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Post by rawr on Mar 28, 2012 15:35:08 GMT -5
She nodded when the boy asked if she knew much about medicine. "I've had to learn over the years," she admitted plainly. "Though I know only the bare basics of the craft." At his indigence Morgause smiled, shaking get head. "I only meant that most people seem to underestimate the physician's art. Take it for granted, perhaps." At this she shrugged, turning her attention more fully towards thes servant.
He was asking questions that she would not answer... Not in the sense he was looking for, at least. Giving a few seconds pause, she traced the edge of the table she was leaning against, seeming to consider her answer to his question before she dare speak. Instead, she just shook her head once more. "Arthur Pendragon is already well aware of the art of swordsmanship, of that there is no room for doubt." A smile crossed her features as she spoke, and it was clear that she had respect for the prince. "He is a knight, in the truest sense of the word."
The change in both the boy's expression and attitude didn't go unnoticed to Morgause, but she chose not to comment on either, only cocking her head to the side a bit as she paused. "Well, Merlin, while it may be a pleasure to finally be properly introduced," she started with a wry smile, "that is a matter that must remain between Arthur and myself." As she spoke, Morgause pushed off the edge of the table, heading over towards the bed, continuing to pack up her meager belongings, consisting mostly only of her sword and armor, as she had been doing before Merlin had entered, silently signaling that she had nothing further to add to the conversation. "Though if you are as close to the prince as you seem to be, I have no doubt that you will find out eventually," she commented, tone casual, but words carrying heavy implications. "I'm sure this will not be the last we will see of tech other, Merlin."
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Post by rawr on Mar 24, 2012 13:13:31 GMT -5
<3 I'd like to humbly request a signature for Morgause, here. I'm rubbish with graphics myself, to be honest ^^;
No real specifications -- I'm at your mercy, Arthur ;]
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Post by rawr on Mar 24, 2012 12:30:20 GMT -5
Such talk is unbefitting of a queen, my dear sister. -teases-
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Post by rawr on Mar 24, 2012 12:22:55 GMT -5
Morgause nodded as the boy spoke, keeping her dark gaze trained on him, however subtly. It was becoming increasingly clear that he had ulterior motives for his presence here, though as of yet, she had no idea what they were. It seemed she was trying to glean information from him, just as much as he was from her. The corner of her lips tugged upwards in a half smile as the boy explained how he assisted Gaius in his free time, mentioning that he had learned much from the physician. "I'd imagine you would have," she commented with a nod. "It is a vastly underrated art, medicine." Idly, the sorceress wondered if the boy was here at Arthur's request -- perhaps all this conversation was a prelude to another request that she rescind her challenge. She certainly hoped not, as it would be time wasted for the both of them.
Chuckling softly as the boy snorted, giving a somewhat indignant response, she allowed herself a smile, features softening momentarily. "You are right, of course," the blonde acquiesced with a nod. "It has proved to be quite useful over the years, for more than just self defense." He seemed incredibly interested in making conversation, and for the moment, she had decided to humor him. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, and truth be told, it was somewhat refreshing to have an opportunity to speak to someone outside of the other priestesses, especially as their numbers dwindled. "Those who do not understand view it as brutality, or simply a means to an end," she started, eyeing the boy as she spoke, "but in truth, it is much more than that; it is an art. Working with a sword teaches you much more than just how to fight."
Her dark eyes were alight with passion as she spoke, a side rarely seen emerging. "Discipline, patience, perseverance," she listed off, softly, "everyone knows that combat takes physical strength... but few are aware of the mental strength true mastery of the art entails." Lapsing into silence for several seconds, her eyes fell closed, and she laughed, shaking her head. "Yes," she answered simply to his next question. "I've always been...quite passionate about it," she finished with a chuckle, opening her eyes to look at the boy once more. "It seems a bit unfair," she started lightly, features shifting into the beginnings of a smirk, "that you now know so much of me, and I have yet to even learn your name." Perhaps it was a bit odd to humor a servant as such, but he had piqued her interest. It was clear that he was looking to gain information about her, and she expected the favor to be returned in kind.
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Post by rawr on Mar 15, 2012 17:55:22 GMT -5
As the boy entered a bit more, Morgause's features relaxed slightly. She recognized the boy -- he was Arthur's manservant. The one who had come to her before the duel, pleading that she withdraw for the sake of his master's pride. She gave the young man a nod of greeting, a why smile flickering across her features, before she schooled them into a much more neutral look. No need to upset the boy by taking pleasure from his master's defeat in his presence. Gesturing for him to come in properly, she kept her dark gaze trained on him as he took a few steps forward, closing the door behind him. Her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as he seemed to hesitate before finally speaking, the sorceress questioning the reasons behind his visit. Though before she had a chance to voice her concern to the boy, he finally spoke. A soft smile fell into place over her features as he spoke, seeming a bit...nervous perhaps? Morgause shook her head, placing her hand gently against the bandaged wound before replying. "Thank you, no."
"I was fortunate; the wound was not deep, and the court physician has already tended to it," nodding as she spoke, she let her arm fall back to her side. "I thank you for the offer, though..." she trailed off, realizing she didn't know the manservant's name. Not that it was of any consequence, really, but being the prince's servant, it was likely she would be seeing more of the boy. Crossing forward, Morgause made her way to the table not too far from the door, leaning against it gently, position rather casual for a woman, though all things considered, it was hardly the most unusual thing she was to do that eve. "You assist Gaius in addition to serving as Arthur Pendragon's manservant?" she questioned gently, cocking her head slightly to the side as she spoke. "I do not envy you. It must be a rather hectic life you lead."
A pensive look overtook her features when he asked about where she had received her training. It wasn't a question she had been expecting, and as such, it took her a moment to respond. "I have had several teachers over the years," she responded, a far away look in her eyes. "It was not looked upon kindly that I would take up arms, and even less that I became so skilled in the arts of combat." Morgause chuckled lightly, remembering Nimueh's protests to her ambitions over the years, the countless times she had been on the receiving end of a long winded lecture on how training with a sword was ill befitting of a Priestess such as herself. Though if anything, Nimueh's disapproval had spurred her on at the time. And now, look what it had gotten her -- she had defeated the prince in a duel, and received his word that he would come to her, and accept the challenge she would lay down for him. This would mark the beginning of magic's return to Camelot.
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Post by rawr on Mar 15, 2012 8:22:28 GMT -5
Morgause sighed as she flexed her arm -- wounded in the duel against Arthur Pendragon, though all things considered, it could have gone much worse. Not that she had ever hand any doubt in her abilities to best the boy. Quite to the contrary, in fact. She had been mildly surprised when he had managed to strike a damaging blow, though not dismayed. It wasn't as though she couldn't heal herself with relative ease. She was, after all, a trained priestess of the Old Religion. It would just have to wait until she was out of the castle -- back upon the Isle of the Blessed -- so as not to arouse suspicion. The court physician had been sent to see to her wounds earlier in the evening, which she found a bit curious. The elder male had taken quite an interest in her, though she supposed it was only natural. She was, after all, a complete unknown in these lands, and had managed to defeat the crown prince in what was meant to be a duel to the death.
As if Arthur Pendragon should get off so easily.
Hand dropping to her side, her fingers grazed the cool metal of the healing bracelet she wore, powerless to stop the way her heart skipped at the thought of her sister. After so many years, she had finally been afforded the chance to meet Morgana, though it was on dire business. And she hadn't disappointed. Though, from what Morgause had heard of their family, Morgana took her looks from their father, while she gained hers from their mother. The ghost of a smile flashing across her features, Morgause turned towards the door, resolving to visit her sister's chambers before the night was out. The Lady Morgana had initially refused her gift, but she had just as much claim to the bracelet as Morgause herself -- and she could certainly use it more.
Giving a small nod, she turned, debating her next course of action. She was drawn out of her thoughts, however, by a light knock at her door. Brow knitting in mild confusion, she paused, glancing down at herself. She was still dressed casually, in a pair of breeches, and a loose white shirt, breasts bound, as they had been for the duel. She could only hope that it was no one of standing who had come to pay her a visit. Dark gaze shifting to the door to her temporary chambers, she cocked her head to the side, catching a glimpse of a dark haired boy peeking around the edge of the door. A servant, likely. "Yes?" she responded lightly, a bit of her confusion seeping into her tone. "What is it you need of me?" the sorceress questioned, tone carefully polite.
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Post by rawr on Mar 11, 2012 14:42:43 GMT -5
"As good as dead," she repeated, smirk replaced with a look of faux pensiveness. "I see," she continued, feigning sincerity, though the mix of emotions in her dark eyes easily betrayed the truth. Disdain, displeasure, and just a hint of amusement shone in her gaze. "Then surely, our victory is assured! Magic will be returned to Camelot -- ah, but wait," she cut off, the facade of celebration falling from her features as she pushed off the wall, taking a few steps towards the center of the courtyard, towards her mentor whose foolish plans continually amounted to naught. "'As good as dead' doesn't do anyone any good. Least of all us," she spat, narrowing her eyes at the High Priestess.
Were she being entirely honest, Morgause would admit to mild surprise that the Wraith Nimueh had raised had been defeated -- after all, it was a notoriously difficult task to accomplish -- but given the other woman's track record lately... Well, the sight of the brunette pacing the courtyard of the Isle of the Blessed, muttering under her breath in poorly concealed anger and frustration had become a much more common sight as of late. And truth be told, Morgause was beginning to believe that her mentor was losing her touch...had she ever had it in the first place. She couldn't even remember the last time Nimueh had returned triumphant from one of her quests against Camelot. There would, of course, be the occasional intermediate phase, where she would return, pleased to report that things had begun as she had planned them, but when it came right down to it, her hopes were always dashed in the end. It was growing quite tiresome.
"And perhaps I would not have," she responded, giving a flippant shrug. After all, who could say how she would have reacted had she been the one in Nimueh's situation. But therein lay the fault in the High Priestess' reasoning. Morgause would never have chosen such pedantic, trite means to overthrow Uther. If the king was slain by magic, in what way would that bring about its return to the kingdom? She shook her head, features contorting into a scowl as she advanced ever closer to Nimueh. "Though you underestimate me if you think I would use the same methods as you insist upon, Nimueh," the elder woman's name fell from her lips like a curse, little better than the way any of the priestesses would speak the name of the King. "Perhaps you should leave this task to me in the future."
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Post by rawr on Mar 11, 2012 8:49:19 GMT -5
Scoffing, Morgause looked up from the book she had been pouring over upon hearing footsteps in the courtyard. Most of the priestesses were busy, off tending to whatever matters needed tending to, leaving the young woman to her own devices. She had already trained with the blood guards earlier in the day, and had since changed from her chainmail and breeches, back into the luxurious red silk dress that seemed to be so against the ways of her mentor. Nimueh. While Morgause would readily admit that she owed the elder woman her life, the two women were as different as night and day -- as different as two priestesses of the Old Religion could be. As far as Morgause was concerned, Nimueh was going soft in her old age -- despite the fact that she didn't seem to age physically at all -- all of her plans, every single plot to bring about Uther's downfall, they all hinged upon using some unrelated third party. And without fail, each and every plan was thwarted.
Were it up to her, Camelot would be taken by force, rather than through backhanded trickeries, and magics more befitting of street performers than priestesses of the Old Way. No, were it up to her -- as it would be some day, she was sure of it -- they would lay siege to Camelot, go on the offensive, burn and pillage until nothing remained to stand between them, and Uther's throne. Once the hierarchy had been razed to the ground, then and only then could magic properly return.
Giving a small sigh, the priestess closed the ancient tome before her, deciding to see who had returned to the Isle, though she had a fairly good idea already. Making her way out to the courtyard swiftly and gracefully, she was greeted by the long familiar sight of her mentor. Pale lips twisting into a smirk, she leaned against the door frame, tucking a stray lock of wavy golden hair behind her ear, eyeing Nimueh in silence for a few moments before finally speaking. "Went so well, then, did it?" tone dripping with sarcasm, it was clear that she had expected the latest of Nimueh's plans to fail just as the past several had. And judging by the High Priestesses' presence here, she hadn't been mistaken.
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Post by rawr on Mar 5, 2012 17:13:16 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Morgause
.:Nick Name:. n/a
.:Age:. Twenty-four
.:Race:. Camelotian
.:Status:. High Priestess of the Old Religion.
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Standing at five feet six inches, she is just slightly above the average height for women. She has long blonde hair, that flows in loose curls down to her mid-back, just touching the edge of her shoulder blades, and dark eyes that border brown and black.
.:Height:. 5'6"
.:Portrayed by:. Emilia Fox
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Morgause is incredibly manipulative, taking great pride and pleasure in her ability to twist people into doing her will. She is an expert at portraying whatever emotions others expect, or need to see, and can appear soft and gentle when the situation calls for it, or cold and merciless. For the most part, the latter is closest to being the truth, as she has had deep hatred instilled into her since shortly after her birth, but there are a select few who she does genuinely care about; her half-sister Morgana being among them. As important as extracting her revenge upon Uther was to her, protecting her sister came first, and she showed genuine fear and worry upon realising that she had been poisoned.
.:Strengths:.
.:Weaknesses:.
.:Magic Abilities:. Like her sister and mother, Morgause has magic flowing through the very core of her being. She knows a vast array of spells, and has been trained in the ways of the Old Religion from birth, by the Priestesses.
.:Special Skills:. She's a skilled swordstress, and a master of manipulation.
.:Accents:. A light mix of British and Irish
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Camelot
.:Family:. Gorlois and Vivienne were her parents, and Morgana Le Faye is her half-sister.
.:Occupation:. High Priestess of the Old Religion
.:Current Location of Residence:. She has a tendency to wander, never staying in one place for too long, but never straying too far from her sister's side either.
.:History:. Morgause was born just before the beginning of Uther Pendragon's Great Purge against magic, to one of Camelot's noble families: the house of Gorlois. She inherited her magic from her mother, Vivienne, as did Morgana. Of course, considering that Vivienne was the mother of Uther's illegitimate daughter, she was spared, though Morgause was not. She was marked to be killed in the purge, and her parents went to Gaius, asking him to smuggle their daughter out of the city, and deliver her to the High Priestesses of the Old Religion, which he did, swearing an oath to Gorlois and Vivienne to never reveal the fact that Morgause had lived, leading Uther to believe that she had been killed in the Purge.
The High Priestesses raised Morgause, instructing her in the ways of the Old Religion, training her in the use of her powers. With their help, the already powerful sorceress grew in strength, powers nearly rivaling the legendary Emrys...though not quite. She also trained physically, becoming an incredibly skilled swordsman. When the time came, in her mind, she rode into Camelot, in the guise of a knight, easily taking out five Knights of Camelot, before throwing down a gauntlet, challenging Prince Arthur to a duel. He accepted, and the following day was defeated in combat by Morgause, who spared his life under the condition that he accept the next challenge. Of course, he accepted once more, and when he arrived, Morgause conjured forth an image of Arthur's mother, who told him the truth about his birth, causing a rift between Arthur and Uther, which much to Morgause's chagrin, Merlin managed to mend.
Over time, Morgause put into action several plans to attempt to kill and overthrow Uther, and bring about a new age in Camelot, maintaining contact with Morgana at every opportunity, eventually revealing their true relationship to her. As time passed, Morgana's loyalty shifted farther and farther from Uther and Arthur towards Morgause, until her sister was the sole person she was loyal to, and trusted.
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