Morrow

As a Special, Morrow shouldn't be here -- but she has a mission. Do not compromise the mission. We wouldn't want an accident.

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Saken

Last seen at: Path Fork

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Description

A Special: A Surgically enhanced savage. Their nanomachine's work different than most people on the planet Klendathu, they can think for themselves. The only thing that matters to them is the Mission, and the endless stream of surgery designed to make them more hideous and savage.
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Besides of being medium/average height at 5'5, there is nothing mundane about this person. Her angular face is dominated by a set of large silver blue eyes. The sockets that hold the orbs are large, the corners slightly tilted giving her a lupine look. The lines of her face are bold, twisting what could be strikingly beautiful (although she is) into a savage mockery. Her nose is pert. a bit long for her face. Her lips are full and plump, a dark pink color set on her face above a narrow chin, giving her entire face an almost cruel look to it. Her body is 'average', at about 5'5 with a lean build and a curved spine Morrow was built (literally!) to be an enforcer for her planet.

Her entire body is lean, filled with muscles that she uses along with the nanomachines. Her pale skin holds slight earthy tones, almost like a tan but not dark enough to be called so. Inky black strands, fall in soft waves down her curved back. The thick strands are complexly intertwined with red and silver, making it so that her hair is tricolored. She holds herself arrogantly, with her head tilted upwards, as if she were better than everyone, as if she were dangerous and she was. Her body, nearly perfectly proportionality with a moderate size chest, (somewhere in a high B, low C), and narrow hips, the bones jutting out slightly.

Perhaps the most striking thing about the Special, besides her age appearance (which was a youth of around 18 or so), was the pulsating, fluxuating black tattoo on her right cheek. The tattoo generally was in the shape of a serpent, coiled around a sword that went from the corner of her eye, to the corner of her lips. The tattoo moves with the beat of her heart, and can writhe and move, the Serpent flicking it's tongue out. In most ways the tattoo almost seems to be alive, the emerald that shows where the eye would be winking and spitting out spark, different colors depending on the emotions.

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(( I don't own the pictures I used, they are the property of their Owners.))

Personality

Arrogance seems to be integrated into this Special's DNA Code. Her holier-than-thou attitude has been known to piss other people off but no one, save idiots, mess with the specials. (And no one on her home planet, Klendathu, fuck with them either.) Morrow works on the fact that she is untouchable, unharmed. She's stronger than most, faster than most, and is beautiful. Nothing can damage this being's self-confidence and worth. She walks with a swagger, and has a tendency to smirk at people. Generally she doesn't choose to talk, but that doesn't mean that she can't. She is an Enigma, or so she attempts to show people.

Morrow enjoys the imperfect nature, though, and can be found any time that she is not working on her mission (and sometimes when she is working on her mission), enjoying the imperfect perfection. On her planet, everything is controlled by the Committee, and nature has lost it's appeal. There is no longer anything beautiful after you get your first surgery. Nothing Ugly, except those who've yet to be operated on.

Equipment

The Clothing she has on her back;

  1. A leather Jacket.
  2. A black bra.
  3. A loose fitting black shirt, tighter at the top looser at the waist.
  4. A pair of dark blue jeans, also not too tight.
  5. A pair of black tennis shoes, thick soled.
  6. A pair of underwear.

A music player in her pocket, complete with a set of blue headphones.
A ball of blue string.
Two sewing needles.
The necklace around her neck.
-- It's a black beaded 'choker', with little silver moons and stars on it. The main point of it is a many colored stone she once found, it looks like it has a rainbow in it. The stone it's self is clear.

Her Weapon: A chain, with two kunai on the end. The kunai's are about three inches long, without counting the pummel. The chain it's self is around four feet long, with large links.
A backpack to carry her weapon in when she doesn't want it, simple and black.
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History

Morrow was recruited the moment she turned sixteen, the day after she had her first operation. So, she was actually 16 and a day-- but that's not what mattered. Everyone knew about the Specials on her home planet. They where what made sure that the Uglies did not sneak in and mess with the Pretties. They where what kept the people who had tried to escape, who had rejected the nanomachines in favor of a hard life that would end up destroying their home. They where more beautiful than most of the other Pretties, and they always knew what was happening. She couldn't believe it, they wanted her. But it shouldn't have been a shock. The surgeons who were supposed to make her look so beautiful, get rid of her imperfections, had not followed the plan that she had made over the last several years.

Four years had passed before Morrow had gotten one of the worst tasks. She was to be sent from her planet in search of a machine that could tell the future! At first, Morrow did not want to go, but she couldn't say no. It was not allowed, a Special was just a sort of solider, anyway. Now, she's..Well, she's here. And she's searching for the person. All she knows of the being whom she needs is that it's a Machine, and it goes by [O]Megan.

((More shall be added as the Roleplay, or as she is roleplayed.))

Abilities:

  1. Her sense, besides her nose, is a lot better than an average human.
  2. She always seems to be able to tell when people are lying, if they themselves know they are lying, that is.
  3. Her speed, it's much faster than the average persons.
  4. Her mind -- it's very sharp, and she can think in complex ways that may not be understood.
  5. The Nanomachines


Nanomachines: Functions/explanations.

The nanites flow through the bloodstream, serving to enter the brain and inhibit the priority system of neural transitions. they flow through the blood, and when they meet the coagulation of blood when the blood is exposed to air, they begin their pulsation. The pulsation is frequencies to magnify the mitosis systems of the nearby cells (in measure of picometers) to make new stem cells, which will replace the missing muscle/bone tissue and the blood cells. The coagulant of the blood cells hitting the air also activates the nanites sealant factor. The nanites cling together, making a mesh across the abrasion in the dermis to create a thin seal over the lacerated area. The nanites flake off as the dried blood flakes off, leaving the healed new flesh after an hour or so.

Morrow's Story

# Wing City Lake: Island, 2010-01-29 14:27:17, as a chat transcript.
Nvm, I read it, Seloc. Found it up there.))

# Wing City Lake: Island, 2010-01-29 14:29:07, as a chat transcript.
[] Morrow's jaw dropped, exposing a set of slightly pointed teeth. The woman peeked at the other with her red orbs, and raised a dark brow. "No?" She said, slowly. It was as if the girl were speaking to an idiot. The woman turned her head some, showing the pulsating and fluctuating symbol on her cheek, a point of green shimmering. It was a moving tattoo, pulsing to the fast beat of her heart.[]

# Wing City Lake: Island, 2010-01-29 14:34:45, as a chat transcript.
[] She didn't respond, just stared at the girl. It seemed the female was one of the younger children, for she had not had surg--- Oh, she wasn't on her own 'planet.' "None of your business, child." She spoke coldly, arrogently. []

# Wing City Lake: Island, 2010-01-29 14:50:11, as a chat transcript.
[] The woman raised her arms, mind sharp. "I'm..Watching." That was the only word she had for it. The beauty was so perfect, so imperfect at the same time. They did not have that, everything was controlled by the committe, EVERYTHING. There was nothing for them, the savages, to enjoy.[]

# Wing City Lake: Island, 2010-01-29 14:56:13, as a chat transcript.
[] Morrow opened her mouth, emiiting a cold snicker, but she didn't say anything. ( Need to name the planet something?) The tattoo fluxed and twisted, spreading out until her entire cheek, and a slash a crossed her nose was black. "It is..Pretty?" The last word was a question, though it was not meant to be one. The onlything Pretty, or what she assosiated it with, was the children who went through the operation.[]

# Wing City Lake: Island, 2010-01-29 14:59:25, as a chat transcript.
Kay bye.

# Wing City Lake, 2010-01-30 14:24:34, as a chat transcript.
I dunno.

# Wing City Lake, 2010-01-30 14:25:41, as a chat transcript.
=3

# Wing City Lake, 2010-01-30 14:26:19, as a chat transcript.
Moi?

# Wing City Lake, 2010-01-30 14:30:19, as a chat transcript.
:: The special was just standing there, bare feet resting within the warm sand. Down the girl's back, the tricolored hair fluttered in the breeze and mercury orbs where fixated on the distance. She loved this, the imperfection that nature provided - it was so different from her home planet, that she couldn't believe it. On the woman's cheek her tattoo pulsated and writhed, the snake coiled about the sword as she allowed a dark laugh to slip from full lips. It would be fun, her job. At least for a while- until she found all that had worked their way into her assignment, everything and everyone who could lead to something happening in her planet.::

# Wing City Lake, 2010-01-30 14:45:16, as a chat transcript.
:: It seemed as if Morrow was surrounded by..Well, imperfection? The bird that flew through the air was 'mortal', not man made, and it almost made Morrow snarl. The emerald on her cheek spat out red sparks to signal her anger before she laughed a little bit. Of course there was nothing real there, of course not. the woman fell back, sitting on her ass in the sand as she arched her back and shifted the jacket, and then her shirt on. Her bra could double as a swim suit.::

# Wing City Lake, 2010-01-30 14:55:54, as a chat transcript.
:: The special's lips twisted downwards. The girl looked about, her muscles tense, body held still. What if the imperfects come closer? Would they infect her? The woman drew her bag towards her side, enjoying the heavy weight of the chin she used ti fight with inside of it. Mercury eyes traveled along the shore, noting the two other men. This was not going to ge well if it was anything like her planet.::

# Wing City Lake, 2010-01-30 15:36:48, as a chat transcript.
=/ Kay loveh.

# Wing City Lake, 2010-01-30 15:37:32, as written by Saken
Morrow snuggles and loves on.

# Wing City Lake, 2010-01-30 15:37:37, as a chat transcript.
Me things Law went baibai.

# Wing City Lake, 2010-01-30 15:37:42, as a chat transcript.
Law, if you come back, PM me if you wanna Rps.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-02-02 15:49:01, as a chat transcript.
Anywho, brbrbr~

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-02 16:33:02, as a chat transcript.
;:: Location: Unknown. Reason: Shit If she knows.;::
Where in the fuck?
The foul-mouthed woman stalked into this establishment, her cruel stone-colored optics glaring about, thin lips twisted into a grimace. The woman's fingers, twisted into talons, gripped at the electrically charged metal chain that wrapped about her torso, ending in two small knives known as kunai's. Red strands of hair slapped at her face, the ragged ends a dark slash against high, savage cheekbones. ;::

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-02 16:42:21, as a chat transcript.
;:: Location: UnknownSim. ;::Simplistic urges had Morrow jerking forward, her eyes narrowing into small slits.
"Where Am I?"
The voice that escaped the girls throat was husky, torn from the depths of her body. It was clear by those words, the tone and shape of the foreign letters, that she did not speak often - and did not feel comfortable with the words that her lips formed. ;::

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-04-02 16:42:26, as a chat transcript.
..Shit. ><))