Morrigan

The flower shattered in her fingers once more, leaving Morrígan with nothing more than a feeling of disappointment and a measure of annoyance. She had no idea what she was doing wrong, although she knew she was doing something wrong. As the shards disappeared entirely from existence, Morrígan decided that she’d had enough of the failures. Pushing herself to her feet, she turned back to the town and began the long stride back towards the alchemist’s shop. If nothing else, she was going to get some answers about why she wasn’t able to gather any of the materials he’d sent her out for – she only

Once again the piece in her fingers shattered from existence, disappearing in a glittering display of shards that sparkled in the sunlight as a reminder of her failure. At least Cardinal is celebratory, if nothing else. Letting out a soft sigh, she pushed aside the doubt that had begun to grow in her mind. She was having a bit of trouble, sure, but the quest was likely designed to show her how hard things could be, before teaching her how to do them easily and correctly. It makes sense. It’s not like everything is going to be super easy in this world, so starting by showing you that you

Nothing caught her eye at first, although Morrígan had to admit her attempts at looking for anything of value had been sparse at best. She still aggrieved the fact that she had been directed to the task at hand by the alchemist without consideration of her desire to partake in the search. Not to mention the manner in which he had simply tasked and dismissed her, like nothing more than a common servant. The behaviour had irked her, and although she had taken time to vent the frustrations during her walk it had been clear to her that she was nowhere near free of the displeasure. ‘I need to

Her walk from the alchemist’s shop to the front gates had been quick and simple, her feet carrying her around those few NPCs and players who refused to move aside, or were entirely unaware of her presence. Morrígan couldn’t help but feel a measure of displeasure at the abrupt ways in which she had been ignored – whether intentional or not, it was simply something she was unaccustomed to in the real world. Aincrad had been a true testing area of her patience in the regards of elegance and appearances, wherein she had found herself treated like the common folk that she had often stared at in won

The alchemist had turned away from her without another word, appearing to dismiss her suddenly in a mannerism that Morrígan was far from used to experiencing. A part of her bristled within, agitated by the fact that she had been so easily ignored. Although she wanted nothing more than to berate the individual before her, she knew that it would do her no good – the characters within the game were inhuman, incapable of learning the proper decorum that one should hold when speaking to another; a fact that Morrígan had slowly learnt during her experiences within the world of Aincrad. She still rem

She departed from the mayor with their conversation concluded, heading towards the individual that she had been directed to meet with – an alchemist named Zackariah, whom the mayor was certain he had leant the money to, or at least he had stated he was certain. Morrígan had accepted the information without a change in expression, although she’d internally scowled at the idea. She had a feeling that the alchemist would be little more than a single stepping stone in what was, likely to become a long and tedious quest designed towards showing her a variety of skills. That’s how all of these

“You there!” Morrígan turned her head to the right in surprise, the voice coming from beside her in a familiar tone and pattern, one that she had heard numerous times over during her travels through the town’s streets. It was now, clearly, directed at her – and more confusingly, directing her to do something that she had already done, hours ago. She’d almost opened her mouth to respond, stopping only as her natural decorum took control, and instead she gave a soft curtsy in greeting the to man. He continued, clearly unconcerned with the natural progression of conversing, his voice carrying a t

The First Few Lessons Apprehension. Morrígan could feel it flowing through her as she stared at the forms passing her by, moving about their daily routines and adventures without a second look in her direction. Most were non-player characters, creatures built by the artificial intelligence that ran and maintained the game – one which was cursed by many other players as the bane of their tortured days. Some carried the air and appearance of the various players in the game – noticeable through their odd behaviours, non-repetitive motions, and generally more obtuse forms of clothing

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The Basics Once there was nothing more than silence, but now hope finds a way to be heard... Username: Morrígan Real name: Morrigan McTellum Age: 30 > 32 (June 7, 1991) Gender: Female Height: 154cm (5ft) Complexion: Pale Defining Features: Freckles, small piercings on helix portion of left ear. Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Ginger Country of Origin: Canada Profession: TBD / TBD