Post by morgan lilah bone on Jul 14, 2012 11:22:46 GMT -6
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 the basics FULL NAME Morgan Lilah Bone AGE & DOB Twenty five | 10th July 1986 HOMETOWN Cambridge, Cambridgeshire, UK. ETHNICITY White, British LANGUAGES SPOKEN English & Italian SEXUAL ORIENTATION Straight HAIR COLOR Mousy Brown EYE COLOR Blue HEIGHT & WEIGHT 5'6" | 120lbs DISTINGUISHING MARKS A bullet wound through her left thigh | Various scars on her back from a fall morgan had out of a third story window at the age of sixteen | A tattoo of an owl on her finger LIKES/DISLIKES Likes
STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES Strengths |
- free running ability
- ability to overcome obstacles
Weaknesses
- emotionally closed off
- becomes easily addicted to substances
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SECRETS
Morgan secretly desires a close relationship with someone.
Morgan is also secretly searching for her mother, which is the reason why she has moved to Valkyrie.
[/td][td]Morgan is also secretly searching for her mother, which is the reason why she has moved to Valkyrie.
in depth
PERSONALITY
Aloof
Work-Orientated[/i][/blockquote]
If you could call what Morgan does 'work' then you could say that she is a very work orientated person. When assigned with a job, nothing can distract Morgan from her work. Despite being an avid party animal, her serious side emerges with force.
Open-minded[/i][/blockquote]
Morgan is constantly ready to experience new things and she is very accepting of others who entertain different ideas to her own. One thing Morgan Bone is not, is intolerant. Despite not having many true friends, she would never think badly of others if they shared different views to her own.
Ambitous[/i][/blockquote]
All of her life, Morgan has been an ambitious person. She strives to meet new goals and constantly wishes to improve her life in some way.
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FAMILY LIFE
Morgan was raised by neither of her parents and was instead raised by a man named Emilio Rivers. Emilio is the reason why Morgan is an assassin today.
Morgan's family was very unconventional. She never experienced love or affection. She doesn't know what it is like to have siblings. All Morgan knows if the hours upon hours of physical and mental training. Emilio taught Morgan to feel no emotional remorse when killing someone and due to this tough and loveless upbringing Morgan cannot emotionally connect with others now. Her life is filled with nothing but reckless escapades or murders.
Morgan's family was very unconventional. She never experienced love or affection. She doesn't know what it is like to have siblings. All Morgan knows if the hours upon hours of physical and mental training. Emilio taught Morgan to feel no emotional remorse when killing someone and due to this tough and loveless upbringing Morgan cannot emotionally connect with others now. Her life is filled with nothing but reckless escapades or murders.
PARENTS/SIBLINGS
Elisabeth Jane Paisley - fourty-three years old, trainee assassin, Mother to Morgan yet has not seen her since she was five years old and shares no relationship with her daughter now.
Unknown - fourty-six years old, occupation unknown, father to Morgan although they have never met.
Unknown - fourty-six years old, occupation unknown, father to Morgan although they have never met.
HISTORY
Morgan Bone holds a very confusing and unusual childhood having not been raised by either of her parents. Morgan was the only born child of Elisabeth Jane Paisley with an unknown father. How Morgan came to be conceived is somewhat of a mystery. Elisabeth Paisley was the 'property' of Emilio Rivers. Emilio Rivers was a trained and expert assassin and he was forcibly passing along his talent to Elisabeth as he was growing old and feared he would no longer be able to complete assigned tasks. He had adopted Elisabeth from an English orphanage when she was a toddler and had planned to raise her as a killer and then hire her out. This meant he would still recieve an income when he was too old to work. Elisabeth was loyal to Emilio until she reached her teen years when she met a boy and fell in love for the very first time. This was when Elisabeth then fell pregnant with Morgan. Emilio was furious, how was he supposed to train a pregnant girl? As punishment for her stupidity, Emilio took Elisabeth as far away from her love as possible and kept her in seclusion until Morgan was born.
After Morgan's birth, Elisabeth remained with Morgan until she was five years old. Now, at the age of twenty five, Morgan's most distinct memory is her mother sneaking away and abandoning her in the midlde of the night. Not a kiss on the forehead, or a hug, no words were said. All Morgan can remember is the silhouette of her mother sneaking out their room in the pitch dark, without even looking back.
With her mother gone, Morgan grew cold and she focused on her lessons as she had nothing else in her life. Morgan soon discovered that she had a natural talent for gymnastics and from that she has developed an excellent free running ability. She loves free running as it gives her a sense of freedom that she has never felt before.This ability also makes her the perfect assassin when attempting to reach well protected targets.
In 2005, Morgan had her first contract. She killed the man she had been assigned to murder with no remorse, no regret and no emotions. It was a quick clean kill, no evidence left and she escaped feeling no different than before. After continuing to work for Emilio for five years, she had finally had enough. Deep down inside, Morgan wished she had had a normal life. She longed to be at home with a family, with both parents and not to be a killer. But, it was the only life she knew. In an act of revenge for both herself, and her mother, she murdered Emilio in his sleep by slitting his throat. She took any money that he had in the house and she left. There was no direction in her mind she just knew she had to get away from him.
Despite having a deep dislike for her mother for abandoning her, Morgan decided to try and find her. This wish was mainly fueled by the fact that she wants to confront the woman who left her with Emilio and who brought her into this life of crime. Her search has brought her to Valkyrie where she heard her mother was recently seen. The crime within Valkyrie has made Morgan's specific business very prophitable and she has decided to remain in the city. Having changed her surname to Bone after abandoning her true surname, Morgan Lilah Bone has become a well known woman in the Valkyrie criminal world.
[/td][/tr]After Morgan's birth, Elisabeth remained with Morgan until she was five years old. Now, at the age of twenty five, Morgan's most distinct memory is her mother sneaking away and abandoning her in the midlde of the night. Not a kiss on the forehead, or a hug, no words were said. All Morgan can remember is the silhouette of her mother sneaking out their room in the pitch dark, without even looking back.
With her mother gone, Morgan grew cold and she focused on her lessons as she had nothing else in her life. Morgan soon discovered that she had a natural talent for gymnastics and from that she has developed an excellent free running ability. She loves free running as it gives her a sense of freedom that she has never felt before.This ability also makes her the perfect assassin when attempting to reach well protected targets.
In 2005, Morgan had her first contract. She killed the man she had been assigned to murder with no remorse, no regret and no emotions. It was a quick clean kill, no evidence left and she escaped feeling no different than before. After continuing to work for Emilio for five years, she had finally had enough. Deep down inside, Morgan wished she had had a normal life. She longed to be at home with a family, with both parents and not to be a killer. But, it was the only life she knew. In an act of revenge for both herself, and her mother, she murdered Emilio in his sleep by slitting his throat. She took any money that he had in the house and she left. There was no direction in her mind she just knew she had to get away from him.
Despite having a deep dislike for her mother for abandoning her, Morgan decided to try and find her. This wish was mainly fueled by the fact that she wants to confront the woman who left her with Emilio and who brought her into this life of crime. Her search has brought her to Valkyrie where she heard her mother was recently seen. The crime within Valkyrie has made Morgan's specific business very prophitable and she has decided to remain in the city. Having changed her surname to Bone after abandoning her true surname, Morgan Lilah Bone has become a well known woman in the Valkyrie criminal world.
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the player
ALIAS you can call me tasha c:
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE six plus now
OTHER CHARACTERS none, yet
HOW'D YOU FIND US? I posted a roleplay request on caution and this was suggested to me.
RP SAMPLE
YEARS OF EXPERIENCE six plus now
OTHER CHARACTERS none, yet
HOW'D YOU FIND US? I posted a roleplay request on caution and this was suggested to me.
RP SAMPLE
Frankie watched as Stark’s forehead creased and distorted, seemingly frustrated. She cursed herself for being too prying, he barely knew her, and wouldn’t be comfortable disclosing something – that clearly – caused him some form of distress. His expression softened, his forehead smoothing back over, with an eyebrow raised he looked suddenly at ease. Although his swift change of subject was suspicious and possibly a bit more obvious than he wanted it to be. Nonetheless, she was smiling in amusement at him. His goofy chatter was funny in itself, but the way he was rambling was twice as hilarious.
Her eyes crinkled, as her smile turned into a grin, “You really are very anti-cat. You’re lucky I don’t have one otherwise I’d be offended and have to beat the crap out of you.” Despite this, she huffed out a silent sigh in her mind, he was closing her out, just like Frankie had expected but she couldn’t help but have stupidly high expectations ever since walking into this room. She was aware that she was viewing a completely new side to Stark and with that she had been hoping to uncover something about him that wasn’t universally known. Perhaps this was because she had dropped into a state where she would utterly willing to tell this boy anything.
Though she was incredibly vulnerable, Frankie was in possibly the best mood she had encountered in forever. It felt oddly elevating to be feeling completely trusting of someone. To let her guarding walls slip down, removing her defences was somewhat a thrill. Yet, this was all due to Stark’s presence, there was no way possible that she could be like this around someone else because they just weren’t like him. In her whole life she had never met anyone like Stark, and she never would, it would be impossible to find someone so beautifully flawless in her eyes. She was even seeing his annoying teasing as a positive attribute and whatever it was that they were sharing; she was not planning on ruining it by attempting to force some truth from him. It wasn’t worth it so, she allowed herself to believe his little rant about cats ruling the world, it didn’t ease her mind yet it did allow her to push the thoughts to the back of her mind. Maybe she would go over the story another day to try and see if there was any obvious underlying meaning hidden within it, even if she doubted that.
Not knowing what to say, Frankie sat quietly, waiting for Stark to break the silence. What he did next however, was not what she had been expecting in the slightest. She felt his warm hand wrap around her wrist, her eyes flickered to them, wondering what it was that he was up to. Glancing back up she met his reassuring gaze, and realized that she probably still appeared concerned and she tried to smooth out her features attempting to rid any creases that may have been furrowing her face. She certainly didn’t want him worrying that she may be worrying about what was worrying him before, if that made any sense. Whenever she looked into Stark’s eyes she always seemed to lose her trail of thought slightly, leaving her thoughts pretty incoherent.
As he then slowly raised her hand to his lips, her heart began to beat wildly and it was as if a hundred butterflies had been set loose inside her stomach. He planted a light kiss upon her wrist and a huge temptation seemed to erupt within Frankie and she found herself longing to see how his lips would feel upon her own. She literally tried to bite back the urge, her teeth enclosing around her bottom lip whilst her face flushed a healthy pink from her own embarrassment. She thanked Nyx – yet again – that Stark wasn’t a mind reader or incredibly intuitive as she would have died if he had known her previous thoughts.
Frankie watched as he lowered her hand again, still keeping a hold of it. “Tell me, what was keeping you up? Got something – or someone – on your mind?” he asked into the quiet atmosphere that had settled between them. She cocked her head to the side, her eyebrows raised in slight confusion, perhaps he was a mind reader? He seemed to know exactly what would have been bothering her. Her mind began to wander, trying to find some way of telling the truth without sounding obsessed or crazy for that matter. She was completely unsure of how to answer. What she was sure of however, was that she definitely didn’t want to hold things back from him. Instead of being cold and closed in such situations she was feeling totally comfortable and willing, willing to tell him anything in fact. Abruptly, she became awakened to a fact that she had not been aware of before: I will literally do anything to this boy. No matter what it was. Wherever or whenever, I’m there. She was on the brink of falling for him. Her emotions were torn though, she should not have been so easily swayed, she was usually so stubborn, this would surely just end badly for her, almost everything did. But then, there was that amazing feeling that Stark seemed to bring out in her, his infectious laughter, the way he spoke, the way he smelt, his eyes, his playful moods, the way he seemed to understand her. He was fascinating, and completely brilliant, there was no way she was going to resist, so why attempt to?
She sighed, giving up with the argument with herself, and began snuggling up against him again after creating a gap when she had sat up to ask if he had been okay. Gently, she slipped her hand out of his grasp and entwined her fingers with his own instead, enjoying the warmth of his skin against her own. “Well,” she finally began, deciding what to say. “Recently, there’s been this new kid at the house of night, and I have to admit that I’ve been treating him pretty badly because... well – I liked him. He also seemed to have been going out of his way trying to annoy me but, it’s had the complete opposite effect and I’ve been thinking of him, constantly...” She let her voice trail off, her eyes trying to look everywhere but at him. She didn’t dare to look at his reactions. He could have been glaring at her with disgust for all she knew. “And, seeing me turn up in your room during the middle of the day makes it quite plainly obvious who I’m talking about.”
Her eyes crinkled, as her smile turned into a grin, “You really are very anti-cat. You’re lucky I don’t have one otherwise I’d be offended and have to beat the crap out of you.” Despite this, she huffed out a silent sigh in her mind, he was closing her out, just like Frankie had expected but she couldn’t help but have stupidly high expectations ever since walking into this room. She was aware that she was viewing a completely new side to Stark and with that she had been hoping to uncover something about him that wasn’t universally known. Perhaps this was because she had dropped into a state where she would utterly willing to tell this boy anything.
Though she was incredibly vulnerable, Frankie was in possibly the best mood she had encountered in forever. It felt oddly elevating to be feeling completely trusting of someone. To let her guarding walls slip down, removing her defences was somewhat a thrill. Yet, this was all due to Stark’s presence, there was no way possible that she could be like this around someone else because they just weren’t like him. In her whole life she had never met anyone like Stark, and she never would, it would be impossible to find someone so beautifully flawless in her eyes. She was even seeing his annoying teasing as a positive attribute and whatever it was that they were sharing; she was not planning on ruining it by attempting to force some truth from him. It wasn’t worth it so, she allowed herself to believe his little rant about cats ruling the world, it didn’t ease her mind yet it did allow her to push the thoughts to the back of her mind. Maybe she would go over the story another day to try and see if there was any obvious underlying meaning hidden within it, even if she doubted that.
Not knowing what to say, Frankie sat quietly, waiting for Stark to break the silence. What he did next however, was not what she had been expecting in the slightest. She felt his warm hand wrap around her wrist, her eyes flickered to them, wondering what it was that he was up to. Glancing back up she met his reassuring gaze, and realized that she probably still appeared concerned and she tried to smooth out her features attempting to rid any creases that may have been furrowing her face. She certainly didn’t want him worrying that she may be worrying about what was worrying him before, if that made any sense. Whenever she looked into Stark’s eyes she always seemed to lose her trail of thought slightly, leaving her thoughts pretty incoherent.
As he then slowly raised her hand to his lips, her heart began to beat wildly and it was as if a hundred butterflies had been set loose inside her stomach. He planted a light kiss upon her wrist and a huge temptation seemed to erupt within Frankie and she found herself longing to see how his lips would feel upon her own. She literally tried to bite back the urge, her teeth enclosing around her bottom lip whilst her face flushed a healthy pink from her own embarrassment. She thanked Nyx – yet again – that Stark wasn’t a mind reader or incredibly intuitive as she would have died if he had known her previous thoughts.
Frankie watched as he lowered her hand again, still keeping a hold of it. “Tell me, what was keeping you up? Got something – or someone – on your mind?” he asked into the quiet atmosphere that had settled between them. She cocked her head to the side, her eyebrows raised in slight confusion, perhaps he was a mind reader? He seemed to know exactly what would have been bothering her. Her mind began to wander, trying to find some way of telling the truth without sounding obsessed or crazy for that matter. She was completely unsure of how to answer. What she was sure of however, was that she definitely didn’t want to hold things back from him. Instead of being cold and closed in such situations she was feeling totally comfortable and willing, willing to tell him anything in fact. Abruptly, she became awakened to a fact that she had not been aware of before: I will literally do anything to this boy. No matter what it was. Wherever or whenever, I’m there. She was on the brink of falling for him. Her emotions were torn though, she should not have been so easily swayed, she was usually so stubborn, this would surely just end badly for her, almost everything did. But then, there was that amazing feeling that Stark seemed to bring out in her, his infectious laughter, the way he spoke, the way he smelt, his eyes, his playful moods, the way he seemed to understand her. He was fascinating, and completely brilliant, there was no way she was going to resist, so why attempt to?
She sighed, giving up with the argument with herself, and began snuggling up against him again after creating a gap when she had sat up to ask if he had been okay. Gently, she slipped her hand out of his grasp and entwined her fingers with his own instead, enjoying the warmth of his skin against her own. “Well,” she finally began, deciding what to say. “Recently, there’s been this new kid at the house of night, and I have to admit that I’ve been treating him pretty badly because... well – I liked him. He also seemed to have been going out of his way trying to annoy me but, it’s had the complete opposite effect and I’ve been thinking of him, constantly...” She let her voice trail off, her eyes trying to look everywhere but at him. She didn’t dare to look at his reactions. He could have been glaring at her with disgust for all she knew. “And, seeing me turn up in your room during the middle of the day makes it quite plainly obvious who I’m talking about.”
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