Morrigan (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} iamsoscrewed) wrote,@ 2009-04-28 01:22:00 |
 |
|||
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Name; Morrigan. No last name. No middle name. Just Morrigan. For official documents, she's just Morrigan Blank. As Gemma left the field blank and they just went with it.
Nicknames; Dear girl and crow. Yup, original.
Age; Her body is twenty, her mind is twenty seven.
Birthday; September 11, 1939. Or July 15, 1965.
Alumna; She didn't go to school, or at least anything that anyone would know that was still alive. Her body went to Belfast Royal Academy.
Wand; Doesn't have one. Both incarnations of Morrigan were muggles. Her only magic comes from the fact that she is in fact dead. Something like an inferi raised from the dead to file paperwork. Seriously, she thinks it blows.
Mother; Unnecessary information.
Father; See above.
Home; Morrigan grew up in Sonoma, California. In the late 30s. It's was brilliant. Her family managed a winery and she rode horses and went surfing a lot. She also grew up in Belfast, Northern Ireland. And dodged bullets and bricks. She now lives in the basement of the Ministry of Magic, in her office which has been converted into a rather nice flat. She doesn't have to pay rent so it works out really well for her.
Personality; Guess what? She hates this. No really. Actually she does her job really well, she doesn't mind filing papers and lounging around the Ministry. Just don't ask her to care. She might, deep down, care about something. But she doesn't show it. What's the point? She's so far out of touch with everything that is going on that Morrigan just doesn't connect with people. They all die. So what's the point, right? She'll help out the war and pick sides and pretend to care. If only because there might be cake in it for her. She does like cake, it's sort of one of those things you need when working in the basement. She'll drop paperwork in the lift, burn them, pretend they don't exist and then complain that Dexter is writing in the air again. She thinks he's really weird and wonders why she's forced to work with him. After all, she's sure he's insane.
Personal History; Morrigan is two people. Really. Her soul is from a surfer girl in California and her body is from a socialite in Ireland. Morrigan's soul was killed by a shark attack during the summer of '66. Okay, so maybe she was a bit hopped up on some sort of acid at the time. But come on, everyone was doing it. Or at least all of the cool kids. So she paddles out to the really gnarly waves and starts riding them before the high kicks in. Before too long, she's seeing purple clouds and this thing that looks like a giant friendly muffin in the water next to her. So what does any normal kid do? She tries to eat the muffin. Which turns out to be a shark. Which turns out not to really like teeth in it. It then turns and eats Morrigan causing the shark to trip out for a week and wind up on shore down in San Francisco. You'd better believe that shit was all over the hippie news. There were fliers, man. Fliers.
The other Morrigan wasn't quite as fun. She was killed in a gas attack in Northern Ireland when a group of rebels decided they needed to gas her coffee shop she was sitting in. Because lattes are the end of the world and they must be taken down. A few days later, Morrigan joined up with Morrigan and became Morrigan. And if you think that's hard to understand, just imagine you are a twenty year old dead acid junkies soul reattached to a body and try to figure it out just what in the hell just happened to you. It's hard, yo.
Height; Five foot four.
Weight; Souls don't weigh much, but that lounging around doing nothing as an Irish girl gave her the ability to be really thin but look damn good while doing it.
Eyes; Blue.
Hair; Long and straight, usually pulled away from her face. It's a dark blonde colour, which makes her wonder if only blondes get to work in the Ministry. As Dexter doesn't get to work there, because he's weird.
Dress Style; Whatever she has. It doesn't matter. Jeans and a zip up jumper one day, skirt and jacket the next. It's whatever is clean.
Occupation; File clerk and Dexter annoyer at the Department of Mysteries. Her official title is Gemma's Bitch. No really, it's on her files. Which she had to file on her own.
Beliefs about Purity; She's dead. What does it matter?
Chosen Side; Well, she's working for Gemma, who's a Death Eater. So, she's a Death Eater.
Partner;
Romantic Status;
Morrigan