Post by Morgan on Aug 29, 2014 18:09:24 GMT -5
Surface Identity
Birth Name: Morgan E. Irving
Alias: Morgan
Age: 17
Sexuality: Bisexual
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: White American, of Irish and German ancestry
Current Location: Miracle
Occupation: Courier, part of the Miracle Errand Service
Playby: Dino Cavallone
True Identity
Personality: With very few exceptions, Morgan is unwaveringly loyal and not one prone to giving up on those who need him, which is great considering he has no problem forming attachments to said people or things. It makes him unlikely to ditch anyone that needs his help, and even then he often comes to the aid of strangers at the drop of a hat. One could even say that he's tenacious in that regard. While it helps that he is physically able enough to back up this trait, such behavior easily descends into stubbornness if there's no one he defers to nearby.
If there's anyone he's particularly attached to (and that particular anvil will drop later), he'll have most of his energies focused on anything to do with that person. This could range anywhere from entertaining them, protecting them from harm, following them around, or even hunting them down to beat them up for anything they might have done (Hey, we didn't say those attachments were all positive). Chances are if he hasn't reached that level of focus on anything, then he subconsciously considers it out of his 'field', meaning most mentions of it will fly over his head and he just plain won't pay attention to whatever it was. When he's in this state, it looks like he's running on 'autopilot' and paying just enough attention to know that something is going on in his periphery but not making out the details. He isn't even aware that he isn't paying attention, maybe going so far as to agree to something and then not knowing just what he agreed to and landing himself in trouble when people call him out on it.
Given the events of the Fall and Rebirth, or rather in spite of it, he's developed a sense of humor in order to ward off the darker implications of living in what's essentially a post-apocalyptic world. Oftentimes this sense manifests in puns and witticisms, or blurting out whatever is on his mind depending on where he is and who he's with. However, his being used to saying everything that comes to him has left him to be rather tactless in the delivery of jokes, and that brand of humor doesn't amuse anyone aside from himself.
Even then, he's not that much of an insensitive jerk. If he sees someone down on their luck and it's not directly his fault (that he knows of), he's willing to motivate them to keep moving. In fact, he'll do that even if it is his fault. It's mostly him hoping that his own energy and drive is contagious and can latch on to people. Either his positivity wins or their negativity does, and he fears losing.
Not all competing things result in his choosing and sticking with a 'winning side', however. When it comes to people and their disputes, he will try to keep it as neutral as possible and give them as fair a chance as he can. He'll help both people out, the only exceptions being anyone who's ever caused him personal slights, those guilty of life-threatening offenses, or if one of those people happens to be his older brother Gabriel. Then he just sticks with Gabriel and that other person is screwed. In fact, anything involving Gabriel will end with whoever isn't him being screwed over.
Religious Beliefs: Before the Fall, he had been ambivalent about the idea of God or gods plural while being raised as a Catholic. He's very conflicted after the Fall, however, as he had most often criticized the 'believers' that only turned when something beneficial happened to them or when it looked like they would be deprived of salvation otherwise. For all intents and purposes, it is more practical to believe in Gaia and follow Her now that she's made Herself known, but he wouldn't be able to live with his own hypocrisy, so he's going to quietly believe and not go into full-on ass kissing.
Important Relationships: Gabriel – Morgan's older brother. He's not sure by how many years-- probably a little less than a decade. Gabriel's the only person in his direct family that Morgan would rate a 15 on the 'Give a Shit' meter, whereas their mother and father hit an 8 or 9 on a scale from 1 to 10. From what Morgan remembers, he and his brother both shared positive interest in sports. At the very least when comparing his current body build that of his brother's in an aged picture, he assumes they might have even shared the same skills.
History: Morgan considered his upbringing as he knew it to be 'Average'. His mother and father placed an emphasis on education and non-laborious work (in the physical sense). Either one of his parents must have been embittered by something in their own lives, and they imposed it on him as a way to keep him safe from the ills of the world. To their knowledge, there was nothing dangerous about clerical work in the local social services agency and that's where their son would be, for his own good.
He followed through with that for a time, but his older brother Gabriel was more influential than they were. He was the closest thing Morgan had to a peer aside from his classmates, and he knew things. How to fight, perform takedowns, use an opponent's momentum against them. Not through some really lame way like watching someone else fight on the television and copying it. It was firsthand experience from being part of his high school's wrestling team. And that was awesome. If it wasn't then the world would have to change its definition to include that, and fast.
Brother worship aside, it was a given that Gabriel would try getting Morgan interested in something other than a desk job by taking him on trips-- but not just to watch his wrestling matches or the boxing performances of his peers, he took him to football games, to the local track and field, any sport. If their parents were going to deprive Morgan of something amazing, he could at least learn what he was missing or decide on his own if it really was his 'thing' or not. Even if he didn't choose a sport, it would at least give him a hobby to offset the dangerously stress-free lifestyle their parents were raising him for.
Still, studies came first, and Morgan could choose his sport whenever he hit high school. Gabriel just wasn't around to see that happen.
During the summer break between Morgan's figurative wave goodbye to middle school and entry to high school, Gabriel had attracted the attention of wrestling colleges around the country and the scholarships lured him out of state. Before he packed his bags and left for good, he gave Morgan his pair of gauntlets and greaves for safe keeping, and also a few words of encouragement and a reassurance that he'd come visit every once in a while. Those visits were few and far between, but regardless, Morgan took control of his grades and his physical health and did it with aplomb, enrolling himself in track and field and balancing his grades with his training and social life.
It was a hassle, especially with his parents going on about the state of the world and how bad it was and musing about moving to a different country to escape the inevitable war looming on the horizon or something. He tried to push the negativity aside and pass his classes enough to keep on the team. He even pondered taking formal martial arts training on top of all of that to plug up whatever free time he would have in the summer, but with a lack of jobs that didn't encompass everything he despised (and therefore, his parents would love and pressure him to do) spending money on classes was noticeable and incurring any kind of debt was more noticeable still.
Morgan soon came of age to wear the armor his brother had left behind, and not long after that came the high school graduation. His brother wasn't able to make it because of an injury, but that didn't matter. Morgan wore the gauntlets and greaves and stashed an old picture in his jacket. His brother could be there in spirit.
After the hours-long ceremony marking yet another milestone, he chose to hang around with his friends for their group to say their respective goodbyes. When next they met, it would have to be over the internet, as they each followed the call to different universities.
Before the night was over they took pictures, each of them rotating their turns by passing the camera to the next person. When it was Morgan's turn, he paused. He waved the group closer and pointed to the camera screen showing a bright streak across the night sky.
"Was that a met--"
. . . .
He awoke beside an Yggdrasil tree among people he had a vague feeling were not his friends. Their lack of robes told him as much. He stripped the vesture away from himself and checked what he had. Regular clothes, armor, and an old picture. Hm.
The Decree was heard by everyone soon after, and in Morgan it instilled a sense of pride. Outside of the reach of the Yggdrasil trees was a land scarred by destruction and the remains of human invention. He and others had been chosen to fix this, and surely Gabriel was worthy too, right? It was awesome. Still, the intervention of Gaia to make this remotely possible left dread lurking in the back of his mind.
Throughout the next few years he latched on to different scavenger groups traveling what was left of the land, offering his skills in exchange for shelter. With his speed and reflexes he could find things they needed scattered among the ruin or hunt for small beastkin and animals they could eat. Still, humans were wary and as they knew their safety was guaranteed near the Yggdrasil, progress slowed and eventually halted but only for a time. He heard talk of taking a particular city back from the beasts that had taken it over, and that sounded promising. He joined in with the group that would later be responsible for the reconquering, and after months and months of planning thanks to the Benevolentias that could navigate and chart the city, the group mounted a series of attacks to clear a path to the center of the city, bit by bit.
They finally took root near the Yggdrasil planted there and after a time more people arrived to join with the citizens already there and rebuild a sizeable settlement. Chaos had calmed, and those that were daring enough continued their adventures outward by building paths out and to the Wilds. Morgan took a break from that and applied to the Miracle Errand Service to put his mad crazy track skills to good use. That is to say, with mad crazy parkour skills instead. Hell yeah!
Disorders/Illnesses: N/A for the time being
Gift
Virtue: Benevolentia
Virtue Marking Placement: Left hand, although he hides its presence by wearing a more ornate tattoo sleeve to cover the left arm, and frequently uses washable paints to 'continue' the tattoos across some of his torso.
Vice: As a Benevolentia, he requires the presence of company around him to keep himself in good health. His focus is on one specific person; his older brother Gabriel. In his absence, Morgan's kept his spirits high with other people, but that isn't quite the same.
Specializations: Quick Reflexes.
Regular Skills: Mid-distance (800m) running, parkour, above high-school level education
Weapons: Gauntlets & Greaves – pairs of steel-plated arm and shin armor, respectively. The steel plating on the gauntlets cover from elbow to most of the back of the hand, ending in built-in spiked knuckles. Steel mesh is wired on the inside and covers the same area plus the entire hand. The full greaves are surprisingly more decorative, with a gilded gold horse motif throughout and no built-in spikes anywhere.
Other Items: Graduation Picture: A picture of himself at his eighth-grade graduation, proudly holding a certificate. Three adults stand to either side of him. By coincidence or weird genetic fluke, Morgan and the youngest adult resemble each other the most.
Appearance
Build: 5'11, 160lbs, ectomorphic body build
Hair: Golden blonde, messy and strangely layered hair, with stray locks either fanning out, curving inward to frame his face, or just nearly covering his eyes. His hair's longest at the back, going just past the nape of his neck. Overall, none of this seems to bother him much and the possibility of his hair getting in the way of everything else he does … doesn't cross his mind.
Eyes: Aquamarine, with narrow flecks of yellow surrounding the irises.
Clothing Preference: Loose-fitting jackets over form-fitting T-shirts and loose/baggy jeans. He prefers the shirts with plain graphics and writing, or when available, no writing at all. Solid colors, no stripes.
Other: N/A
RP Sample:
Miscellaneous Information
OOC Account: That One Guy
Other Characters: -
Contact Information: PM or Chatango
Password: banananutmuffin, orangecreamsoda
Birth Name: Morgan E. Irving
Alias: Morgan
Age: 17
Sexuality: Bisexual
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: White American, of Irish and German ancestry
Current Location: Miracle
Occupation: Courier, part of the Miracle Errand Service
Playby: Dino Cavallone
True Identity
Personality: With very few exceptions, Morgan is unwaveringly loyal and not one prone to giving up on those who need him, which is great considering he has no problem forming attachments to said people or things. It makes him unlikely to ditch anyone that needs his help, and even then he often comes to the aid of strangers at the drop of a hat. One could even say that he's tenacious in that regard. While it helps that he is physically able enough to back up this trait, such behavior easily descends into stubbornness if there's no one he defers to nearby.
If there's anyone he's particularly attached to (and that particular anvil will drop later), he'll have most of his energies focused on anything to do with that person. This could range anywhere from entertaining them, protecting them from harm, following them around, or even hunting them down to beat them up for anything they might have done (Hey, we didn't say those attachments were all positive). Chances are if he hasn't reached that level of focus on anything, then he subconsciously considers it out of his 'field', meaning most mentions of it will fly over his head and he just plain won't pay attention to whatever it was. When he's in this state, it looks like he's running on 'autopilot' and paying just enough attention to know that something is going on in his periphery but not making out the details. He isn't even aware that he isn't paying attention, maybe going so far as to agree to something and then not knowing just what he agreed to and landing himself in trouble when people call him out on it.
Given the events of the Fall and Rebirth, or rather in spite of it, he's developed a sense of humor in order to ward off the darker implications of living in what's essentially a post-apocalyptic world. Oftentimes this sense manifests in puns and witticisms, or blurting out whatever is on his mind depending on where he is and who he's with. However, his being used to saying everything that comes to him has left him to be rather tactless in the delivery of jokes, and that brand of humor doesn't amuse anyone aside from himself.
Even then, he's not that much of an insensitive jerk. If he sees someone down on their luck and it's not directly his fault (that he knows of), he's willing to motivate them to keep moving. In fact, he'll do that even if it is his fault. It's mostly him hoping that his own energy and drive is contagious and can latch on to people. Either his positivity wins or their negativity does, and he fears losing.
Not all competing things result in his choosing and sticking with a 'winning side', however. When it comes to people and their disputes, he will try to keep it as neutral as possible and give them as fair a chance as he can. He'll help both people out, the only exceptions being anyone who's ever caused him personal slights, those guilty of life-threatening offenses, or if one of those people happens to be his older brother Gabriel. Then he just sticks with Gabriel and that other person is screwed. In fact, anything involving Gabriel will end with whoever isn't him being screwed over.
Religious Beliefs: Before the Fall, he had been ambivalent about the idea of God or gods plural while being raised as a Catholic. He's very conflicted after the Fall, however, as he had most often criticized the 'believers' that only turned when something beneficial happened to them or when it looked like they would be deprived of salvation otherwise. For all intents and purposes, it is more practical to believe in Gaia and follow Her now that she's made Herself known, but he wouldn't be able to live with his own hypocrisy, so he's going to quietly believe and not go into full-on ass kissing.
Important Relationships: Gabriel – Morgan's older brother. He's not sure by how many years-- probably a little less than a decade. Gabriel's the only person in his direct family that Morgan would rate a 15 on the 'Give a Shit' meter, whereas their mother and father hit an 8 or 9 on a scale from 1 to 10. From what Morgan remembers, he and his brother both shared positive interest in sports. At the very least when comparing his current body build that of his brother's in an aged picture, he assumes they might have even shared the same skills.
History: Morgan considered his upbringing as he knew it to be 'Average'. His mother and father placed an emphasis on education and non-laborious work (in the physical sense). Either one of his parents must have been embittered by something in their own lives, and they imposed it on him as a way to keep him safe from the ills of the world. To their knowledge, there was nothing dangerous about clerical work in the local social services agency and that's where their son would be, for his own good.
He followed through with that for a time, but his older brother Gabriel was more influential than they were. He was the closest thing Morgan had to a peer aside from his classmates, and he knew things. How to fight, perform takedowns, use an opponent's momentum against them. Not through some really lame way like watching someone else fight on the television and copying it. It was firsthand experience from being part of his high school's wrestling team. And that was awesome. If it wasn't then the world would have to change its definition to include that, and fast.
Brother worship aside, it was a given that Gabriel would try getting Morgan interested in something other than a desk job by taking him on trips-- but not just to watch his wrestling matches or the boxing performances of his peers, he took him to football games, to the local track and field, any sport. If their parents were going to deprive Morgan of something amazing, he could at least learn what he was missing or decide on his own if it really was his 'thing' or not. Even if he didn't choose a sport, it would at least give him a hobby to offset the dangerously stress-free lifestyle their parents were raising him for.
Still, studies came first, and Morgan could choose his sport whenever he hit high school. Gabriel just wasn't around to see that happen.
During the summer break between Morgan's figurative wave goodbye to middle school and entry to high school, Gabriel had attracted the attention of wrestling colleges around the country and the scholarships lured him out of state. Before he packed his bags and left for good, he gave Morgan his pair of gauntlets and greaves for safe keeping, and also a few words of encouragement and a reassurance that he'd come visit every once in a while. Those visits were few and far between, but regardless, Morgan took control of his grades and his physical health and did it with aplomb, enrolling himself in track and field and balancing his grades with his training and social life.
It was a hassle, especially with his parents going on about the state of the world and how bad it was and musing about moving to a different country to escape the inevitable war looming on the horizon or something. He tried to push the negativity aside and pass his classes enough to keep on the team. He even pondered taking formal martial arts training on top of all of that to plug up whatever free time he would have in the summer, but with a lack of jobs that didn't encompass everything he despised (and therefore, his parents would love and pressure him to do) spending money on classes was noticeable and incurring any kind of debt was more noticeable still.
Morgan soon came of age to wear the armor his brother had left behind, and not long after that came the high school graduation. His brother wasn't able to make it because of an injury, but that didn't matter. Morgan wore the gauntlets and greaves and stashed an old picture in his jacket. His brother could be there in spirit.
After the hours-long ceremony marking yet another milestone, he chose to hang around with his friends for their group to say their respective goodbyes. When next they met, it would have to be over the internet, as they each followed the call to different universities.
Before the night was over they took pictures, each of them rotating their turns by passing the camera to the next person. When it was Morgan's turn, he paused. He waved the group closer and pointed to the camera screen showing a bright streak across the night sky.
"Was that a met--"
. . . .
He awoke beside an Yggdrasil tree among people he had a vague feeling were not his friends. Their lack of robes told him as much. He stripped the vesture away from himself and checked what he had. Regular clothes, armor, and an old picture. Hm.
The Decree was heard by everyone soon after, and in Morgan it instilled a sense of pride. Outside of the reach of the Yggdrasil trees was a land scarred by destruction and the remains of human invention. He and others had been chosen to fix this, and surely Gabriel was worthy too, right? It was awesome. Still, the intervention of Gaia to make this remotely possible left dread lurking in the back of his mind.
Throughout the next few years he latched on to different scavenger groups traveling what was left of the land, offering his skills in exchange for shelter. With his speed and reflexes he could find things they needed scattered among the ruin or hunt for small beastkin and animals they could eat. Still, humans were wary and as they knew their safety was guaranteed near the Yggdrasil, progress slowed and eventually halted but only for a time. He heard talk of taking a particular city back from the beasts that had taken it over, and that sounded promising. He joined in with the group that would later be responsible for the reconquering, and after months and months of planning thanks to the Benevolentias that could navigate and chart the city, the group mounted a series of attacks to clear a path to the center of the city, bit by bit.
They finally took root near the Yggdrasil planted there and after a time more people arrived to join with the citizens already there and rebuild a sizeable settlement. Chaos had calmed, and those that were daring enough continued their adventures outward by building paths out and to the Wilds. Morgan took a break from that and applied to the Miracle Errand Service to put his mad crazy track skills to good use. That is to say, with mad crazy parkour skills instead. Hell yeah!
Disorders/Illnesses: N/A for the time being
Gift
Virtue: Benevolentia
Virtue Marking Placement: Left hand, although he hides its presence by wearing a more ornate tattoo sleeve to cover the left arm, and frequently uses washable paints to 'continue' the tattoos across some of his torso.
Vice: As a Benevolentia, he requires the presence of company around him to keep himself in good health. His focus is on one specific person; his older brother Gabriel. In his absence, Morgan's kept his spirits high with other people, but that isn't quite the same.
Specializations: Quick Reflexes.
Regular Skills: Mid-distance (800m) running, parkour, above high-school level education
Weapons: Gauntlets & Greaves – pairs of steel-plated arm and shin armor, respectively. The steel plating on the gauntlets cover from elbow to most of the back of the hand, ending in built-in spiked knuckles. Steel mesh is wired on the inside and covers the same area plus the entire hand. The full greaves are surprisingly more decorative, with a gilded gold horse motif throughout and no built-in spikes anywhere.
Other Items: Graduation Picture: A picture of himself at his eighth-grade graduation, proudly holding a certificate. Three adults stand to either side of him. By coincidence or weird genetic fluke, Morgan and the youngest adult resemble each other the most.
Appearance
Build: 5'11, 160lbs, ectomorphic body build
Hair: Golden blonde, messy and strangely layered hair, with stray locks either fanning out, curving inward to frame his face, or just nearly covering his eyes. His hair's longest at the back, going just past the nape of his neck. Overall, none of this seems to bother him much and the possibility of his hair getting in the way of everything else he does … doesn't cross his mind.
Eyes: Aquamarine, with narrow flecks of yellow surrounding the irises.
Clothing Preference: Loose-fitting jackets over form-fitting T-shirts and loose/baggy jeans. He prefers the shirts with plain graphics and writing, or when available, no writing at all. Solid colors, no stripes.
Other: N/A
RP Sample:
Hrm... the cleaning robots sure worked fast, Morgan thought. Then again, it had been a while since he'd been here, and any Humilitas particularly geared towards technopathy had more than enough time to set functioning bots to work. He had a fleeting thought of just how much money it would have taken for repairs had this been a normal society where people could just shuffle paper around. Ah well, didn't matter. This part of Miracle was good enough to walk in and that was all that mattered.
Many posters were lined up along the windows of the run-down theater, promoting their 'newest' shows. Really, no new movies had ever come out since the Fall, which was a strange blessing. If the entertainment business had gone along at the pace it always had, then the stuff they would be showing now would be a mere a revamp of an older plot anyway. They'd been reduced to that kind of thing the few decades before the Fall, directors just grasping at random crap and polishing it as best as they could.
Morgan made his way around to the front of the theater and looked up at the sign, expecting promising to be up there and. . . not getting it. He grumbled and absently tugged at his shirt, trying to think of just what to do. At least if he walked in to see a movie, he could. . . watch a trailer for a more interesting classic before the feature presentation. . . ?
"Same old corporate bullshit..." someone muttered.
It was pretty refreshing to know that someone shared his sentiment! Morgan looked over to the speaker and his expression went from pleased to shocked at noticing a head of unruly jet-black hair.
Is that...?
The young man polished the lenses of his round-rimmed glasses and put them back on. He shrugged and started to walk away but only took a few steps before pausing as if pondering something. He looked back up at the list of movies up above, then the rest of the city. He was. . . having second thoughts, maybe?
Morgan took this opportunity and strode up to the young man, deliberately so that they'd be able to see each other.
"I noticed you looked kind of lost, so I figured I could help ya out some! I'm Morgan," the blond said, holding out his hand for a shake."Anybody ever tell you you look like--"
"Harry Potter? No, I don't hear that much," the brunet said, but the amount of detectable irony in that statement would set airport security on edge... if there were any.
Morgan couldn't help but feel bad about that. There was a saying that everyone had a double in life. This guy just happened to look like a freakin' wizard. Good thing they weren't playing that series of fantasy films; poor guy would have ripped the hair out of his scalp or something.
To his relief, the stranger took his hand and shook it. "You look familiar... I might have seen you around Miracle once or twice."
"Then I must not be doing my job right. Heh!" A few seconds of shrugging laughter. "But no really, I've seen you a few times too. Never delivered anything to you personally, though. I'd remember that."
"That's because I don't use this new courier system you all have. I get my correspondence by owls."
Morgan could swear that everything in him hit a dead stop at hearing that. Then the silence cracked up from laughter coming from the both of them.
Miscellaneous Information
OOC Account: That One Guy
Other Characters: -
Contact Information: PM or Chatango
Password: banananutmuffin, orangecreamsoda
