It was strange, this sudden protection for a child she did not even know. Morgana stared down at the sleeping boy thoughtfully, her left hand holding her head a little. How strange a turn life had taken. From being bored to hiding a druid boy destined to die by the King. But why should she not help him? He had done nothing wrong, he was just a boy! How could someone so innocent be a threat to someone like Uther? Morgana's lip curled. She knew well enough that one did not need to be innocent to be saved from the King's wrath and fear. For yes, truly, it was fear that was making the King make these decisions, fear that was pulling him forth into such a truly awful decision.
She started out of her thoughts as Gwen entered the room, sighing softly as she asked whether the boy was sleeping or not. "He seems to be," she stated softly, her eyes still on the young boy. "I am sorry for making you a part of this, Gwen," added the ward quietly. "There are few others I could trust though, and he is innocent - he did not deserve death."
At the question of whether the boy had spoken yet, Morgana shook her head. "I am starting to wonder whether he can actually speak at all," she confessed. "or whether he is merely chosing not to. Not that I would blame him. In this Kingdom to speak is sometimes to sign one's own excecution." she couldn't hlep the bitterness in her own words, and neither did she regret them, for it was how she felt. "How could the King wish to kill someone so innocent, so pure?" she wondered aloud.
She shook her head at his words as he spoke of failure, hating Uther with a passion for doing this to his son, after all that Arthur had done for him and on his behalf. "No, you have not," she argued quietly. "It is Uther who has failed them. The people are no fools, they will know how you have been treated and they will not stand to see their Prince so disgraced." The ward sighed softly as he admitted to not wanting civil war to break out. "I fear if your father continues on this path, then it might be the only thing to stop him," she confessed. "And I cannot promise to be idle when it does."
As Arthur put his hands on either side of her upper arm and gazed at her, Morgana met his eyes, listening intently to his plea. She sighed softly. "I will appear complient," she relented. "... on the condition that Uther does not hurt or otherwise anyone that I care about." she paused. "And that includes you, Arthur. If he does these things then I cannot stand by, and I shall not. And do not fear for me - if his reign is to be thus, then I would rather be dead at the stake than a pawn beneath his fingers," she spoke with assurity, though some part of her mind shied away from the thought of death.
Morgana managed a bitter laugh at Arthur's words, shaking her head. "I fear that Uther does not care for me as we once thought," she confessed her true feelings. "He sees me as a political tool - he can use a marriage with me to gain peace with this... pervert of a prince... he would not care about anything else." the brunette gave a frustrated groan, running her hand through her hair. "There's nothing I can do," she stated quietly. "Nothing any of us can do. I am at the King's whim."
At the Pendragon's assistance to know what had happened, Morgana swallowed, sqirming a little in discomfort. The ward's shoulders sagged in defeat, and she sat down, heavily. "He pushed me up against a wall," she stated quietly, trying to say the words without emotion, though she did not quite manage. "He turned me to face it, and tried to... force himself on me. I managed to stamp on his foot and then turn, kneeing him before I fled," the fact that she had run away from the visiting Prince made Morgana burn with shame, but what else could she do?
She looked up at Arthur as he attemped to assure her that the man would not get away with what he had done, and she swallowed, standing and takign the Prince's hands, meeting his eyes, her own green ones serious. "Do not defend me, Arthur," she asked quietly. "Do not do something stupid like try to ask that he defend his honour." The brunette shook her head, taking a breath. "I am not worth it. I am not worth you getting hurt, I am not worth... anything."
The dreams had been hounding her again. As Morgana trod through the wood to return to her home - or hovel - she tried to ignore the memory of those images, using her current task of collecting wood to rid herself of the memory. At one point the dreams had been a curse, and now? Now she was not sure what they were. They were confusing, that was for sure. With a sigh she had to admit they had been easier to deal with when she had had friends around her - friends such as .... no. She could not think of them.
A rattle of... something... caught her ears, and Morgana looked up, interest spiked instantly. She frowned, instinct screaming at her, as she moved forward, raising her hand instantly to attack whoever it was that had found her home. "Reveal yourself," she commanded, condemning herself for the slight shake to her voice
[sorry, I know its very short!! I'll try to make the next one longer ]
She nodded a little at his question. "Better than I could earlier today," she promised. "Don't worry, I'm well enough on it to fool Uther." She rested a hand on Arthur's shoulder. "I'll not get you into trouble," she promised softly, knowing the hint of honesty in the Prince's words. The brunette chuckled softly at the mention of the handmaiden. "Yes, I'm sure she will," she acknowledged. "She is quite stubborn."
"You could not have stopped me, Arthur, so please don't berate yourself. I would have followed you if you had tried to leave me behind, or failing that, eventually caught up with you," she shrugged. "It was better I came with you, for how do you think things would have gone if it were simply you, Merlin and Gwen alone?" she pointed out.
At the mention of the tunnels, she hid a smile, feigning concern. "I don't know. But Cenred has attacked Camelot, or at least his people have in the past, haven't they? Perhaps they had knowledge we do not know about," she paused. "Or perhaps he knew someone who had attacked Camelot before." she sighed softly. "Sometimes these things are beyond our control, Arthur."
Morgana nodded, her hand resting on his. "They will not stand for it," she agreed. "And once they hear of what he has done to you, they will rebel against that too. For you are the Hope of Camelot, Arthur. They believe that you will bring Camelot to greatness, and for your father to cast you aside will only anger the people." The ward sighed softly. "There may very well be a chance for them to do so," she admitted. "They will not stand for so much change in such a short time," she paused. "Admittedly, I would be with them if they do."
She frowned at the request, shaking her head. "No, I cannot promise that," she argued softly. "After what he has done to you, I cannot just sit aside and meekly agree to his whims." the ward sighed, biting her lip. "I'm sorry, I cannot promise," Morgana said quietly, her free hand now upon Arthur's shoulder. "you are a brother to me. I will not stand by."
She barely managed a smile, her eyes serious upon the young Pendragon's. "It was," she assured, completely honestly. "Arthur, you are more important than you will ever know. Not just to the Kingdom, or your father, but to me." she bit her lip, sighing softly at his question. "I should have ridden out after you, mindless of the response I might get from any others. I don't know. I should have done... something." Morgana managed a slight smile as the Prince revealed just how much she meant to him, though the smile faltered as he asked of her not to carry guilt for what had happened. "All is well," she agreed quietly. "And I thank the Gods that it is so."
Morgana sighed as Arthur voiced his thoughts, nodding her head. "Sometimes it seems..." she hesitated. "As though they are more than just dreams. Sometimes they are so real, Arthur, that when I wake, I cannot distinguish between dream and reality," she shuddered. "Sometimes I am afraid I will become caught between the two somehow." She sighed quietly. "I know it does not seem possible... and I don't know how it is that they are what they are," she bit her lip. "But it frightens me," Such a confession, she knew, would let Arthur know the gravitiy of the dreams and her feelings about them.
The brunette took Arthur's hand when he mentioned that she was like a sister to him, and promised that it would take more than a questing beast to strike him from the world. "Do not promise such things, Arthur," she requested softly. "We both know that there are many things in this world outside our control. I will always fear that one of those might take you from us, and we would be left without you." Later he might tease her for her words, but for now it didn't seem to matter, for they were nothing short of truth. "you are my brother, in every sense of the word but blood," she said honestly.
She sighed at the mention of the dreams, managing a sad smile. "I would long but for one night without dreams and without having to take Gaius' potions," she confessed. "But I fear that day will never come," the ward paused. "Do not apologise, only promise to listen next time," she requested. "For I could not bear to see you suffer in this manner again, Arthur."
The ward shook her head as Arthur asked whether she had gone to the physician about her foot, raising an eyebrow. "No, I'll be fine. It was only a mild injury, I'll be alright in a day or so," she said with more assurance than she felt. Either way, she was not intending to go to Gaius, who in turn would go to the King, who then would ban her from gonig with Arthur again, ever.
At the assurance that both her handmaiden and Elyan were well, the brunette smiled. "Good, I am glad," she said softly. "they have been through much." she smiled a little, rolling her eyes. "I'll be fine, she should spend time with her brother. I'm sure there is much they should catch up on," She rolled her eyes at his next words. "Really, Arthur, do you truly think I am going to let you go without me?" she asked, with a hint of teasing in her voice. "We both know I am better with a sword, and you would need me there to stop you doing anything silly," she teased again.
Morgana rolled her eyes as Arthur tried to sport with her, not in the mood for his jests. "Arrogant prats who cannot take hints are hardly the type of man I would even consider being with, Arthur," she stated firmly, seriously. It was all very well for the Prince - he would never be forced to do what she had just been forced to do. To be paraded round like some prize and handed off to the man with the most goods was nothing short of degrading. "Have your fun, Arthur," she spat. "It is not you who is being paraded round like this! It is not you who is treated like some... thing to be handed off to someone!"
She laughed bitterly at Arthur's obvious certainty that there was no chance she would be married off to the man. "Are you really so blind?" she asked softly, her eyes turning to meet the blonde's. "Why else would your father be so eager for me to spend time with that loathesome man? Why else would he have made me dress the way he did, and introduce me the way he did?" she swallowed, shaking her head as she sat back down, resting her head in her right hand.
As the Pendragon took a couple of steps toward her, she saw the change of expression in his eyes. Gone was the jesting, teasing look, replaced with... could she hope that was concern? But of course it was - because despite all his jesting and teasing, Arthur was still, above all things, like a brother, and very protective. Perhaps if she told him exactly what had happened... but she blushed to think of it, the memory not one she wanted to recollect or ever think of again. She shook her head, unable to retell the tale. "I shouldn't have mentioned it." she stated quietly. "I kneed him in the groin, and I think he understood the message, and besides, Uther would not do anything about him anyway." Morgana sighed.
Morgana sighed softly as the Prince confessed to his restlessness. "I would hardly call it sleep, Arthur," she stated in a quiet voice. "But I do insist that you rest - I will watch over you myself if I have to," her words now held a slight teasing quality, though it was laced with seriousness.
As he tried to console her, and to ease her mind, the ward bit her lip, swallowing. "I did not do all I could," she argued quietly. "I should have ... I don't know, pulled you back to the castle. Maybe I don't have the strength but I should have found some way. Some... path to stop you. Or else followed you, to watch over you," she shook her head. "I cannot but help blame myself, Arthur, for there is no one else who should be blamed. "I allowed others to console me when you were being slaughtered by that beast." that was not strictly true - she had fought tooth and nail to get back to Arthur, even after Gaius had, on Uther's orders, locked her in her rooms, but she would not tell Arthur so. He would likely hear it from someone else anyhow.
The question he asked was the one she both dreaded and longed for at the same time. The brunette swallowed, hesitating against the words that threatened to spill, not knowing how he would react. But then he acknowledged that he knew her actions must be connected to her dreams, and her head rose a little. "I saw you slain by the beast. I saw the King carrying you into the Castle, with the knights about him," she swallowed, her voice breaking a little. "I know it doesn't make sense. I know it... isn't possible. But I knew it would happen. I... it was not just a dream, Arthur. I knew it would come to pass."
She smiled a little as he promised to at least listen to her concerns, her heart feeling a little lighter, though not by much. "I will hold you to that promise," she warned softly. "Arthur, I have never been so afraid for you in my life. Tease me later about it all you wish, but know for now that I truly knew that this quest had every chance of taking your life," she shook her head. "You are the closest to family I have," stated Morgana. "Even the King is not as close to me as you. We have shared times that he would not know of or understand. I could not bear to lose someone who means so much to me." She managed a soft sigh as he confessed he did not like the sight of her in her nightgown being presented to his Knights, and nodded. "I know, but I did not know how else to get your attention, to make you understand," she confessed.
The ward of Uther Pendragon had just finished drying herself off and changing into a nightgown when the knock on the door came. With a sigh she moved to sit on her bed, praying it wasn't the visiting Prince once more come to woo. The whole day had been awful - she had felt like some prime peacock prize, and the fact that Arthur had been trying to surpress laughter and Uther had been encouraging the Prince had not by any means helped. To be honest, Morgana felt violated.
So she was not in the mood whatsoever when Arthur poked his head around the door, striding into her room and beginning to tease her. She narrowed her eyes, pulling her hair into a ponytail, shaking her head. "I think it was more you and the King who were enjoying the day's unfolding," she half spat. "It was certainly not how I would have chosen to spend the day, believe me Arthur."
The woman stood, moving over to her dresser and shutting the drawers with quite a loud thump. "The Prince is arrogant, rude, offending, and vindictive," she confessed in a low voice. "I cannot understand why Uther is so intent on he and I getting on - would you believe that the Prince even began to talk of marriage today?" she gave a harsh laugh. "As if I would ever marry him. He is more arrogant than you, and that is saying something." She turned to face the Pendragon, her eyes serious. Arthur was the one person she could tell this to, the one person who would not brush it aside. "he tried to touch me. Inappropriately." she shuddered. "I do not wish to be left alone with him again, Arthur."
The Prince's concern toward her made the brunette's heart twinge a little, and she gave him a smile which was not exactly true. "I am better than I was," she assured, and that at least was true. Here, in the Castle, though she still felt stifled by the rules that surrounded her, Morgana at least felt safe away from the magic of Morgause. The woman confused and frightened her - that much she could admit - and sometimes... with a sigh Morgana pushed the thought aside.
As the smile turned into a slight frown, Morgana wondered whether she was any better off than she had been before she had met Morgause. The woman had promised to teach her about her magic, to help her to understand that it was not something to be feared, and yes - Morgana did feel a little more secure in herself... but with that came the penalty of losing the trust of those she once had sought to keep close. Merlin now hated her, and she was sure that if he were to find out the truth, Arthur would too.
As he asked her about her foot, the smile returned, and the brunette nodded. "Nothing that a hot bath didn't cure," she assured, though that was not quite the truth. She paused, and then viewed the younger Pendragon cautiously. "How is Elyan? And Gwen?" Despite everything, she still cared about Gwen, and although she did not know Elyan, she had to admit to having not been completely happy once she'd found out Cenred's plan to capture the boy - for he'd done nothing wrong.
[let me know if you want me to change anything...!]
She had expected some sort of resistance, but for this particular girl to do so seemed like a slap in the face to the now-queen. Morgana grit her teeth a little as she moved down to the dungeons, her head held. What made Caitrin so loyal to Uther and Arthur? She, like so many others, had refused to change her allegance, but why? Were they truly such great sovereigns? Yes, Morgana was being harsh and unkind right now, but then most rulers were at the start of their reign, weren't they? If they would only give her some time, they would see that her rule was much much more benefiting to both magic and nonmagic users alike.
As the Pendragon reached the door to the dungeons, she paused. She had heard of the strife between the lady and her beloved - perhaps she could use that to her advantage. Warp Caitrin's mind enough to make her worried, perhaps even enough to make her beg for Morgana's absolution. A grim smile crossed the Queen's features. Yes. That would be the right way of going about it.
As she entered the dungeons and moved to the lady's cell, she chuckled at the pitiful sight before her. A raised eyebrow and a quick hand movement had the guard unlocking the door, and Morgana moved inside, smiling with a sugar-false sweet smile at the wretched maiden. "How do you like your new accomidation, my Lady?" she quipped with a smile. "I am afraid it is not... quite what you are used to.
Green eyes viewed the Prince with concern as he thanked her for the food, though he did not touch it. Morgana sighed softly, listening to the Pendragon's quiet words, feeling sorrow pool in her heart. Secretly, she wondered why Uther had allowed such a thing to pass, when she knew just how beloved Arthur was to him. The Prince was the image of his mother, from all accounts, and she knew that Uther treasured that in him, let alone everything else. What had the Lady Catrina over the King to make him act thus? Why would he turn against his own kin, his own son? It didn't make sense, politically or otherwise, but either way, Morgana was intent on standing by Arthur's side. Depsite the fact that he was sometimes an arrogant prat, he did not deserve this. He did well by Uther, he was kind and (mostly) respectful, and his heart was in the right place.
She squeezed the hand atop her own, meeting his eyes, listening to his words before speaking. "We both know of your father's quick temper," she stated quietly. "Perhaps this is just something that will pass, and he will be kind again." The Ward sighed. "To disinherit you for such a thing - the people will not stand for it, Arthur. They see in you hope for this country and its damned ways, they will not see you be cast aside," admittedly she spoke with more assurity than she felt, but she was fairly certain that once news got out that Arthur had refused to make the order for taxes, the people would be on his side, if they were not before. "I can try to speak to him again, if you wish?" she asked softly.
At the Prince's knowledge of the King's latest plan, Morgana sighed quietly. "It is true," she admitted quietly. "But none of the court nor Gaius agree with the King. And besides, she will have to swear an oath before anything is permanent. I doubt that woman will ever be able to govern this coutry." she paused, sighing. "I cannot understand your father's actions, and I do not think I shall ever."
As she entered, and was greeted, Morgana was immediately grateful that she had come to visit the man she thought of as a brother. There would have been no other words or thought that might ease the fear that was still clawing at her heart, but was being slowly silenced by the smile on Arthur's face. He was alive, he was well, and he would recover. Her shoulders dropped a little in relief, though not noticibly, and she moved forward as Arthur tried to sit up, pressing a hand gently to his uninjured shoulder. "No, no. I know you will hate to do so, but you must rest," she gave him a small smile, then sat in the chair next to him.
As he spoke, the woman's eyes began to fill with tears, and, horrified, Morgana managed a shaky laugh, not wanting Arthur to be too concerned about her, not even sure why the tears had chosen to spring - perhaps because he was teasing her once more? She gave him a shaky smile, biting her lip. "Uther wouldn't let me come sooner, he said that you needed rest." she shook her head. "Perhaps the next time I ask something of you you will listen to me?" suggested the Ward, not very hopefully. "I knew nothing good could come out of this trip, and when I heard how you had fallen," she shuddered, swallowing. "But you are well, and all will be well," she gave him a smile. "And you are to rest, and the King has asked to make sure that I stay by your side to make sure you do so,"
Morgana swallowed, reaching forward to clasp Arthur's hand, gently in her own. "I should have done more, more to stop you, more to make sure you did not go." she shook her head. "Gaius tried to make me drink some sleeping potion, but it did nothing but bring more dreams," she bit her lip. "Please, please promise me that from now on you will at least listen to me, even if you do not always agree, when I tell you something is not worth doing? Her eyes met his, the green orbs shining with concern.
A whispered prayer was mumbled beneath trembling hands as one Morgana Pendragon moved toward Arthur's chambers. It was not oft that she resorted to such things as prayer, but in this instance, she feared it might be all that would save the Prince of Camelot. His own foolhardyness had caused the Prince to take up this ridiculous challange, and now Arthur would pay the prince. The dream still haunted the dark haired Ward, and it seemed as though the more she attempted to push it aside, the less she was able to. She tried to comfort herself in the knowledge that she had tried all she could to stop Arthur, but knowing and believing were two different things.
But Arthur was home now, and fairly safe. From all accounts, at least. Though she would rather see him for her own eyes, which was way the Ward of Uther Pendragon was currently making her way in rather a hurry to the quarters of the blonde she thought of as a brother. The idea that Arthur might have died had haunted her, but now he was home. Perhaps he would now realise that she had been serious, perhaps... despite her panic, Morgana gave a sigh. No, Arthur would never realise his own mortality. He was stubborn, proud, pigheaded and aristocratic - there was no way that the blonde would ever acknowledge how close to death he had truly been. No matter - Morgana would simply have to keep a closer eye on him.
As she reached his doorway, the brunette hesitated for a mere second, before knocking gently, biting slightly on her lower lip. She could tell Arthur the truth - tell him about her visions. Perhaps he would not see it the way Uther would, perhaps he would not mistake her for being mad, and perhaps.... the Seer shook her head. No. He was still Uther's son. And if he turned against her, she wasn't sure she could bear the betrayal. Uther and Arthur were all that Morgana had, and she was not so willing to let them go - even if the secret of her powers was slowly choking her.
Setting: Arthur's Chambers Time of Day Late evening Timeline A few hours after Arthur has been saved in 'Le Morte d'Arthur' Tag:: Arthur
Her mind was in confusion. The last 48 hours made no sense to Morgana's confused mind, and as she tried to sift through the memories she did have, she grew more and more frightened - more and more confused. Sadly, this was something she was beginning to become used to. Her time spent with Morgause was doing nothing for her mind, but she was willing to lose the hours of memories in return for the comfort and safety she felt in regards to her magic. With Morgause she did not have to hide -- With Arthur, she always did.
Arthur... the thought of the Pendragon made her frown. He had excelled in this last quest, annoyingly so, and Merlin had not helped by being constantly aware and constantly watching. Though a single thread of her was grateful that the man she had once thought of as a brother had not come to harm, it was more frustrating than anything else. Perhaps the Prince would really and truly become a great King. But no - she could not think that way. If she did, then she would loose faith and focus in her own destiny. Camelot would always be stifled by Uther's dealings and therefore fear of magic, and she did not harbour any hopes that Arthur would think differently.
Of course, there was the problem of Gwen. Always, there was the problem of Gwen. Why Arthur should choose the nobody instead of someone of high birth confused and frustrated Morgana, as much as it irritated her. She was hardly jealous - she had never wished to marry Arthur - but she would be damned if she saw Gwen become Queen! The little brat would just have to- her thoughts cut off as a knock on her door sounded, and Morgana pushed her hair over her shoulder, frowning. She had not, far as she had known, expected anyone. But footsteps sounded, and sure enough the form of one Arthur Pendragon slunk into sight. Morgana rolled her eyes, then turned to face him, giving him a slight smile. "Arthur," she greeted.
In any other circumstances, Morgana might have chuckled to see the look of shock on Arthur's face as he was denounced by the older Pendragon. But in this particular circumstance, no. The decision for Uther to disinherit Arthur was one that no one could have imagined, and the Lady could not begin to guess at why the King might make such a decision. Standing in her chambers, the maiden paced a few moments, before pausing and eventually moving, taking a nearby plate of untouched food, and walking briskly from her room and through the halls to Arthur's door, pausing briefly. Would he welcome her company? Would he have already left Camelot? He had been disinherited - what reason was there for him to stay? She truly hoped he would not consider leaving - sometimes he was the only thing that made Camelot bearable.
She had already attempted to talk to the King, but to no avail. Uther was stubborn, it was true. Morgana, hwoever, was just as stubborn, and she intended to right the wrongs somehow between the two Pendragon. She just wasn't entirely sure how yet. With a sigh Morgana rapped on the door once, praying the Prince would not turn her away at such a time. Depsite their differences, they had always seen each other through. Oh, they argued and bickered, but one way or another, they pulled through for each other when the other needed them. And Arthur, whether the stubborn man would admit it or not, needed Morgana right now.
Opening the door as the Pendragon's voice admitted her, the brunette cleared her throat, biting her lip. "I thought you might be hungry," she stated softly, placing the food down nearby, before shutting the door behind her. "Uther is just angry, Arthur. He will not make this decision stand... he loves you, despite how easily and effectively he tries to hide it," she managed a soft smile, moving over and pressing a hand to the Prince's shoulder. "You will be King one day, Arthur. He is just... blinded by the Lady Catrina."
My name's Raine, and I'm 26 years old. I kind of hate my first name, so I mostly use my middle name, which is Naida. I have just finished my first year of History at University, and am finding it such a fab experience. I've met some great people, and some really odd ones too (in a loving nice way!).
I love reading; mostly historical stuff based around myth and legend, which is why I kind of got a bit obsessed with Merlin. Plus, Anthony Head as Uther? I had to see that. (I used to watch Buffy). I currently live in the beautiful city of Oxford, in the UK, and my favourite pasttime is playing the piano and composing. I adore music - I am very rarely seen without a pair of earphones in my ears, especially soundtracks and scores. I love horseriding, and I do fencing in my spare time. My mother is Wiccan, and my father is a Catholic, which makes for some pretty strange conversations sometimes when their families meet up (as in parents etc), but otherewise is just fine.
Favourite Animal: Sparrow
Favourite Colour: Turquoise
Favourite Book: Birdsong, by Sebastian Faulks
Favourite Movie: Shawshank Redemption, Lord of the Rings (Return of the King), The Matrix, Final Destination, The Game,
Favourite TV Show: Merlin, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Torchwood, most comedy shows (like Nevermind the Buzzcocks, QI)
Favourite Song: Chevaliers De Sangreal from the Da Vinci Code. Or, if an actual song, 'The Last Song I'm Wasting On You' by Evanescence. It's so pretty. Or 'Secret Door' again by Evanescence. I also love 'Mordred's Lullabye' by Heather Dale
Favourite Food: I love, love love properly cooked chinese food.
.:Name of Character:. Morgana Le Fay .:Nick Name:. Morgana .:Age:. 23 .:Race:. Nomad .:Status:. Nobility/Priestess of the Old Religion
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Morgana carries herself with a sense of dignity and pride – something she has gained from being the favourite of King Uther’s as a child. Her head is often held high, and she favours dresses of the sweeping kind. The Lady’s hair is of a dark brown colour, often twisted back into a ponytail, as she finds herself rather annoyed by it being free from strains. Though slight in frame, Morgana is by no means a weakling. Again, thanks to her protector, she has learned the arts of swordry, along with her brother Arthur (although at the time she did not know they were related). Morgana stands at a 5”7, a noble height for any woman. Her eyes are of a deep green, and her complexion is fair. .:Height:. 5”7 .:Portrayed by:. Katie McGrath
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Morgana is extremely strong willed. Growing up in Uther’s court meant that she was consistently spoiled by the King, and therefore she grew used to getting her own way. However, as she got older, the King’s consistent protection grew irritating, and Morgana was often seen hiking up her dress and climbing from her window in an attempt to join Arthur and his friends in sword fights whilst she should be sewing. Ultimately, Morgana has a kind heart, but sadly her intentions turn evil when she realises that there is a chance for her to gain the crown she has so long coveted. Initially, she intended to gain the crown only to allow magick users into Camelot (moreso when it became apparent that she herself was among them), but soon her greed corrupted her, and instead Morgana wished for nothing but Arthur’s downfall, and the death of the servant Gwen, who she had seen in a vision taking her place on what Morgana believed to be ‘her throne’. Morgana is no stranger for using her assets for her own gain – she knows she is beautiful, and in the past has used it to get her own way, especially around Arthur, who she was always close to whilst she was Uther’s ward. Sometimes acting like a spoiled child, the Ward is well known for going into strops, sometimes stomping into her room, saying the most unladylike things, and then only coming out hours (sometimes days) later, refusing to apologise. .:Strengths:. Sword fighting, Hand to hand combat Trickery Convincing others to do things for her Magick .:Weaknesses:. Fire – Morgana is deathly afraid of fire, especially since accidently setting alight a curtain with her magick. The promise of power When she is Uther’s ward, she is sometimes charmed by the goodness that Arthur displays. There is a clear attraction there, despite the fact that mostly she sees him as a brother.
.:Magic Abilities:. Seer – allowing her to forsee the future in her dreams Spellcaster Priestess of the Old Religion .:Special Skills:. Morgana is a priestess of the Old Religion – her full powers are not yet known, though she has been known to summon the dead with the help of her sister. .:Accents:. Slight Irish twinge.
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.:Birthplace:. Unknown .:Family:. Father: Uther Pendragon. Brother: Arthur Pendragon. .:Occupation:. Ward/High Priestess .:Current Location of Residence:. Camelot .:History:.
Morgana Pendragon is the second born child of Uther Pendragon. She was born in secret, and taken on as Uther's ward after her surrogate father died in battle. Once a former friend of Merlin and Gwen, she soon became their enemy when she realised Merlin's true powers, and that he was willing to do what he must to save Arthur against her.
Morgana is a seer and a witch; her powers manifesting not long after Merlin's coming to Camelot. Though she has always had prophetic dreams, they have not always been realised or taken into consideration. It is because of this that Morgana came to fear her powers, especially after watching Uther execute so many magic users. Morgana became close to the Witch Morgause, after first meeting her when Morgause challenged Arthur to a tournie to the death. It was later revealed (by Gaius to Uther) that Morgause was Morgana's half sister, which is the reason for the two's closeness.
Throughout Uther's rule, Morgana acted as First Lady of Camelot, taking the place of a wife or other such woman in times of Ceremony or official acts. Morgana turns against Camelot and Arthur after learning that her identity as Uther's daughter has been kept secret for so many years.
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My name is Catherine by the way; Call me Kate. *Smiles* You're lucky to have your mother, I ... wish I had at least someone I can talk to, You know? At least i have Arthur. *sits by the window and looks out*
How are you ? Forgive me, I'm Princess Emily Dawson of Anglia, I'm here to a visit with Arthur! *Smiles light Curtsy *
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