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jaegerbomb) wrote2021-02-11 12:16 am
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You know that cold, distant mother you never had? That's Morga and then some. She doesn't hide who she is on the surface, nor is she bothered by those who may or may not take offense to her often harsh and blunt remarks. To her, life isn't about being liked or loved by those around her — it's about being fed, or in the case of her enemies, eaten.
Years ago, Morga was the chief of a tribe known as The Scourge of the South. While other tribes would do their best to befriend one another, the Scourge was the opposite. Under Morga's leadership they would swarm their past neighbors like the plague of voracious beetles that represented their own clan and would leave nothing but bodies, empty villages, and devastation in their wake. Her job was to lead her people to glory both on and off the battlefield, and to keep them safe, fed, and living. Of course she wasn't soft with them either. She isn't in the habit of coddling or protecting people from their own mistakes, save for one teensy tiny little exception; her son and heir. Where she'd gladly let someone stab their own eye out to teach a valuable lesson (maybe don't wave sharp objects around your face?), Morga was the opposite with him. She'd keep him from getting hurt in battle, cover for his mistakes and lies, and effectively spoil the living daylights out of him in her eyes. Big mistake. Eventually this resulted in the mother of all tantrums and ended with the death of her husband (and nearly herself), but instead of taking justice into her own hands she took the opportunity to, in her words, "spoil him one last time" and effectively banished him from their homeland. Some time after this a famine ravaged the Scourgelands and she lost a number of her tribe to an ignoble death far from the battlefield. The Shining Steppe — a territory to the North — had the answer. Fertile land. Food. The only issue was another tribe known as the Kokhuri currently occupied it, so Morga did the only thing she could.
The ensuing battle resulted in heavy losses for both sides. The Kokhuri had won, but at the cost of nearly all of their own people and the Scourge, leaving Morga as the (presumably) sole survivor. Someone had to die. She made a choice.
Underneath the surface is a lifetime of regrets, mostly due to those past actions. In her mind, she failed. Not just her son when she sheltered him from the harsh realities of the world, but herself and the tribe as well. Time has softened her compared to how she was in the Scourge's heyday, but she still keeps people at a distance. Now if one does manage to weather the storm, she actually has the capacity to be gentle...ish. Morga always approached things with those who she was actually "close" to with a sense of tough love, but it was still love in her mind. She's just, uh. Kind of really bad at doing a Real Emotion that isn't disappointment or anger. It's still a work in progress with her, okay?
The sun is too much of a coward to even try.
features physically, she has a small scar next to her left eyebrow that ends under her eye and alongside her nose from an unknow source (probably an old hunting Oopsie or a battle scar), and underneath everything she's got a bunch of other scars from a lifetime of raiding/warmongering/hunting.
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morga eirsdottir |
~60 |
november 1st |
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the arcana |
book xiv (muriel's route) |
bisexual |
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scorpio* |
tbd |
tbd |
About
You know that cold, distant mother you never had? That's Morga and then some. She doesn't hide who she is on the surface, nor is she bothered by those who may or may not take offense to her often harsh and blunt remarks. To her, life isn't about being liked or loved by those around her — it's about being fed, or in the case of her enemies, eaten.
Years ago, Morga was the chief of a tribe known as The Scourge of the South. While other tribes would do their best to befriend one another, the Scourge was the opposite. Under Morga's leadership they would swarm their past neighbors like the plague of voracious beetles that represented their own clan and would leave nothing but bodies, empty villages, and devastation in their wake. Her job was to lead her people to glory both on and off the battlefield, and to keep them safe, fed, and living. Of course she wasn't soft with them either. She isn't in the habit of coddling or protecting people from their own mistakes, save for one teensy tiny little exception; her son and heir. Where she'd gladly let someone stab their own eye out to teach a valuable lesson (maybe don't wave sharp objects around your face?), Morga was the opposite with him. She'd keep him from getting hurt in battle, cover for his mistakes and lies, and effectively spoil the living daylights out of him in her eyes. Big mistake. Eventually this resulted in the mother of all tantrums and ended with the death of her husband (and nearly herself), but instead of taking justice into her own hands she took the opportunity to, in her words, "spoil him one last time" and effectively banished him from their homeland. Some time after this a famine ravaged the Scourgelands and she lost a number of her tribe to an ignoble death far from the battlefield. The Shining Steppe — a territory to the North — had the answer. Fertile land. Food. The only issue was another tribe known as the Kokhuri currently occupied it, so Morga did the only thing she could.
The ensuing battle resulted in heavy losses for both sides. The Kokhuri had won, but at the cost of nearly all of their own people and the Scourge, leaving Morga as the (presumably) sole survivor. Someone had to die. She made a choice.
Underneath the surface is a lifetime of regrets, mostly due to those past actions. In her mind, she failed. Not just her son when she sheltered him from the harsh realities of the world, but herself and the tribe as well. Time has softened her compared to how she was in the Scourge's heyday, but she still keeps people at a distance. Now if one does manage to weather the storm, she actually has the capacity to be gentle...ish. Morga always approached things with those who she was actually "close" to with a sense of tough love, but it was still love in her mind. She's just, uh. Kind of really bad at doing a Real Emotion that isn't disappointment or anger. It's still a work in progress with her, okay?
Appearance
height ~6'3"
build tall, lean
hair grey (platnium blonde)
eyes grey
first impressions More often than not Morga dresses in what you'd imagine any viking-esque warrior to wear. Browns, greys, etc. are the most common, as well as leather and fur. She wears the pelt of a cheetah around her waist, and with it a long cloak with a heavy fur trim. She's tall, often appears stern and Generally Unimpressed, but don't let her age and grey hair fool you. She'll kick your ass and her own if it comes down to it. She's fairly well built under all of those layers thanks to a lifetime of being a warrior on the move, and definitely doesn't behave like a woman pushing sixty. Usually wears a kohl-like substance on her face in a pattern reminiscent of a cheetah's tear marks, and she wears a black and white beetle brooch (symbolizing her former tribe) on her clothing. Given how pale she is too it's likely she'd turn into a lobster if she spends too long in the sun, but let's be real here:build tall, lean
hair grey (platnium blonde)
eyes grey
The sun is too much of a coward to even try.
features physically, she has a small scar next to her left eyebrow that ends under her eye and alongside her nose from an unknow source (probably an old hunting Oopsie or a battle scar), and underneath everything she's got a bunch of other scars from a lifetime of raiding/warmongering/hunting.