Post by faye on Sept 25, 2011 6:35:10 GMT -5
...Faye Lillian Morgan*
*twinkle twinkle little whore, close your legs they're not a door!*
[/size]*twinkle twinkle little whore, close your legs they're not a door!*
...basics*
name Faye Lillian Morgan
nickname Morgan
age 17
gender Female
grade Junior
hometown Inverness, Scotland
sexuality Straight
personification Morgan LeFay
status Dormant
face claim Katie McGrath
...appearance*
hair color Black
eye color Blue/Green
build Curvy/Skinny
height 5"4
clothing style Faye likes to wear clothes that show of her figure, you can call her vain but she see's it more as giving the guys what they want. Though she doesn't let them touch
distinctive traits Faye's eyes are extremely bright, its the eye color that most people would kill to have. Faye also has a tattoo on her back that goes from shoulder blad to shoulder blade; Fairy Tattoo
...personal*
personality
Faye sometimes suffers from Schizophrenia which gives her most of the time the flat affect or not being able to show any emotion. Bizarre motor behavior in which there is less reaction to the environment, False beliefs or thoughts that have nothing to do with reality (delusions), Hearing, seeing, or feeling things that are not there (hallucinations), Thoughts "jump" between unrelated topics (disordered thinking). She gets aggitated very easy and can't feel physical pain. She has alot of anger and anxiety and is very arguemenative. She is sometimes subjected to child-like behavior, inappropriate laughter, incoherence, repetitive behaviors, and social withdrawal.
And because of her metal disability she is labeled as a crazy person most of the time. And people don't even take the time to get to know her, and so she has grown up as a very angry young woman. Faye doesn't like people because of her lonely childhood. Everyone has their faults and Faye is no exception she has one large one no matter how much she tries to hide it and cover it up its still there. Faye is a very jealous person. Though she tries her very best not to show it it is still brimming right below the surface. She always questions her own self worth whenever her friends appear more interested in someone new. Faye is also very tempermental and extremely unpredicatable. She could seem to be completely calm and docile one moment and then her eyes will darken slightly and she will give you the most evil look and tell you to leave her alone. Faye always thinks that people are always talking about her behind her back, so she choses to ignore the world, because even though she craves the love and attention she never got as a child, she's too paranoid to go after it.
past
An american woman fell in love with a bouncer at a scottish pub, it was meant to be what a one night stand. But nine months later a young baby girl was born. Elena Smith could not raise a child on her own, because she herself was no more than a child. Andrew Morgan, fell in love with the baby girl the moment he laid eyes on her, he wanted to be in the little girls life, but they shortly after moved back to America to be with the mothers family. Little did Elena know but her newly found baby daddy had a lot of family in Burton Michigan where they moved her too. But it only took a few months for Elena to see that this man was not right for her child and she moved out of his house and in with her best friend Angela. But Andy would not give up his child without a fight. He went to Angela's house and when he found that the tiny Faye was there but no Elena he almost took her, but would not be charged for kidnaping. He destroyed everything in front of the tiny childs eyes. She would have nightmares for months afterward.
She grew up as a shy and timid baby, that is until she learned to walk. Or rather, she learned to run. Faye always knew that she wanted to run, and it is something that would stay with her for the rest of her life. It was well enough that Elena and Andrew worked out their differences enough that the baby girls father was aloud to see her. Faye was a spoiled little girl. She was aloud everything that she ever wanted, she was given everything that she could ever dream of. Yet the only thing that Faye actually grew to love with the dog that was given to her on her second birthday. But it would be shortly after that that she would be given the greatest treasure of all. When she was almost three years old, on Januaray 23, 1997 her first sibbling would be born. Brittany Jean Hall, the daughter of her mothers now current boyfriend, Ronald Hall. The first words out of little Faye's mouth was "My baby doll?" It was the first time Faye had spoken, and the grammar in which she used for perfect for a child of only two. It seems Faye had known how to speak, she had mearly chosen not too. After that it would be nearly impossible to shut her up.
For the longest time everything would be wonderful, but for Faye her world would change on the day she turned six. Everything that the little girl had known was about to spiral out of control. Her father was getting married to a woman named Paula, and with Paula came a boy by the name of Trenton who was two years older than her. At first she didn't understand, and then it hit her like a lead ballon. She wouldn't be the only girl in daddies life anymore. She became jealous of the woman, and refused to accept her into her life. The young stubborn girl went out of her way to make Paula's life hell. But it was also this time that her other home was about to take a turn for the worst. It turns out Ron had been keeping a secret, apparently he was a crack addict and Brittany and Elena wheren't home when Faye was dropped back off at the house. Ron had never been known to show violence in any way shape or form but he did the moment Faye walked into the door. He smacked the young girl into the coffee table and she blacked out. That smack into the table would leave a heart shaped scar for the rest of her life.
After those two events, the child would be changed forever. She no longer had a passion for life, it seemed her childish side would just seem to fade into nothing. Ron was no longer part of her life, and she chose to never see her father. Faye grew older, and so did her anger. The anger inside of her was a rageing inferno now. And when she was fifteen she was sent to the hospital for cutting and was diagnosed with Bi-Polar, her manic was Rage. For a year and a half she would be clean and refrained from cutting, but when her family moved to New Orleans for her new Step-Fathers job she started back up. She was no longer the blonde cheerleader, she was the black haired goth girl with a bad attitude. She hated everything and everyone that tried to make friends with her. She pushed them all away, and for one simple fact. She is afraid to be hurt. Hurt and emotion is the one thing that Faye hates more than anything, she hates to feel guilty or sad. But she embrasses the anger more than she does anything else, and she embrasses the pain. The blood.
present
When she turned sixteen she began to see that her new step-father was no better than the man who had sired her younger sister who now hated her with a bloody passion. Faye tried her best to stay out of trouble, but as it would seem to follow the troubled young girl around like the bloody plauge. When her mother was working her step father always blammed her for anything that went wrong in the house. So when one day things had become too much and David had actually raised a hand to hit her she ran away. She left with two of her very few friends and spent the entire day stoned out of her mind. The cops where called, but she was never in one place for very long. And her friends and her never told anyone where they were going next.
When Faye finally did return home well after midnight she told her mom that she refused to stay another day in that house with David. But Elena refused to leave her husband, and so she threatened her own mother, telling her if she didn't send her to live with her Aunt she would disappear from her mothers life completely. Faye knew that that was a low blow but she was tired of living this kind of life and so she was ready to go live with her Aunt and Uncle. Kathy and James where more than happy to take in Faye because they had no children of their own. Faye had always been close with her Aunt and Uncle but she didn't see them very often because they lived in New York. They sent her a plane ticket as soon as the custody papers where signed. Faye didn't even say goodbye to her mother. When Faye landed in New York she happily got into the swing of school though she hasn't made any friends. Her Aunt also got her a job at the bakery she owned. Pani del Goddess.
family
Mother: Elena Casey Woodward (nee Smith)
Father: Andrew Drake Morgan
Step-Mother: Paula Fleming-Morgan
Step-Father: David Woodward
Sisters: Brittany Jean Hall (14) [Half-Sister]
Eden Rose Fleming-Morgan (2) [Half-Sister]
Brothers: Trenton Scott Fleming (19) [Step-Brother]
Conner James Fleming-Morgan (10) [Half-Brother]
Aunt: Kathy Smith
Uncle: James Smith
likes
-Fast Cars
-Cigarettes
-Reading
-Poetry
-Rock & Roll
-Parties
-Tattoo's
-Starbursts
dislikes
-Preps
-Nosey People
-Stupidity
-Egg Roles
-Rap Music (Especially Lil Wayne)
-Cussing (She thinks it makes people sound stupid)
other notes Nope!
...literature*
book title The Legend of King Arthur
backstory She became much more prominent in the later cyclical prose works such as the Lancelot-Grail and the Post-Vulgate Cycle, in which she becomes an antagonist to King Arthur and Queen Guinevere. She is said to be the daughter of Arthur's mother, the Lady Igraine, and her first husband, Gorlois, Duke of Cornwall, so that Arthur (son of Igraine and Uther Pendragon) is her half brother. Though in later stories she becomes an adversary of the Round Table when Guinevere discovers her adultery with one of her husband's knights, she eventually reconciles with her brother, and even retains her original role, serving as one of the four enchantresses who carry the king to Avalon after his final battle at Camlann. She has at least two elder sisters, Elaine and Morgause, the latter of whom is the mother of Gawain and the traitor Mordred.
...roleplayer*
name Shelly
age Seventeen
gender Im a girly!
rp experience 6+ Years
how you found ouac The Night World
rp sample Galatea was in her own little world as she skipped threw the park. She was in a fantastic mood and she wanted to dance. She always wanted to dance it was engrained so well into her being that she couldn't think about anything other than swaying bodies and sweet music that would sound around them as they danced. Yet she had no one to dance with but that didn't stop her as she moved and skipped and hummed as she cut threw the snow not leaving any footprints in her wake and she giggled to herself. She was such a happy person and she knew that things where perfect even though she was dead. And then she caught sight of something that threw her off guard. She watched as a couple passed right by her. She was invisible to the human eyes even though she was completely solid at the moment. She wasn't transparent as she usually was when she grew sad. She usually wasn't a sad person but as she sat and watched the people walk by she couldn't help but feel sadness as she watched the couple and wished that it was her instead of the girl. She wished that it was her holding the boys hand and laughing and snuggling. That was her one wish, her one true desire. To love and be loved. She wanted that more than anything. But love had been taken from her a very short while ago. Only a few weeks before she had been human and yet now here she stood in the park as dead as can be. She was a ghost. Though she smiled and laughed and giggled there wasn't much else to her. You had to look close to see the growing sadness in her eyes. She wasn't one to really open up about sadness and she never really knew how to tell people that she was upset. She was no longer alive, she was no longer apart of this world and yet she was apart of this world. She was here yet not here. How could someone love a ghost? How could someone love her if she wasn't alive? These questions she had asked herself even since the day she had taken her own life. Most people had asked at her funeral, why? Why had she taken her own life? The answer was a simple one.
Love. Love had made her do what she had done. Love and heartbreak. She had been so heartbroken that the love of her life had left her and she would never be with him again. He broke her the day he left her for her best friend. Her best friend who had promised her everything. They had told each other secrets and they had laughed and cried since middle school. And yet she had been secretly plotting behind her back to ruin her life. Ruin everything that had made her happy. And Michael had made her happy. She couldn't think of another time that she had ever been so happy and yet at the same time, when had she not been happy? She had had a good life, a good family. That is until her father had started drinking, and yet the oblivious young blonde had not even noticed that her father was falling into a depression. It made no difference to Galatea. Her parents where never around as it was. And now that she was dead she didn't even visit them. Time had taken away what she had had with her parents. Even though it was a short time ago and that she knew she should still love her parents she didn't mourn the loss of them. Why would she mourn the loss of someone who didn't want to mourn her? Her father had drank at her funeral the entire time. Her mother was already planning another party and she knew that she wouldn't be missed by her parents. Galatea didn't have many friends that even showed up for her funeral. She felt so alone in the world now and even then she still smiled. She still smiled even though she was in pain. "The two of us, smiling, meet here, Every heart has a habit of receiving its dreams. Sadness has no effect on us, Every heart gains happiness when it flies." She muttered to herself wishing that it was true.
She then almost passed a swing set and then cocked her head to the side and smiled sadly and sat down on the swing and started to swing back and forth. The creeking sound coming from the old iron links calmed her and made her think of elementary school. Back when it didn't matter if you where pretty or popular. Back when nothing mattered except making new friends and having fun. She missed that, she missed that time which now seemed so long ago. She missed everything and more about what her life had been like that long time ago. She wanted to go back to that. She wanted to go back to the living and live her life once more. She understood the concept of a human life now. That it meant more to this world than she could have ever imagined. This was going to be a long night and she wasn't ready to see the day once again. Not until she faded away. She just wanted to fade away. She felt meaningless, useless and un-needed. This world didn't seem to hold a purpose for her anymore. She was a figment of the imagination now. She wasn't real, she was only a thing that shouldn't exhist anymore. She had never believed in ghosts and now she was one of them. The supernatural world had never seemed real other than inside a book. Something she had never really read. And now that she was part of this world she wanted to know more. She wanted to feel like part of this world. Part of someone's world.
