Description

Ruler of the Goddess of War
⌈The City is my plaything, and should anyone forget that, I will make sure that they remember.⌋

⌈Themes⌋

In This Moment || Beast Within
Shinedown || Burning BrightShinedown || Sound of Madness
30 Seconds to Mars || Attack

⌈The gods are feeble, and fall to me. They try to stand against me, but always fail.⌋

⌈Nickname⌋
[ Mother | The Creator | Hera ]

⌈Age⌋
[ UNKNOWN ]

⌈Gender⌋
[ Female ]

⌈Race⌋
[ Human ]

⌈Role⌋
[ Morrigan is the ruler of the City of Olympus, and the "Mother" of the genetic experiments known as the Knights ]

⌈Face Claim⌋
[ Meiko | Vocaloid ]

⌈What can properly explain perfection? Alas, there are no words.⌋

⌈Hair Color⌋
[ Crimson | Red | Brown ]

⌈Eye Color⌋
[ Crimson | Brown ]

⌈Skin Tone⌋
[ Pale ]

⌈Height⌋
[ 5'9" ]

⌈Weight⌋
[ 140 lbs. ]

⌈I am the Alpha and Omega, Beginning and End. I am the one who casts the die and writes the rules. Nothing happens in my city without my say-so.⌋

⌈Potential Interest⌋
None: Morrigan is already a mother, un a certain, twisted sense of the word. Her narcistic personality and twisted way of looking at others, and her wish to create a "God" has left her without the ability to actually feel anything towards another person. Even her professed "love" for her "children" is nothing but a farce.

⌈Skills⌋

Genetic Experimentation

Psychoanalysis

Charisma

Torture

⌈You shall not rise against me, for I am above everyone.⌋

⌈Other⌋

OTHER
⌈Habits⌋

Nail-biting

Tapping

⌈Likes⌋

Control

The Dark

⌈Dislikes⌋

Physical Contact

Love

⌈Strengths⌋

Hatred

Coldness

⌈Weaknesses⌋

Understanding

Xeroderma Pigmentosum

⌈Why ask me to explain it? Surely your small minds are far too weak to grasp one so perfect as I.⌋

⌈Personality⌋

Manipulative | Cold | Insane | Brilliant

PERSONALITY GOES HERE

⌈My past is my own, and no one else's. It is none of your business, and I will not tell you.⌋

⌈History⌋
HISTORY GOES HERE

⌈The City is mine, and mine alone. My children will grow and run and play, and no one will-- no, no one can stop them.⌋

So begins...

Morrigan Kendrick's Story

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Olympus

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#2014-08-25 16:50:43, as written by Asilian

Morrigan's fingers drummed softly on the arm of the straight-back wooden chair in which she sat. Three months, and none of her Knights, not even Terra Knight, her best fighter, was unable to bring the miscreant home. Freyr Yamauchi had fled, leaving his own sister behind in order to escape with his own skin. A soft hiss escaped from her mouth, her crimson eyes seemingly glowing in the darkness.

"Kali..." The name was barely a whisper, but the small blonde girl still appeared, melting out of the shadows.

"You called, Mother...?"

For a long few seconds, Morrigan said nothing. She simply drummed her fingers on the arm of the chair, making a dull, hollow, ringing sound within the walls. Kali waited silently, her head down, crystal blue eyes staring steadly down at the floor. "I need you to find someone. Everyone else has failed. Can you do this, my daughter?"

"Of course, Mother."

Kali walked back to her quarters, her expression one of dull lifelessness. Her once sparkling eyes were flat, as if seeing nothing. She had work to do, and a fellow to find before she set out. Her eyes landed on another door, and she knocked once. "Loki."

Bright crimson eyes stared out at the fortress in front of him. A shock of blonde hair fell into his vision, and he shoved it out of the way. He was only half-listening to the man speaking behind him. There was simply too much on his mind.

"...And really, you know beter than anyone that there is not much of a way in, save for Kali's abilities, without being seen. As of now, your head is wanted on several different spikes, probably in quite a few pieces right now..." Amun raised a purple eyebrow. "Freyr, are you even listening to me?"

His eyes narrowed. "I thought I told you not to call me that. But then, I suppose you are the last person I can trust. Can I trust you?"

Amun smiled. "I never said you couldn't..." His grin grew wicked then. "But I never said you could, either."

Freyr huffed.

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#2014-08-26 06:26:10, as written by Taunbon

Minerva stared at the chest board in front of her as if willing the pieces to move with her mind alone. The week had been productive, she had completed the incubation chamber upgrades she had been planning to reduce the odds of 'deformities' and 'abnormalities' in the creation of more Gods, yet here she sit, staring at the black and brown oak board as her mother was off thinking of them. The traitor who had ran with his tail between his legs and now sought to make her mother's like difficult by grouping together with other rejects. It made her sick. She knew, of course, that under different circumstances, she would have been one of those defections, but she was different. She... was different.

Reaching out with her small hand, her eyes traced the burned scars that ran along the back of her hand and wrist, the skin looked as if someone had grabbed it and twisted until it started to warp out of shape, almost like a bag that had been crunched together. It could never go back to what it was before. Moving her bishop, she declared checkmate, on herself. She often played alone, few people knew how to play, and she had no desire to teach the others as they were, more often then not, utterly incompetent. She had better ways to spend her time as even playing against herself was better then that.

With the game finished, to which she tried to drag out as long as possible, Minerva leaned back in her wooden chair, ignoring the way it forced her scars to pull uncomfortably against the hard surface. She had other projects to work on, but the lack of attention for her newest project had hit a little closer to home then she wanted to admit, she was content to sit alone for a bit to collect and gather her bitter thoughts.

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