Dress [Morrigan] the [Wilde] Soul

[Morrigan Wilde]

MORRIGAN WILDE
.:Dress the Soul:.

Name: Morrigan Gwenivere Oscarina Wilde

Town: Fell's Church

Gender: Female

Race: Vampire

Short Desription
Morrigan's stunning eyes are her very best feature, able to hold a gaze for hours on end. A silvery gray-blue color they are entrancing and also decieving. While they may appear to tell a tale of sadness, deceit, and betrayal she really holds anger, vengeance, and arrogance in her heart. Her skin is pale, like a pan of milk, soft to the touch, and rather delicate. She can appear to be rather pixie-like at times due to the fact that she may come off as tiny and innocent when busy with something that excites her. When angered she will look as fierce as her court's reputation, with her eyes becoming dark and black and her mouth becoming twisted into somewhat of a snarl.

Clothing choice for her is simple. She likes modern human items of clothing and hair and body styles. Piercings are a favorite of hers, although no matter what she does they will fill quickly and the piercing will somehow be pushed out. She likes durable black pieces of clothing, especially if it has silver decorations (whether it be buttons or the like), because they help her blend in with the night. Her hair is usually shorter and barely reaches her shoulders at it's longest. Colored streaks are a common sight when Morrigan is involved, and she usually opts for deep reds.

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 118 Pounds

Eye Color: Silvery gray-blue

Hair Color: Naturally she is a dark brown, but she has died it black and streaked it red.

*Anything Else: Not that I know of right now.

Personality
High strung, anxious, opinionated, and strong-willed, Morrigan is difficult to get along with. She's firey and passionate and most likely will debate anything until death. She does not and will never take an arguement or debate lightly, and if she admits she's wrong about something you'd best take it as a compliment because sucking up her pride is one of the hardest things she'll ever have to do. With a brazen and blunt attitude, Morrigan will take nothing from anyone, and expects respect for her to give respect. And while her choice of clothing, hair, and piercings may make unsuspecting people naturally wary of her, she is sweet to anyone who wishes to befriend her and treat her decently. Her trust is easily broken and hard to win. If anyone were to insult her she would be sure they were served with some form of punishment.

Morrigan will always follow her own way, and while she may conform to a certain clique when it comes to style and maybe choice of music, Morrigan rarely conforms to society as a whole when it comes to matters of philosphy, morality, and political debates. She is a radicalist with radical ideas, eager to prove herself, yet she could care less about starting a new evolution. She has a gravelly voice when she speaks. And cannot tolerate people who are "all talk, and no action".

While no one can pinpoint at what point and time Morrigan really began to expand ideas of her own, she has always been somewhat neurotic and unpredictable mentally. Often she will jump from thought to thought, sometimes confusing her allies with her enemies. Hints of paranoia have sprung to the surface of Morrigan recently, it is not apparent whether or not this should be considered worrisome, but so far all it has done is keep Morrigan from having a high rate of agreeableness.

Do's:
[+] Manipulation of the mind
[+] Doing whatever it takes to get your way
[+] Stay armed

Don'ts:
[+] Drugs are bad
[+] Don't trust unless it's for good reason
[+] Set random things on fire...arson is wrong

Likes:
[+] Long walks
[+] Classical music
[+] Marilyn Manson
[+] Camping out
[+] Discovering new things
[+] Intelligence

Dislikes:
[-] Cheaters
[-] Disloyalty
[-] Rap music
[-] Bad hygiene
[-] Bright lights of any kind

*Anything Else:
Nope

History:
(coming soon, I swear...but I'm bad with history)

Goals:
Morrigan lives for today...right now all she cares about is going to a car show in the morning.

Moto:
"Time is of the essence"

Childhood:
Being that Morrigan can barely understand how old she is, she doesn't remember her childhood all the well. But she does know that is was a simple one, and a good one.

*Anything else:
Nope

Rp Example:
(recycled)
Well, this was certainly something new. All of it. New Jersey seemed rather different to Syringe than most places she'd been. And although she had traveled all the way from Illinois, looking for some new place to set up and get on with it all, she had difficulty getting used to it. The idea of moving had seemed simple to her at first - and it really wasm but only the idea - and it turned out that she had had to eliminate some of of her items from her list of things to take with her. The apartment she had chosen was tiny, good for her considering she didn't spend much time in it, and it couldn't hold very many of her larger items without looking cluttered. And Syringe could certainly have none of that. Cleanliness was important to the simple life. She did not wish to be the one screwing that up this time around.

Syringe made her way down the streets easily. She had no car at the moment, and while she was considering the idea of getting one she wasn't really in a rush to do so. As she walked on she spotted many a teenager. There was a high school not far from where she was standing, so she was under the impression that school was out for the week. Friday. She remembered how eager she was to leave school and begin the weekend. Perhaps not quite as eager as some of her friends, they practically jumped out of their seats when the last bell rang, because the thought of having homework hanging over her head until Sunday (she had never done it until the last moment) disgusted her.

Syringe tossed her hair slightly. She had cut it the shortest it had been in a long time, and it just reached her shoulders. It was a clean cut style, not really her, and she doubted she would have the time to put any effort into it every day. Wash and brush was her standard routine. Her dark eyes spotted a little girl, crying while a young woman, probably her mother, tried to comfort her. Syringe rolled her eyes. Who had the time for children now? And though she would never admit it, children threatened Syringe because she was always very afraid that she would hurt them.

Syringe was just reaching a row of fast food restauraunts, when she realized that she was hungry. The idea of eating what lay directly beside her was a repulsive thought, besides, what she really needed at the moment was a grocery store. A lunch of nothing but fruit sounded very good to her right about then, but she saw nothing where that may be provided to her. She'd have to keep on walking, and as she decided to do so she also decided that perhaps a map of New Jersey was also a good idea.

You've just walked in on your boyfriend and your best friend making-out, what do you do?

Reaction in Rp:
Morrigan whipped around. Had she just seen what she thought she had seen? Oh, hell no. She was always thinking she saw random things...like that guy all dressed in black swinging in a black swing. She had even convinced herself that she had a stalker who came complete with his own random swing set. Turned out, she was wrong...and she had already known it before. It was just so d**n strange.

But not nearly as strange as this. When she turned back to the couch her eyes narrowed. She wasn't sure if she was hurting or not...if she had even trusted anyone to begin with. Whether she had allowed anyone such a gift as her trust and loyalty. No...no, maybe she hadn't, really. But still...she hadn't expected this. Not at all. Very few things in the world had prepared her for this.

It took her a moment or so for her to find her voice. She was disgusted more than anything. All their carrying on about how they hated each other...hadn't it been a bit heavy and put on, come to think of it? But when she finally found her voice it came out strong, gravelly, forceful. "Joanna...who are you doing now?" She sneered slightly, allowing it to enter her voice. She looked down at her so-called boyfriend. He hadn't been that great a guy anyway. No sense of humour whatsoever...no sense of morbidity for her to play with. Nothing that really suited her. But still...she had enjoyed his company, for the moment.

While she glared at the two of them, she couldn't help grinning. Two less people in the world for her to care about...that was all.