Morrighan Frost

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Morrighan Frost
Social Rank 7
Fealty Redrain
Gender Female
Age 32
Religion Pantheon
Vocation Knight
Height 5'7
Hair Color Flame Red
Eye Color Sea-blue
Skintone Fair-skinned And Freckled
Family
Parents Koraj Marin
Siblings Ianthe Artusio, Julea Sanguine, Zhayla None
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Description

At first glance, Morrighan very much appears the epitome of the North and its people; she is a woman that carries herself with confidence and strength, embodying all that is wild and unpredictable - much like fire. It's one word that adequately describes everything about her, and the only word that is needed. Voluminous ringlets of silken flame highlighted with yellow-gold cascade down narrow shoulders, settling in at the curve of her pinched in waist. They frame an unmarred oval-shaped face with a fair and freckle dusted complexion, one that harbors fine, symmetrical features with aerial cheekbones. Dark kohl lines almondine eyes and dusts thick lashes, accenting the brilliant color of her tempestuous sea-blue gaze. They rest below groomed brows that are often expressive, a few shades darker than her conflagrant red curls. She has a straight and slender nose positioned above a small, sensuous mouth with full, bowed lips flushed to a natural shade of rosy pink. Though thin-bodied, her physique is athletic, form well-toned with notable muscular definition when seen - but she still retains an ample amount of womanly curves in all the right places. Her voice is honeyed, speech rough and unrefined, accented with a heavy Northern brogue. She exudes an aura of a survivor, a warrior, possessing a ferocity that's akin to a raging fire or the fury of an ocean's storm.

Personality

Fiery, rough around the edges, a little uncultured and uncivilized - that's Morrighan. She has impish tendencies and a love of strong liquor; by no means does she have any ladylike qualities. Sometimes she can be brash and abrasive, saying what's on her mind and often has a no-nonsense attitude. Typically sharp and quick witted, the young woman has a mouth that can at times even make a pirate blush. She usually keeps her temper in line when necessary, most of the time it's reeled in by Redrain nobility...with some measured difficulty. Morrighan will bite her tongue and play nice when she feels her actions might reflect poorly on the noble family that saved her. She's fiercely loyal to Redrain - no task is too much, and she'll readily admit that she's very protective of Prince Sherrod's family. She's not ashamed of who and what she is, and if there's a derogatory remark about her being a Prodigal? Morrighan will just give a smug looking smirk.

Background

Born to one of war-like tribes of the Abandoned, the typical convention of brutality and savagery was a poignant reality to Morrighan. Through the ongoing blood feuds between various clans, her parents were lost shortly after her birth, leaving her rearing to the tribe as a whole. She didn't experience a typical childhood for most, existing alone was sheer survival. The more knowledged and skilled members of the group taught her what they could, starting her crude, rudimentary education at a young age. She learned with the volatile state and the constant raids it was kill or be killed, fight or fall, to never give up in the face of adversity and to stand one's ground. For the most part, this served her well, for many a year, in fact - until the pirates came.

With the ongoing fighting, chaos flourished, giving the corsairs an opportunity they couldn't ignore. They raided the settlement, pillaging and taking anything of value they could, cutting down anyone who got in their way. Still just a sprite of a child on the cusp of her pre-teen years, Morrighan fought to the best of her ability, though ended up in enemy hands. The scoundrels found her fiery, combative temperament amusing, furthering their resolve to drag her along back to the ship, where she was put to work as a scullery maid. Needless to say, being the hellion she is, a lot of plates were broken, and food may or may not have been tampered with. Time passed and was largely unmeasured, how long exactly she was aboard the vessel is unknown. Eventually, with a misguided sense of assuredness and egotism, the pirates moved to raid a ship in Redrain's coastal waters.

It all went awry, ending as what one would describe as a failure of epic proportions. For their crimes of piracy, the crew was hanged; Morrighan was spared. Prince Sherrod of House Redrain took mercy on the young Abandoned, offering to take her in as a ward. With her life spared, she gave an oath of fealty to the noble house that saved her and swore to serve in whatever capacity that was required. The transition was a bit of a shock, a far cry from her life in the tribe and her time aboard the corsair vessel - but she found it terribly intriguing. Despite her place as a servant, Morrighan remained mostly uncultured and somewhat uncivilized, but she learned enough of social etiquette to know when to keep her mouth shut, lest her behavior reflect poorly upon the man that took her in. It was a new world, a foreign environment, and she had to learn a new set of skills in order to survive.