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Background
Morgan is a Huntress of Ironhold.
Morgan is not as she was in the past, her carefree nature is gone replaced with some would call sadness and despair. Her family that was left is gone, brothers missing along with her grandmother. The fear is they are dead as no one has seen them for a long time now, and the cottage they once lived in was covered in blood. Morgan blames herself, she wasn't there to protect them, if she was there she could have stopped it or the very least died with them trying. Now the only thing left in her life is being a Huntress, and she feels she can't even do that well if she can't protect her own family. She is the last of the Clayworth line, and the way things happen in her family perhaps they are indeed all cursed and she will meet her fate soon enough.
Morgan was the middle child of five, the one thought to follow after her mother’s side of the family instead of her fathers. Her older sister was already following her father’s lines in a sense as she was set up to hopefully be a Huntress of Ironhold, when Morgan came along there was talk of her going as well but her mother wished for another path for her second daughter. Her elder brother was though of good knight material with her two younger brother’s a possibility for the same title of their father. At least that is what the Knight had hoped for.
Her father was a Hedge Knight whom served Ironhold while her mother is a healer. Her mother is a rather skilled healer at that, she uses plants and other things from the land in order to craft her skill so while Morgan’s head was filled with hunting and tromping through the forest with her older siblings she was often left to study what plants would help for a fever, or a burn, or how to clean and wrap a wound. Still Morgan would often follow after her sister, and sneak in on the training between her and her grandmother. Morgan’s grandmother was a huntress of Ironhold, she was old and wise and had been one of the best archers within their ranks. Breanna may have been too old to be a Huntress anymore but she was still known far and wide for her skills, which she loved nothing more than to teach her granddaughters everything that she possibly could.
Breanna taught her grandchildren well, at least her granddaughters. Soon enough even Morgan was able to go tracking in the forest after little animals, rabbits and squirrels would fear her the mighty huntress, though she would often let them go. The training included how to handle animals, how to make arrows and bows, how to sharpen a blade, legends of things everything and anything Breanna could teach was passed on. Morgan’s mother was not thrilled at this, though when her father allowed it there was little that could be done to stop it.
Morgan has a natural art for being in the forest, she is a good tracker of animals and people and very observant when it comes down to the smallest details that are to possibly be found. She remembered her teachings well when it came to certain plants that were both ‘good’ and ‘bad’ within the forest. Along with this, animals seem to flock to her, she has more than once settled a horse that even grown men had issues with controlling, and canines follow her as if she was leader of the pack.
There came a time when her father was called out to help, he was a Knight serving Ironhold after all and this was rather normal, but he never returned. Some say that the darkness took the group, others say that there was a werebeast of some type out during the full-moon and over half of the men where cut down in their sleep. To this day he is missed, presumed dead. Morgan’s sister was by this time just starting her training with the Huntress, and vowed to find her father’s killer one way or another. Morgan would follow her sister in the pledge, though not to the same outcome.
The attacks on House Cassomir by The Thorn would take her sisters life, along with her elder brother’s whom was a new Hedge knight. So much of her family gone, one would wonder if Morgan would still strive to be a Huntress. She could see no other path before her, which was only more clear when her mother was struck down a month after the attacks while she was out gathering plants that she needed to help some of the still healing injured from the attacks. No one knows for certain what happened, darkness is said to have caused it, and the manner in which she died was savage and to the point that none will speak of it fearing that a bad omen will be passed onto them as well.
A year later Morgan was accepted as a Huntress of Ironhold, though some wonder if the same past will haunt her, will she have a painful and traumatizing death most of her family have. Or will some new evil come through and curse her as many felt that her family is followed by some shadow of a beast now working to cut them all down. This has left Morgan fighting very hard to prove her family is not cursed. Morgan has been a Huntress for a short time now, she has done well in her position but even though she swears that her family is not cursed there is a linger worry in her own mind.
On the Grid
The form before you is that of a young woman, age is somewhere within her early twenties if anyone was to guess. Her hair is black, raven black with the faint hint of blue when light hits it just right, there is also a fair bit of lose wavy curls. Her eyes are pale ice blue and have an almost eerie look too them at times.
She stands about 5'6, a slender tall form with both muscle and curves found, though neither overly so. Her skin holds a slight bit of color to it, normally olive toned with a bit of honey like tan as if she has spent a fair amount of time out side, which may explain why she is stronger than she looks thanks to plenty of hard work. Clothing wise a long sleeved white shirt rests under a short sleeved dark green tunic, a brown deer hide vest over the tunic that buttons closed with three wooden buttons, a faint bit of light gray fur around the neck line, around her waist is a thick black leather belt while dark brown leather breeches rest upon her lower half, study boots upon her feet.
A leather cloak or jacket is often found with her to help with the elements that she may encounter. She carries with her a long bow that is often always at her side along with a quiver full of arrows upon her back. At times a faint glint of metal perhaps seen thanks to a set of daggers at her hip, though knowing her she has other things well hidden. Her jewelry is simple, a silver torque rests around her neck, the ends having horse heads, while upon her right wrist is a smaller one that wraps around her wrist twice, the ends wolves heads, at her left forearm is a dark brown leather bracer, also at her neck upon a thin bit of leather is a simple arrow head turned into a charm.
Acute Senses : When it comes to someone with acute senses over certain things it is a given that Morgan has some of the finest. Be it that she spent many years running through the forest, be it from the lessons she was taught, or just pure luck she has some rather good luck over certain things.
Ambidextrous : Morgan is able to use both hands equally, this means she can switch hands when using her bow, using a blade, the list could go on. Most do not pay attention to this aspect so while she is in a fight, or something along those lines she finds herself with the upper hand as many don't expect the right handed person to suddenly do something with there left and be able to pull if off without a problem.
Animal Empathy : Animals flock to Morgan, all types, horses, dogs, cats, hawks, deer… You name it she most likely has met them more then once on her ventures out into the wilds. She has a canine that follow her that many call a wolf, he has the looks of a young lanky wolf but acts much like a faithful canine to her. She is able to tame and work with just about any animal, horses often follow her, and she has more then once taken over the training of a stallion or mare where ones said was not trainable and been able to ride it in little to no time.
High Pain Tolerance : When it comes to dealing with pain Morgan can take more then many. Basicly she can take a licking and keep on ticking in a sense. Even after she is hurt she is still able to ward off the feeling of pain depending on the wound itself and is thus able to continue longer then others would think a 'woman' is capable of.
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