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Post by breezy on Nov 1, 2010 20:43:07 GMT -5
Feeling as though the guilt of lying to Arthur would suffocate her, Morgana could feel her chin begin to vaguely tremble. Her jaw tightened as she bit down onto her tongue in an effort to stop the flow of words that would confess the truth, it was best for her to keep her newfound discovery of herself secret. Though she trusted Arthur, Uther was his father and he might just let it slip of her powers. She watched, her eyes widening as Arthur spoke, and hastily she once more turned her head from him. Morgana was a strong woman, yet her protective barrier was beginning to crumble. And it was all because of Uther. Despite that she cared for the King, as he had cared for her after the death of her father, but the mere thought of his name burned the tip of her tongue. In a sense she blamed him for the death of her father.
A quiet sigh escaped her lips as Arthur placed a hand on her back and led her to the bed, urging to sit and calm herself. How she could ever accomplish such a feat was beyond her imagination as Morgana felt liked some sort of caged animal. Expelling the air that was trapped within her lungs Morgana gazed down at the floor, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Unconsciously she began to fiddle with a ring on her right hand, the jewel glittering as the rays of light hit the precious gem. “That is very chivalrous of you,” she chuckled softly brushing an obsidian curl from her face, “not that I’m least bit surprised. But I doubt the Druids would have inflicted any serious harm upon me.”
She swallowed and peered over at Arthur, doing her best to smile and reassure him that she was fully okay. Knowing that he wanted to continue with her description Morgana bluntly inquired, “What exactly is it that you wish to know? Shall I explain in depth of their treatment of me?” Her statement held a bitter tone yet upon realizing her mistake she shook her head and stared apologetically towards Arthur, giving a slightly shake of her shoulders. He had been concerned for her well-fare. She was fortunate to have a friend such as him.
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Post by breezy on Nov 1, 2010 15:49:35 GMT -5
As the door swung open Morgana smiled kindly up towards Arthur, her blue-green eyes widening in surprise at the comical expression that was plastered across his face. She stifled a giggle by concealing her mouth with her hand, biting down onto her lower lip in an effort not to offend her friend. Nodding politely she stepped into Arthur’s chambers, her eyes traveling over the room nonchalantly, the familiar scenery nothing out of the ordinary. Upon stopping she pivoted on her toes and faced him, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Yes, it is a beautiful morning.” It struck her as odd that Arthur was so enthralled with the pleasant weather. It wasn’t something that he would normally go on about.
“I…am doing extraordinary well thank you,” Morgana chuckled answering Arthur’s question, finding his bubbly attitude to be greatly entertaining. Curiosity flowed through her veins propelled by the steady beating of her heat, yet she held her tongue as she wanted to observe more of Arthur’s unusual behavior. “I would ask you the same question yet to me it seems as though you are doing just fine.” Morgana left it at that hoping Arthur would just come out and explain the cause of his immense happiness. Inwardly she pondered if a particular girl has caught his fancy.
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Post by breezy on Oct 31, 2010 18:42:10 GMT -5
A gentle voice stirred Morgana from her slumber. For a moment she dismissed the sound as nothing more then a mere dream, but suddenly the realization dawned upon her that morning had indeed come and along with it her dear friend Guinevère. Covering her mouth, in an attempt to politely conceal her yawn, Morgana sat up and leaned back against the bed’s headboard. A brilliant smile spread across her mouth, turning the corners of her lips upward towards the ceiling. Stretching, in order to rid herself of any excess sleep, Morgana beamed up towards Guinevère. “Good morning,” she exclaimed brushing a lock of hair from her eyes.
Morgana knew deep within her bones that the upcoming day would be enjoyable and that she would have a pleasant time with Guinevère. Pushing back the satin sheets, Morgana sat up higher and inquired of Gwen, “Did you sleep well?” Glancing up towards her friend, feeling renewed and refreshed from a good nights rest, Morgana waited for her response. She hoped that it would be positive. Wrapping an ebony curl about her finger she continued to stare up towards Gwen in content, the sunshine that rained in through the windows warming her pallid skin.
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Post by breezy on Oct 31, 2010 18:00:16 GMT -5
Morgana had been busying herself within her chambers, preoccupied with random thoughts, when a knocking upon her door broke her silent trance. She rolled off of her bed, the luxurious sheets ruffling beneath her weight, and stood adjusting her cerulean gown. With a brief glance in the mirror, to check that her reflection was presentable, she quickly strode towards the door and with a tug opened it. Standing outside of Morgana’s door was a servant, he informed her that her presence had been requested by Arthur and she was to see him right away. She nodded and thanked the man before closing the door behind her and making her way over to Arthur’s chambers, curious as to what he required.
Biting her lower lip, turning right into a different corridor, she pondered the reasons and thought that Arthur had been acting a bit oddly as of late. This wasn’t too alarming, considering perhaps it was merely a phase, yet a feeling within her gut informed her that his unusual conduct had a particular motive and she would soon discover the cause. After a couple of moments she had reached the door that led into Arthur’s chambers and a soft sigh burst through her lips. She reached out an ashen fist and rapped lightly on the door. “Arthur,” she called out, “It is Morgana.” She stood patiently, waiting to be allowed entrance. Peering over her shoulders she noted to her surprise that no one was in the hallway except for a lone guard near the end.
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Post by breezy on Oct 31, 2010 17:40:00 GMT -5
“Arthur,” exclaimed Morgana forcing a grin upon her face. Placing her palms onto the arm rests; she pushed herself upwards and faced Arthur. His concern sparked a flame of guilt within her stomach, through choosing to run off she had caused others to worry, yet her reasons for her abrupt departure were logical. If Arthur knew then surely he would understand. Or, at least, she prayed he would. “I am well, thank you,” Morgana reaffirmed nodding her head politely in his direction, her lips meshed together in comforting smile yet a sparkle of sorrow within her eyes betrayed her emotions.
“I do not believe I’ve thanked you properly yet, for risking your life to save me.” She took a step closer, the bottom of her emerald gown skimming the stone floor creating a soft swish; her head tilted a degree forward with black curls framing her face. It was comforting to know that she could rely upon certain individuals within the castle, but it did little to calm the unease that had begun to fester within her mind. Lifting her gaze from the ground she peered upwards toward Arthur, studying his expression. She knew he wanted answers.
Inhaling deeply, Morgana turned her head from him and chose to instead focus her gaze on the wall; she counted the numerous blocks of stone that procured the castle. For a moment she stood there wordlessly, recollecting her thoughts before stating, “The Druids…” She wanted so desperately to explain the truth yet the possible consequences frightened her too much, so she found it best to somewhat defend The Druids. “They…” Morgana stammered, “did not treat me poorly.” |
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Post by breezy on Oct 30, 2010 15:51:02 GMT -5
Morgana sat within her chamber laden with thoughts, memories of the recent occurrences flooding her mind. Placing a slender finger to her temple she sighed from her seated position near the open window, and gazed out across Camelot. A tender breeze billowed through the opening and picked up the ends of her obsidian curls, the gusts of air playing lightly with the tips of dark hair. Despite the relieved gratitude she had previously displayed upon returning to the castle and embracing Uther, her eyes gleamed with apprehension over the situation. The Druids were a people she could relate to, they were the few who would understand her. And now here she was, just as she had been days before, frightened that Uther would discover her magical abilities and have her executed.
Folding her arms across her chest hunched over in her seat, it appeared as though Morgana was chilled and clutching at any remaining heat within her body. Truthfully she wasn’t the least bit cold, temperature wise, yet something about the past events sent shivers down her spine. If Druids were killed for their magic then surely she would be as well. With a sharp shake of her head, to free herself from her upsetting reverie, Morgana focused upon the people that adorned the street until a soft knocking upon her door caused her to pivot in her seat. She faced the door, an expression of false contentment mixed with a genuine trace of curiosity painted clearly upon her features. “Come in,” she called staring towards the door.
Setting: Morgana’s chambers after the episode The Nightmare Begins
Tags: Prince Arthur Pendragon
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Post by breezy on Oct 30, 2010 14:22:24 GMT -5
 | ~ ⢠~ | Character Basics | ~ ⢠~ |
.:Name of Character:.Lady Morgana
.:Nick Name:. The Witch (called this by The Dragon)
.:Age:. Early twenties
.:Status:. Royalty/Nobility (Morgana is the illegitimate daughter of Uther and was believed to be the daughter of Gorlois, Utherâs close friend. After the death of Gorlois she was taken in by Uther as the Kingâs Ward.)
| ~ ⢠~ | Appearance | ~ ⢠~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Morganaâs ashen face is framed by thick, ebony curls that reach to her elbows. Her eyes are a startling blue-green and are adorned by dark lashes. She had a slim figure and is usually dressed in fine gowns ranging from a soft lavender to a dark crimson.
.:Height:. 5â4â
.:Portrayed by:. Katie McGrath
| ~ ⢠~ | Personality | ~ ⢠~ |
.:Personality:.At first Morgana had a kind demeanor, though by no means was she weak. She has a fiery personality and often stood up to Uther who was her guardian. Despite her well-bred manners Morgana has a good amount of independence which fuels her sassy temperament. When needed she is able to wield a sword and defend herself and others. She has a fond affection for Guinevère and often teases Arthur, their bickering merely friendly banter. Though inwardly she feels a sort of hatred towards Uther who she believes left her supposed father, Gorlois, to die by not sending reinforcements during a battle.
As time goes on her persona grows darker, at times she has plotted against Uther. Yet she is troubled by her dreams and eventually discovers that she has the ability of magic. At first this discovery frightens her but over time, with the help of Merlin; she grows more comfortable with the knowledge.
.:Strengths:.
She has the ability of magic and can see the future (in her dreams). Also she is quite capable of wielding a sword. Being the Kingâs ward she was given a proper education and is an intelligent woman.
.:Weaknesses:. Her anger is quick and often gets her in trouble with Uther. Morgana is blinded by rage and holds a grudge against Uther for indirectly killing Gorlois and lying to her about her true heritage. She gets too carried away by emotion. At times she had difficulty understanding/controlling her powers.
.:Magic Abilities:. She is a seer and a witch, in her dreams future events will play before her eyes.
.:Special Skills:. Being able to use a sword.
.:Accents:.Camelot accent
| ~ ⢠~ | History | ~ ⢠~ |
.:Birthplace:.Morgana was born and raised in Camelot.
.:Family:. Originally she believed herself to be the daughter of Gorlois, a close friend of Utherâs, and Vivienne. Yet it was revealed that she in fact is the daughter of Uther who had an affair with her mother, Vivienne, while Gorlois was away. After the death of Gorlois (for her mother at the time had passed away) was taken in by Uther as his ward, though she did not know that in reality she was Utherâs daughter.
.:Occupation:. I donât believe Morgana has a specific job.
.:Current Location of Residence:. Camelot (the castle)
.:History:.
Born to Vivienne and Gorlois, Morgana was raised well as her parents were well respected by the king. Uther and Gorlois were good friends and Gorlois died fighting for Uther in a battle while Uther failed to send reinforcements. Her mother also perished before the death of her supposed father. During her childhood Morgana was plagued by nightmares, later discovering her dreams to be the result of the magic that flows within her blood; Gaius gave her medicine and cured her frightening dreams. Despite the fact that after Gorloisâs death Uther had adopted Morgana as his ward, she still feels bitter towards the man believing Uther to be responsible for Gorloisâs death. She befriends Merlin, Guinevère, and Arthur who is like a brother to her and who she teases profoundly (he in fact is her half-brother). Later her nightmares return and she is comforted by Merlin, and learns that she possesses magic. Regardless of the fact that Uther raised her well, though she would fight with him and at times was put in the dungeons, Morgana turned against Camelot and plotted against Uther with the help of her half-sister Morgause (who may or may not be in fact her half-sister). |
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