Morrigan

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