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Post by ladymorgana on Nov 16, 2011 17:31:21 GMT -5
"Now is that really the way you treat the victor?"
Prince Arthur's words seemed to follow Morgana as she strode away. She froze, mid step, and smiled the widest smile of the night thus far. She turned slowly on her heels so that she was facing him again.
"How remiss of me," She agreed as she returned to his side. "I can't have you walking away from this debacle with nothing, now, can I?"
Back in full playful, teasing, mode, Morgana laced her arm through Arthur's and began walking him around the room. Dodging their fellow revellers as they circulated, she continued her ribbing uninterrupted.
"First, I save you from the snakes, and now I save you from being all Billy-no-friends at our victory feast," She grinned, referring to "our" victory feast deliberately. "And let's face it, Arthur, this feast is as much as in my honour as it is yours, seeing how I am responsible to for your victory. I threw you the sword, and you killed the snakes. You have to ask yourself who the real champion is?"
Morgana really felt that they had worked as a team. Like two sides of the same coin. But, just for the sake of teasing her "brother", she wanted to maintain her act of defiance. She was enjoying the banter too much. Deep down inside, however, she was aware of Arthur's ongoing fight to live up to Uther's impossible, ever multiplying, expectations. Not for all the gold in the world, would she want to swap places with the Prince. Thinking about it, though, made her relent. Soon, she would let Arthur feel like he won, fair and square, and on his own.
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Post by ladymorgana on Nov 16, 2011 16:34:02 GMT -5
Morgana couldn't help a smug, sidelong, glance at Prince Arthur, who struggled to answer her question. She could almost hear the whirring of the cogs in his mind as he fought his way out of the corner she had backed him into. Soon, she was once again biting down on the laughter that was bubbling beneath her icy, affronted, surface. She let the silence spiral, watching through the corner of her eye as he pretended to be drinking his wine. Casually, in one firm movement, she elegantly tipped the remainder of her own drink down her throat, and selected another from a blushing servant.
"I'm waiting," She cooed at Arthur, still not turning to face him properly. Now, she couldn't help the smirk from brightening up her face.
As he answered, Morgana recognised his old tactic of falling back on his puffed up pride, and well polished arrogance to get him out of it. However, she couldn't help but notice that he did not answer the question. However, Morgana knew not to push him too far, and she was growing tired of this little game, now. She stifled a feigned little, cat-like yawn as he concluded his verbal bluster.
"Arthur," She stated his name firmly as she finally turned her face to his again. "You know I love you to pieces, you are like an extremely irritating little brother to me. But, really, for such a great warrior, you should know, by now, when you are defeated."
She flashed him a grin and a wink, before planting a kiss on his flushed cheek. "Do enjoy the rest of this lovely evening."
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Post by ladymorgana on Nov 16, 2011 16:22:32 GMT -5
"What did you make of Uther?" Morgana asked, her brow knotted quizzically. "Even after all these years, the man is an enigma to me," She mused. She had been his ward for many years, now. She had riled against him, and he had proven himself extraordinarily patient with her. Other times, he was harsh. He was tyrannical towards his people on the one hand, and over-protective, and highly involved on the other. One never knew what one would get with Uther. But at least it seemed Arthur had treated Caitrin well.
"You must have met Arthur on a good day," She laughed. Perhaps it was because of their proximity that Arthur felt the need to tease Morgana so badly. But, he knows, too, that Morgana could give as good as she got. "Anyway, never mind the men. I think I should introduce you to Gwen. She lives in the Citadel, and I know we'll get on so well!"
Morgana couldn't deny that she was excited to have another female friend about the place. Gwen was often too busy to talk to her properly, and Morgana hated to intrude upon her rare, and treasured family time. Perhaps, she thought to herself, Caitrin would be around more often. God knows, it must be hard with just a little known uncle for company. The last thing she wanted was to pry, but Morgana couldn't help probing a little further.
"So, who is your Uncle? Is he here at Court?"
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Post by ladymorgana on Nov 16, 2011 12:56:52 GMT -5
The laughter that had been building up inside Morgana since she first walked through the door, erupted suddenly as Arthur looked at her aghast at her accusations. But, that soon gave way to a gasp of utter indignation at the hair brush taunts. "I do not!" She hissed low, glaring daggers at the Prince. She was raising to the bait, and she knew it. Playing into his hands, giving him the reaction he yearned for, and was powerless to stop herself. He just ... pushed all the right buttons to make her hopping mad, sometimes.
"Accepted my gesture!" She repeated. Her eyes were like saucers, now, only the feelings were real. "What other option did you have then?"
She waited, grinning, for the answer she knew would not come. However, the answer didn't come only because she ploughed on before Arthur could even open his mouth to reply.
"I'll tell you what other option you had, oh gracious Prince! That was to have your smug, pretty little head bitten off by a poisonous viper!" She stamped her silk slippered foot hard into the scented rushes that were strewn across the flagstones and turned her face away in a huff as she finished. "So, go on then. Enlighten me. What would you have done if I hadn't stepped in at just the right time and saved your Royal derriere?"
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Post by ladymorgana on Nov 16, 2011 12:40:05 GMT -5
Morgana's gaze roved over the darkened city as Caitrin spoke. Memories of her arrival at Camelot washed over her. "It was hard," She recalled. "I was still grieving for my father. Then Uther tried to take his place, and I fought against him, constantly. It's different now, though. This is the only home I know."
A smile returned to her face, however, and she drained her mead. The subject of marraige was always a difficult one for a woman, and Morgana could completely understand Caitrin's decision to come to Camelot, rather than get stuck with a total stranger for a husband. It struck her as odd, however, that Uther had thus far made no attempt to marry her off. It was though, for some reason, he didn't want to let her go. She dismissed those thoughts, and returned to the conversation at hand.
"You'll grow to love Camelot, so don't pay much heed to what I say. Much better here, than waking up next to a stranger every day," She grinned. "There's never a dull moment, here. Uther can be a difficult man, and he's probably best avoided. But everyone else is fine. Have you met Prince Arthur?"
Arthur. That perpetual thorn in Morgana's side. Digging in deep one minute, and moving heaven and earth to help her, the next. He was as loveable as he was irritating.
"If you have, Arthur can be arrogant, condescending, and over-bearing," She explained. "But, he has a heart of gold, underneath it all. He's not like Uther, he follows his heart, and has a strong sense of right and wrong. Then there is Guineveré, my maid. I know she is only a maid, but she is my dearest, oldest friend. If it hadn't been for her, I would have lost my mind, a long time ago. I can introduce you?"
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Post by ladymorgana on Nov 16, 2011 9:22:10 GMT -5
"Don't worry about me," Morgana assured Gwen as they rode along the beaten earth tracks. "I'll be fine. It's you I'm worried about. You seem..." Morgana's words trailed off as she selected the best way to phrase it. "Quiet."
Despite their long, and close, friendship, Gwen could sometimes slip too far into her role of servant. She would be too meek, and too mild. She would endure too much, and remain silent, thinking herself to be a burden to others. She always smiled, and she always had kind words. Gwen's heart and soul was the purest Morgana knew. But, sometimes, she wanted to be the one who looked after Gwen, and not the other way around, and the Gods knew that she deserved looking after. Especially after everything that had been going on lately.
However, Morgana let the companionable silence descend again; satisfied that the day away from the confines of the Citadel would do them both the world of good. Morgana took a deep, cleansing breath of the clean, country air. She would stop, occasionally, to point out rabbits that hopped over the bumpy terrain, or a brightly coloured insect that she had not seen before. But, mostly, she listened to the sweet, peaceful sound of the countryside. No market traders filling the air with their shouts, no merchants moaning about the price of wool, and -best of all-, no cursing Knights pretending to kill each other, noisily.
In the distance, the crunch of dry twigs, trodden underfoot, reached her ears as she listened for the wildlife. That, Morgana thought to herself, was no rabbit.
"Did you hear something?" Morgana asked Gwen as she pulled the reins of her horse to bring the animal to a halt. She glanced over to Gwen, a frown darkening her features. "I thought I heard something."
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Post by ladymorgana on Nov 16, 2011 9:06:29 GMT -5
Morgana bristled at the mention of Valiant. "Turns out he wasn't champion material, after all," She snorted derisively. The truth was, she was rather taken with him. A tall, dark, and not to mention strong, and charming, Knight from a distant land. As much as Morgana liked to keep her feet on the ground, her head had been firmly in the clouds since he first used his Courtly charms on her. Worse still, Morgana feared that Arthur had seen right through her. But, Morgana recovered herself before the teasing could really begin. She put down her glass on a nearby table to free up her hands, and placed them comfortingly on Arthur's shoulders.
"But, Arthur, I saw your panic-stricken little face, when you dropped your sword, and saw those snakes," She explained. "Honestly, it looked like this..."
She didn't care who was looking, Arthur had asked for it with his merciless teasing. She pulled a face of grotesque, mock terror, her eyes wide and mouth twisted in a manor of a silent scream. Arthur, of course, hadn't looked anything like it, and she well knew. But nonetheless, it was worth it just to ratchet up the Prince's indignation.
"Honestly, how could I stand back and do nothing when you so clearly panicked," She sympathised. "Honestly, Arthur, it's all right to admit that you were saved bya girl."
She picked up her glass again, took a delicate little sip, and awaited his, undoubtedly witty, reply.
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Post by ladymorgana on Nov 16, 2011 8:48:12 GMT -5
A flicker of understanding, crossed Morgana's features. She knew the Wardship system well. Children, some barely weaned from the breast, effectively "bought" by nobles, or distant relatives, usually for marital purposes, to further their families ambitions. Brought up far from home, sometimes in other Kingdoms. Morgana, as hard as she (and others) tried, had always felt the outsider in Camelot. She made a decision there and then, to do her best to make Caitrin feel welcome in her new home. So, before she became too maudlin or droll, she scooped two goblets of mead from the tray of a passing servant, passed one to her new friend, and said:
"Come on, Caitrin, let's find somewhere quieter were we can talk."
Morgana beamed as she led the way to the back of the Hall, ignoring the lecherous leering of the merry revellers, towards the back. They came to a long, wide window embrasure where they wouldn't have to shout over the din of the feast. Although it was dark outside, the star strewn sky stretched out over the city like diamanté. While the torch lights, and beacons burned brightly alond the castle walls, and from the houses that sat, higgedly-piggeldy, within the confines of the citadel. The sight was still quite spectacular.
Morgana sipped at her mead to wet her lips, and opened the conversation.
"I know what it feels like to be a newcomer to Camelot," She empathised. "I came here when I was ten, after my father died in battle, in the Northern Plains. Uther has been so good to me, and Arthur is like a brother. I have wanted for nothing, I know that. But, it will never be the same as real family. There will always be that link missing."
Her voice grew distant, and inwardly, she chided herself for becoming so maudlin after she had sworn not to not five minutes earlier. She gave herself a good, mental, shake down, and began again.
"Listen to me, complaining!" She laughed. "Where are you from originally? Your accent is familiar, but I can't quite place it?"
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Post by ladymorgana on Nov 15, 2011 11:47:40 GMT -5
With a deep sigh of boredom, Morgana leaned across the table and propped her head up on her hand. With her free hand, she absent mindedly began running the tip of her index finger around the rim of her goblet, and soon lost herself in her own private thoughts. There were always Knightings happening in Camelot. Then, the Grand Hall would be full of big, surly, hairy men, all comparing sword size and talking macho, men talk. The air would be filled with boasting and bragging; "mine's bigger than yours," or "I took on an army, and killed them all in one stroke." Morgana stifled a yawn. At moments like this, she felt like the last woman alive in Camelot.
Morgana glanced to her right, where Uther was deep in conversation with the new Knight. They were both immersed in talk of battle formations, sentrys and the latest weaponry. To her left, was an empty space, where Arthur should be. She frowned, quizzically, and wondered where he had gotten to. She averted her gaze across the Hall, where the Knights and Gentry mingled freely, all, no doubt, having identical conversations to Uther and the new Knight. Conversations to which Morgana, as a woman, was excluded. As her gaze swept the Hall, she spotted a flash of flame red hair darting between two men. That was unusual, Morgana thought to herself.
Her curiosity piqued, Morgana got to her feet. She would have remembered that distinctive hair colour, if she had encountered it at Court before. And going by the length of it, it was another female. A new comer? She asked herself as she stepped down from the dais to seek out the owner of that flame red hair. It didn't take long. Morgana found the immaculately dressed young lady still meandering through the Hall. She was quite a well-to-do woman, too, if the gown was anything to go by. Morgana bobbed and weaved through the rowdy Knights and guests, and made a wobbly beeline for the lady. The only other lady that Morgana could see.
"Hello there!" She called out in a voice that oozed relief mingled with excitement, as she finally caught up with the new comer. She reached out her hand. "Excuse my interruption, but I saw you from up on the dais. I thought you looked like you could use a little company. I know I certainly could!"
Morgana spoke rapidly, trying to dispell the first meeting awkwardness that always surrounded these encounters.
"My name is Lady Morgana," She hastily introduced herself. "I am Uther's ward. And pleased to meet you."
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Post by ladymorgana on Nov 15, 2011 11:13:03 GMT -5
Morgana soothed her jittery horse as Arthur assisted her with saddling. Although her trip was grim, she was still grateful, just to be escaping the confines of the Castle for the day. Occasionally, her gaze flitttered over to Gwen, who would be escorting her, as she always did. Morgana couldn't help but notice, however, that Gwen was far more interested in what Arthur was doing. She allowed herself a small smile, which she concealed by lowering her head, to make as though she were soothing the horse, who continued to stamp restively into the beaten earth tracks.
Finally, however, by mid-morning, they were off. Together, Morgana and Guinevère were trotting side by side through the open, rolling countryside of the Kingdom, under clear blue skies, through the bright, and breezy day. There was only one thing missing. Gwen's chit chat. Usually, they would talk about anything, and everything. But Gwen was silent. Morgana cast a sidelong glance at her dear friend. Her face was clouded, as though her mid were far, far away. Still day dreaming? Morgana wondered silently to herself, and concealed another knowing smile.
It was then, however, that Morgana remembered, and guilt swelled up in her gut at the realisation of her thoughtlessness. Gwen had lost her father, too. This trip, this pilgrimage to visit the tomb of Gorlois, must pose difficulties of it's own for Gwen, too. As Morgana continued to ponder on how to raise the subject with tact, the journey continued in silence. She looked this way and that, at the hedgerows, the roadside verges, and the insects hovering on the breeze. But, it all slipped in and out of her mind, leaving not the faintest trace of recognition.
Finally, Morgana tugged on the reins of her horse, and slowed the animal down so that she was fully in step with Gwen. She reached across the small gap that divided them, and gave Gwen's hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Gwen," Morgana kept her voice soft, and arranged her face into a mask of concern. "Is everything all right? I have never known you be so quiet."
The last thing Morgana wanted to do was intrude, but nor did she want to sit idly by as her friend slumped into a pit of misery. She tried to intrude, unintrusively.
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Post by ladymorgana on Nov 15, 2011 10:52:06 GMT -5
Morgana acknowledged the Prince's deference with a graceful dip of a curtsey and, despite her inner chidings, her face flushed at Arthur's flattering words.
"My Lord," She beamed at him, her head tilted coyly. "I am honoured to be escorting you to the Champion's Feast, tonight."
She made a mental note to talk more about Arthur's victory, later. But for now, a frisson of excitement coursed through her as Arthur circled her waist with his arm, and he walked her down the centre aisle of the Grand Hall. All eyes were upon them. Even Uther beamed, glowing with pride, down at them both from seat upon the dais. Morgana caught her Guardian's eye, and returned his smile. The music swelled gracefully as they made their way through the thronging crowds, lifting her mood higher still. She had been to more of these functions than she could remember, but tonight was different. She felt like she had earned her place here, and it made her feel special. Like a proper Princess, and not just the third wheel of the Royal Family. Speaking of earning her place, that reminded her. She placed her hand on Arthur's elbow, so he would turn to face her for a moment, as they reached the heart of the party.
"Oh Arthur," She sighed. "I dread to think what could have happened, if I wasn't there to save you."
Morgana reached out with one hand and swept a glass of wine from the tray of a passing servant. She held the fluted glass delicately to her lips, but drank deeply as though calming her nerves at the thought of Arthur's imagined gruesome death. Of course, she was teasing him. She wanted to milk the moment for all it was worth! From the safety of the Grand Hall, with that dreadful event firmly behind, she felt that she had earned her teasing rights. But, at the time... Well, she wasn't about to let Arthur know that.Before he could recover his wits, and reply with some witty retort, Morgana pressed on.
"Everyone saw those snakes, and your sword lying in the dust, and panic broke out!" She exclaimed, all wide eyed in mock terror, and took another sip of wine to "calm" herself. "But then, as it looked as if you were doomed, I had this flash of inspiration. I reached over to the guard on my left, pulled the sword straight out of his scabbard, and threw it over, and saved the day!"
For a moment, Morgana had the burning desire to carry out a full re-enactment of the episode, just for him. Too much, too soon, she thought to herself. Let the moment build, first. For now, she was content to step back and see how grateful Arthur would be to her saviour.
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Post by ladymorgana on Nov 14, 2011 22:06:56 GMT -5
The moment relived itself in Morgana's mind time and time again, almost at will. She could see, as clear as day, the two Knights circling each other in the arena, like caged animals poised for the kill, awaiting the perfect moment to strike. In a flash of sunlight on steel, Valiant had struck hard against Arthur, knocking the sword clean out of his hands. The roar of the crowds had shut off in an instant, and the plunged the whole arena into an expectant hush, as everyone waited for the final stroke of Valiant's sword to fall; and for the mysterious Knight to claim his victory over Camelot's most accomplished Knight, the Prince himself.
Then, it had happened. The emerald snakes that decorated Valiant's shield sprung to life like a travesty of a child's Jack-In-The-Box. The crowds recoiled, and the King was on his feet in a rage at such blatant use of magic in his presence. Morgana, too, had leapt to her feet in fear. As though enchanted, she could barely tear her gaze from the murder, that now seemed inevitable, to happen before her eyes.
Arthur was unarmed, and completely at the mercy of Valiant, and his magical vipers. In a flash, Morgana shook herself, gulped down hard at the acrid panic that swelled in her throat, and grabbed the sword from the belt of an on-looker, who seemed rooted to the spot in horror.
“Arthur!” Morgana's voice rang shrilly across arena as she threw the sword to Prince Arthur, who caught it with ease.
Morgana's nerves were as taught as bow strings as the next few moments unfolded. It all happened in a blur. The heads of the two shield snakes were off in a single stroke, and followed by the nerve shredding screech of steel on steel as Valiant's armour was pierced by Arthur's weapon. The day was won.
Now, several hours later, as she prepared to go to the celebratory feast at Prince Arthur's side, Morgana allowed herself an indulgent smile. She smoothed down the front of her gown, and turned to face the maid, who was assisting her.
“I saved his life!” Morgana informed her, proudly. “He'll hate it! But I saved his life!”
With that, Morgana turned to appraise her appearance in the looking glass. She adjusted the sleeves of her gown, and tucked a few errant strands of hair behind her ears. With a nod of approval, she turned and strode confidently from her Chamber.
The music was carried to her in muffled waves as she walked down the stone passageways towards the Great Hall of the Castle. All around her, heads turned towards her as she passed, and Morgana soaked up the attention with a well practised grace. She smiled and bowed her head to those she knew, as much as those she did not. Then, she passed through the ornate double doors of the Hall, and her gaze immediately alighted upon Prince Arthur as a round of rapturous applause broke out.
“My Champion,” She greeted the Prince, smiling beatifically as she held out her arm for him to take.
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Post by ladymorgana on Nov 13, 2011 11:00:59 GMT -5
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.:Name of Character:.
Morgana Pendragon.
.:Nick Name:.
None.
.:Age:.
23.
.:Race:.
Human (She is also a Witch).
.:Status:.
Royalty (Royal Ward, but actually the illegitimate daughter of Uther Pendragon).
| ~ ââ¬Â¢ ~ | Appearance | ~ ââ¬Â¢ ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:.
Morgana is tall (for a female), immaculately dressed, and always impeccably groomed. Her hair is dark, and her skin pale, and with a clear complexion. If she has been having her nightmares, she can appear rather sallow. But, on the whole, she always looks well.
She has a taste for high fashion, as befitting her status as Royal Ward, and as such, owns an array of fine gowns. With her slender figure, she always carries her clothes off well.
.:Height:.
5ft 6ââ¬Â
.:Portrayed by:.
Katie McGrath.
| ~ ââ¬Â¢ ~ | Personality | ~ ââ¬Â¢ ~ |
.:Personality:.
Morgana is highly complex character. An enigma wrapped in a mystery, and seemingly full of contradictions. However, she is wrestling with a lot of problems, and struggling to adjust to a lot of sudden changes in her life, abilities, and status.
She is not a typical, capricious or whimsical noble born woman. She mixes well with contemporaries of all classes, as seen through her close bond with Guinevère, the Chamber Maid. She genuinely cares for those in need of protection, and is not afraid to take grave risks in saving those people.
However, since falling under the influence of her half-sister, Morgause, Morgana has shown a much darker side. She can be deceitful, duplicitous, and highly conniving. She has made rash attempts to assassinate her biological father, half-brother, Arthur Pendragon, and former friend Guinevère; where once she would have given her life to save them.
In her haste to usurp the order of Camelot, Morgana cannot see that she is doing as much harm as good to her own cause. Thus, she is strong willed, obstinate, and incredibly stubborn.
.:Strengths:.
Her powers and ââ¬Åsightââ¬Â. They grow stronger by the day.
Charisma. She is a highly charismatic woman, and can draw people to her through the strength of her personality.
Wit. Her sharp wit have gotten her through some dangerous times, not just under the care of Uther, but externally, too.
Survival instincts. Morgana is nothing, if not a survivor.
Her intimate knowledge of her enemies, and of Camelot are also a key strength in her struggle.
Bravery. Not only to hide her magical powers form Uther, in the face of the threat of execution, but in her adventures around Camelot. Morgana has proven herself to have all of Arthur's courage on a consistent basis.
Morgana is a superb horsewoman. She loves to ride, and indulges her passion as often as she can.
Determination. When Morgana sets her heart on something, she will try, and try again to achieve her ends.
.:Weaknesses:.
Rashness. Often, Morgana will act with haste and rashness that dooms her endeavours to failure.
Anger. Morgana has inherited every part of Uther's mercurial temper, and often leads her into difficulties. She is a-like to Uther, as she is the antithesis of him. Although, she will never admit that!
Her special powers could also been seen as a weakness. She was over-reliant on them, before she had fully mastered them. Also, She was drawn all too quickly to the darker side of magic.
Paranoia. Morgana, like Uther, sees shadows within shadows. She suspects everyone, while the real culprits usually get away; and it is a vulnerability.
Bad decision maker. Often, Morgana will make terrible decisions, and often in the heat of the moment.
Pride. Morgana will never admit that she is wrong. A strong stubborn streak, just like Uther's, meaning that she will try to have her way, whatever the consequences are for others.
.:Magic Abilities:.
She is a High Priestess of the Old Religion, and she is also a Seer.
.:Special Skills:.
Seer, witch, and sorceress.
.:Accents:.
Southern English, but of a higher class (as per rank).
| ~ ââ¬Â¢ ~ | History | ~ ââ¬Â¢ ~ |
.:Birthplace:.
Camelot.
.:Family:.
Morgana's mother was Vivienne, the sister of Ygraine Pendragon. Her father is Uther Pendragon. She has two half-siblings. Prince Arthur of Camelot (on Uther's side), and Morgause (on her mother's side). Agravaine is her maternal Uncle. Ygraine Pendragon was her maternal Aunt.
.:Occupation:.
None. She is a Royal Ward, so may perform ceremonial duties alongside her father, and half-brother.
.:Current Location of Residence:.
Camelot.
.:History:.
Morgana was born, or so she thought, as the daughter of Vivienne and Gorlois of Cornwall. However, at the time of her conception, Gorlois was off fighting in the Northern regions, and her real father was Uther Pendragon, King of Camelot. The lie was maintained until Morgana was well into adulthood. When Morgana was about eleven years old, the man she believed to be her father was killed in battle, fighting for King Uther (who had failed to send Gorlois' army any reinforcements). Both Uther himself, as well as Morgana, always blamed Pendragon for the death of Gorlois. In recompense for the death of her father, Morgana's wardship was bought by Uther, and she came to live at Court in Camelot. Despite the depth of her grief, and the upheaval in her life, Morgana soon settled into life at Court. She developed a close, personal friendship with her maid, Guinevère, and successfully established herself as a prominent figure in the everyday life of Camelot. However, being a headstrong, and outspoken girl, Morgana found herself at loggerheads with Uther on several occasions. Although fond of Prince Arthur, there was also a strong streak of rivalry there, too. Throughout the first decade of her life at Camelot, Morgana appeared to build a new life for herself there. With the appearance of Merlin at Court, he, Arthur, Morgana, and Guinevère made quite a formidable, and tightly bonded team. They were all friends, before anything else, and often united to put right the wrongs committed by Uther Pendragon, and defend the people of Camelot. However, cracks appeared beneath the surface as vivid nightmares took hold of her, and it became apparent that she had magical powers. Morgana had always opposed Uther's purges, but now that she had discovered her own powers, the odds became higher, and she became increasingly more isolated. In fear of her life, and boxed into a tight corner with no one to speak to, she took matters into her own hands. She ran to the Druids for help, who helped her to be at ease with her powers and abilities. However, she was forced to return to Camelot, to the care of Uther; further ostracising herself from her own kind. It was not until Morgause entered Morgana's life, that Morgana truly had someone she could confide in, and who understood her. However, once under the influence of Morgause, Morgana was quickly tuned into the much darker side of magic. Her character and personality changed almost over night. She abandoned her friends, and her family in Camelot, to pursue her own ambitions of returning the Kingdom back to the Old Religion, but with the darker elements taking precedence over the good (as espoused by Merlin). In Morgana's mind, the only way to fight fire, is with more fire. And that is what she has ended up doing. |
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