes her infinitinely more devious than a normal enemy. Not to mention the backing of the King and Prince means she is one woman that should not be crossed. Ever.
.:Strengths:. Strong willed, brave, learned sword user, intelligent, loyal to a fault, diplomatic (sometimes)
.:Weaknesses:. Stubborn, sewing (she never got the hang of it), easily angered, lack of propriety (sometimes), ignores rules
.:Magic Abilities:. Morgana, mostly unknown to herself, is a Seer. She has been troubled by nightmares as of late, and has slowly come to realise that her dreams are in fact prophetic visions of the future. This realisation has frightened her, as she knows Uther's policy when it comes to magic, however it has led her to a place of better understanding that sometimes magic chooses you. Not the other way around. She does not yet know the extent of her powers, however her dreams have become clearer to her and she is slowly exploring their potential, despite her fear.
.:Special Skills:. Though not as extensively trained as Arthur, Morgana is quite knowledgable and talented with swords. She is able to wield them quite well and learned mostly from the Prince when they were young.
.:Accents:. Though she was born in Camelot, Morgana's mother initially hailed from another land and, as such, had an accent her daughter quickly picked up. It is a mixture of a highborn English accent and Irish brogue, which becomes far more apparent when she speaks in fits of anger.
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.:Birthplace:. Kingdom of Camelot
.:Family:.
- Uther Pendragon - Guardian: Uther was close friends with Gorlois, Morgana's father, and a knight of Camelot. While away in battle, he was killed, however Uther had promised to look after Morgana should anything happen to him. So, upon his death, Morgana was brought to Camelot and adopted as Uther's daughter and ward. Growing up, she often challenged the King, and still does. She does not fear him quite as much as others in the court, and holds no worries about standing up to him should it be required. She is bold, and forthcoming about her own views and beliefs, even if they clash with the King's. She honestly believes in doing what is right, no matter the consequences.
- Arthur Pendragon - Adoptive Brother: Arthur and Morgana, though not related by blood, treat each other as one would expect a brother and sister pair. With thinly veiled insults and a preparation to kill anyone who hurts the other. She see's Arthur as someone she can trust explicitly, though they do clash over Uther's views sometimes as Arthur seeks to uphold it, and Morgana snorts at them.
- Gorlois Le Fay - Father: Morgana's father was killed in battle when she was ten years old. She has few memories of him, however the ones she does possess are of a strong, brave man who was loyal to Uther and a close friend of the King. She loved him dearly, and she often visits his resting place. Discussing his death fills her with a great sadness and she often goes quiet at mentions of him.
- Vivienne Le Fay - Mother: Her mother passed away from illness two years before Gorlois died in battle. Again, Morgana remembers little of her, but she adored her nonetheless. Though she knows little about her, she strives to be a good lady to make her mother proud of her even in death.
.:Friends:.
- Guinevère: Gwen is Morgana's closest friend, aside from Arthur, and their friendship has blossomed out of their relationship as Lady and Maidservant bringing them together at a young age. Morgana spares little thought for status between them, and often insists that Gwen call her by name rather than title. Morgana was angry at Uther for treating Gwen as he did and executing her father, though she spent all the time she could with her to comfort her friend. Guinevère is one person Morgana would die for and would never think of betraying. They often share jokes and castle gossip and Morgana loves the flowers Gwen often brings her.
- Merlin: Though her time with Merlin is considerably less than with Gwen or Arthur, Morgana still considers him a friend. He has always been a willing ear for her when she was troubled, and she feels a connection with him, though it is only subtle. He has always been willing to help her and she admires his bravery in doing what is right and just. As a result, Morgana counts him as one of her true friends.
.:Occupation:. Lady of Camelot, Uther's Ward
.:Current Location of Residence:. Camelot Castle
.:History:. Morgana was born to Vivienne and Gorlois Le Fay, and grew up within Camelot happily. Vivienne passed away when Morgana was only eight years old, leaving her father to raise her alone. He never took another wife, and dedicated his life to his daughter and the protection of Camelot. He however was killed in battle around Morgana's tenth birthday.
Feeling guilty for sending his closest friend to his death, and per the promise Gorlois had extracted from him, Uther took Morgana in and raised her as his daughter and ward. Being an only child, Morgana was used to being by herself. A fact which changed drastically with the sudden addition of a new brother, whom she quickly grew to love, even if he frayed her nerves somewhat and they always exchanged insults.
Morgana grew into a beautiful young woman and was well respected throughout all of Camelot. She was referred to as the Lady Morgana and was often seen by King Uther and Prince Arthur's sides. Since Camelot has no Queen, she often stands in as the 'Lady of Camelot'. She is considered by many to be very beautiful and has attracted the attention of numerous men. However Morgana was much more than just a pretty face; she was fiery and independent, which has led to the driving off of most potential suitors seeking her hand. A fact she is, in no small way, proud of. From a young age, Morgana has had troublesome dreams, but only of late have they become tangible and presented the possibility of being more than simple nightmares.
When her maidservant's father was put to death for the supposed use of sorcery, Morgana's anger at Uther became far more tangible. She even went as far as plotting to have him killed, however she changed her mind at the last moment when she saw he was truly sorry. Now, Morgana finds her troubled on the subject of magic, as it has become apparent she herself possesses some gifts.
She does not know what the future holds for her, but she plans to meet it head on anyway and simply live her life the way she deems fit.
[Not sure how far in we are, so I'll leave it there]
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