Morgäna Uciliece
♀ | Au'Ra ; "Xaela" | 14th Sun if the First Umbral Moon
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Familiars
The Tiger • A massive white tiger riddled in scars from nose to tail. It is believed that he was victim to a curse and has taken form of the auspice creature or kami, however, that has yet to be discovered. The tiger is able to speak as plainly as anyone else, as well as comprehend most if not all forms of language. His name is disclosed, otherwise unknown.Envy [ The lantern ] • A gift given to her many, many moons ago. Envy is a lantern made of pyrite. The candlestick is a deep navy-violet and the witchlight flame varies in color. The flame moves about atop the never-burning wick and seems to have a personality of its own.
Magic
Generalized
Blood
Shadow
Shape-Shifting
Who is she?
Broody
Quiet
Indiffierent
Invidious
Like a wandering entity – a lost ghost found roaming listlessly with an empty purpose. Lingering in the mixed worlds of life and death until their work is completed, oddities and estranged behavior douses the young maiden. Beauty, a work of art she drowns in idolized admiration. While she has a habit of belittling herself, and perhaps contradicting herself in some sense. She finds herself to be a repulsive beast, due to the history of her long since passed tyrant mother. Admiring those whom she would deem to uphold the hostelry of beauty and glamor, Morgäna is a quiet, envious young woman keeping to herself with a small abrasion. Leaving her oft with a void, empty sense. Haunting like a lost ghoul. She only speaks when being spoken to likely having little interest and often found wandering listlessly with an aloft squandering glimpse of inquiry and inquisitive nature. A spool of darkness defined in a reserved, reclusive essence of serene tranquility entangled in her deep plum-indigo strands. With her questions stirring left and right, her facade conjures an expression almost impossible to read, decorated in a blank, stoic apathetic expression.
Quick Notes
Full Name: Morgäna Uciliece
Pronunciation: Moor-Gauh-Nuh
Age: Unknown
Height: 5'0" Even
Eye Color: White Silver
Hair Color: Muted Plum
Scent: Wintermint & Jasmine
Race: Allegedly Au'Ra, Xaela
Aliases: Nightshade
Occupation: Unemployed, Wanderer
Color Scheme: Black, White, Purple
Flaws: Alcoholic, light-weight, self-loathing, apathetic, anti-social, coarse, possessive
Likes: Her solitude, Winter, White Lilies, Wine: Apple or Blueberry.
Dislikes: Crowds, Anterled-creatures, a little bit of everything.
Her story
Mother
Namaste Uciliece
Father
Hysteris Greenfire
Siblings:
Nineve♀ Tigris♂, Veritas♂, Icarus♂, Irwin♂, Maerlasni♀, Eurythmos♂
A child born to a man and woman who were once rulers in a dominion which had long perished into the soils below as their souls had been carried to the heavens and face their trials of acceptance beyond heavens gate, or perish into the burning flames of Hell. She was a child born the youngest girl, of eight, proclaimed as the first generation in this new world, and the only child born with her muted plum follicles brushed with charcoal on her face and stockings. Genetic stripes poured in alabaster white started at her lower back and extended down her abnormally long tail, only meeting not even at the halfway point of such a heavily mutated tail. She moved with endeavoring and traipsing steps in slow, saturated steps. Slithering through the canopy of leaves and gnarled, angular arms of branch and tree. The lyrical songs of bird and insect, serpent and beast fell upon deafened ears as she turned them out one by one, lost and captured in her own thoughts. Listening to herself over and over again like a broken record."It has been so long since the departure of my birth home. A war defiled the lands and my spars were unjust. I fought a man against my own as he had been the first to strike. The shrilling screams of my mothers' voice still taunts me in her petty worries. Shoulder mangled and ribcage broken, am I taken from the battle by my tiger-knight companion without a name. A stranger man finds me mends my wounds against my words of digressing. I thought it my time to depart from this world. This cold, cold world – frightened and startled by this man he'd fix the brokenness I carried at the time. Still, a hole fills my chest, leaving my pack. They thought of me dead. My family and what was once considered friendship. They had given up on me, which in due time just showed my place was nowhere. A lost wandering soul, an ugly little duckling I had always considered myself to be.Eventually, I shared paths with the mad blind man afterward on several occasion. After the rage of storms dwindled, was it not long before I was received a lantern, similar to the one carried by the mad blind man. I named it Envy, as it is a wonderful pyrite with a purple-blue wax stick on the inside with a burning white flame. I've come to understand that my own lantern has a precarious personality of its own. "
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