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Morgan Lacy

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a character in “Hogwarts: Dark Secrets Of The Past”, as played by J.D.

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My heart and I don't get along
It's something that I'm sad about
Everybody needs a pick me up
But I should probably slow it down
But it's pretty good company
It cheers me up when I feel bad
These are my insecurities
That keep me going
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F U L LXN A M E
Robert Morgan Lacy Jr.

N I C K N A M E (S)
Morgan.

B I R T H D A Y
December 5th

A G E
17

Y E A R
7th

S E X U A L I T Y
Pansexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Caucasian

H O M E T O W N
Manchester

H E X
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S T Y L E
The kind of guy to enjoy color matching his clothes beyond the point of supposed OCD. He tends to wear a lot of golds/yellows and oranges. Usually as accent colors but sometimes as more. He is particularly fond of jean products, whether it be pants, jackets, or the odd accessory. As a general rule he rarely goes out without a jacket of some kind, and it seems as if he has enough clothes that he'd never wear the same thing twice in a lifetime - untrue of course, but thats often how it feels with the way his wardrobe is so spread out in style.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
6'3" and 150lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
Tall and willowy, with subtle muscle packed underneath lean features. He is pale, perhaps due to a lack of sunlight, and sparsely decorated with various moles and freckles. He tends to have a rather awkward tendency to lack emotion when speaking. Even when attempting humor he seems to deliver his lines in a perfectly deadpan way. He isn't a bad looking young man at all, in fact he has a charming sort of appearance. Often more quirky than some are comfortable with. Nobody can really predict him day to day.



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L I K E S
Classical Music - Jazz - Fire whiskey - Owls - Insects - Shadow Box & Collectible Items - Butterfly Wings - Magical Creatures - Dancing - Moonlit Nights - Stargazing - Windy Autumn Days - Dreary Paintings -

A unique love for all things weird and fantastical, seeking to collect the things that inspire him the most. An avid lover of the arts, gazing upon derelict landscapes done in shades of gray. He is an odd one, more attuned to the nature of nighttime and all its trappings. Stars a fond love of his, painting pictures in the sky as they do every night. He loves them, and the moon that casts its soft glow on the world come sundown. He is an eclectic sort, spending his days in imagination. A bright young man with love for all creatures big and small - though small do tend to be his favorite. From the smallest Insect to the largest Mammal.

D I S L I K E S
- Loud Mouths - Arguments - Being Ignored - Reckless Endangerment - People Who Are Rude To Kids - Poor Role Models - Small Spaces -




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He's got a way of being too grandiose. Socially, he's the kind of guy who finds small circles too constricting. Always making friends where he can, too damn nice for his own good. Especially with the kind of people he surrounds himself. Sure, his enthusiasm is faked at times. But most of the time its as genuine as his need to recklessly go after the first scrap of adrenaline he can find. Has about a dozen rules set out for himself that keep him on the up and up. Sticks to an insane schedule of fitness and health. Often times pesters others about it as well. Though he never pushes that on anyone.

He will do anything, and everything to distance himself from who he was taught to be as a child. His life laid out step by step since the moment he was born. He did not dodge that bullet without damage to himself. At a young age he had been expected to uphold a certain set of values, always be the best, and never let the unworthy into his life. Get the best grades, dress the best, and never let them see you at a disadvantage. If he so much as stepped out of line, for any reason at all it ended in swift punishment meant to ensure it never happened again. His family the type to hold grudges long after the fact.

Gave him quite a complex as a child, stripping him of any confidence he may have had there for a while. Considering the constant, near maddening teasing he endured on a daily basis. Sometimes he continues to present a haughty attitude, and can seemingly act superior to those around him. Unfortunate things that haunt him into adulthood, despite trying his best to shake it all off.

Otherwise, he's a quirky guy with a flair for dramatics and a tendency to want to 'unite' everyone on common grounds. Gets anxious when there is in-fighting. And has a tendency to get too involved with other people. And, perhaps he's a bit too reckless with his socialite tendencies, but he finds that life isn't really worth it if it isn't shared among other people. He loves deeply, but has never had a relationship thats lasted beyond the "bubble" phase. And while he craves affection, doesn't often seek it out.

All in all he is an extremely responsible young man that has a flair for making friendship wherever he can. He likes to be a role model for others and is always willing to help out when others need him.


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Robert Morgan Lacy Sr. | Father | Muggle | 50 years old | "Robert Sr. is a business man that would be more than capable of selling ice to the north pole. He was close with Morgan once, before his otherness became known. Now they stay away from each other, rarely speaking over the dinner table during the holidays, and just generally refusing to acknowledge each others existence."

Allison Diane Lacy | Mother | Muggle | 48 years old | "While somewhat more supportive of Morgan she fears his odd abilities. And while she still loves him dearly she can't help the feeling of repulsion she feels when thinking of his abilities. She chooses not to acknowledge it, and rather treats her son as if nothing has changed at all."

Abigail "Nana" Lacy | Grandmother | Muggle | 79 years old | "Nana is perhaps the closest person to Morgan and the only fully supportive relative in his life. She encourages him always and was extremely open-minded and curious about him being a wizard. She always asks about him and how he is doing with his studies, despite not understanding half of what he says. He has a lot of anxieties in regards to her and her age and how he knows she won't be there forever to safeguard him against the harshness of his parents."


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H I S T O R Y
here. Please provide basic background for your character, as well as any history they've had at Hogwarts if not their first year.


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B L O O DXS T A T U S
Muggleborn

W A N D
Hazelwood, 11", Rigid with a Dragon Heartstring Core

P A T R O N U S
Cairn Terrier

H O U S E
Hufflepuff

B O G G A R T
A shadowy specter, in the shade of a human which is the generalized representation of a fear of the unknown.

F A M I L I A R
A Barn Owl called Parsnip

S P E C I A L I Z E SXI N
Healing Magic

F A V O R I T EXC L A S S
Potions

T A L E N T S
Particularly skilled in healing magic/potions - Very Persuasive - Extremely Good At Time Management - Organized - Care Of Magical Creatures - Potions -

S T R E N G T H S
- Listens well - Very helpful to those that ask - Strong Willed - Persuasive - Authoritative - Handles Stress Well - Intelligent -

W E A K N E S S E S
Easily Embaressed - Sort of a Prude - Takes Himself Too Seriously - Doesn't Like Criticism -


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So begins...

Morgan Lacy's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Theodore Walder Character Portrait: Skye Maeda Character Portrait: Jessie L. Carter Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Margot Larsen Character Portrait: Ollie Martin Character Portrait: Sterling Matthews Character Portrait: Lennea Wassall Character Portrait: Casper Lockwood Character Portrait: Zadriah Bassily Character Portrait: Miki Kuroi Character Portrait: Morgan Lacy

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"Hogwarts will always welcome you home."
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JESSIE CARTER
Slytherin- #4abab4 - outfit
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Time had passed by slowly as the other students finally said their goodbyes to their loved ones and guardians, and filed onto the train and took their seats. For the most part, Jessie was content with being in an almost empty compartment aside from the new girl, but a part of her was rather disappointed and felt a bit dejected that none of her friends from past years had come to look for her, maybe they would later. But for now she cared about getting to the school, this year was going to be good, she could tell.

As time passed, Jessie and the younger girl made conversation and small talk every now and then, and eventually, they arrived to the old school. When the train had come to a complete stop the students began to exit the train, taking whatever they brought with them. Meanwhile, Jessie had only the small book bag with her as she usually left her things at the school in her dormitory, as her family practically forbid her to take anything from school with her, aside from her cat and owl, and a few other small things that could fit in the bag. Jessie sighed and stood up, as Fenrir jumped off of the seat next to her and onto the floor and followed her out the door.

Eventually, she was lost among the crowd of students and slowly the crowd made their way into the castle, and took their seats in their respective spots depending on what houses they had been sorted into years ago, while the first year students remained standing and awaited being sorted into whatever house they would be put into for the remainder of their time at the school in the following years to come.

Jessie took her seat where the rest of the members of her house were, seeing some familiar faces among the Slytherin house, as well as some in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and of course...Gryffindor. Patiently and silently she waited as the Headmistress stood up from where she was sitting at the center of the long table at the front and center of the Great Hall.

"Welcome, to new and old students. To those who are new, and to those that may be coming here for your final year, may the Sorting Ceramony begin." she spoke with viger and nastalgia, as she always loved seeing who would be sorted into what house.






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VIOLET MARSDEN
Hufflepuff- Magenta - Dress
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Meanwhile, for the young girl that sat with Jessie, time went by even slower for her. Anxiety rang high, and she couldn't help but have a large an slowly ever growing pit in her stomach as the train was finally filled with all the students, and the train began to be ready for departure. No turning back now, huh..?, she thought to herself as she held her small ferret close to her body as the train made its way to the school.

Thankfully, the girl she had been traveling with so far had been kind enough to her, and made her feel at slight more ease as they made small talk all the way there. From what their life was like outside school, allbeit the older girl was more reserved for what she said, to the life they'd be living at school, to how magic worked at the school, etc. Finally the train had made its way into the station, and slowly stopped, and eventually, the students began to disperse.

In the past, first years would be separated from the older students and would arrive at the school on small row boats, but with the events that had happened years ago, they couldn't risk something happening again and had since combined the means of transportation for the younger and older students. Violet watched as Jessie stood up and grabbed her things and left the small couch, leaving Violet alone, who only clambered her things together and quickly tried to follow Jessie. But she was lost amongst the crowd and was pushed back as she saw Jessie disappear into the crowd of older students.

Eventually, the large crowd had made its way to the castle, and eventually up to the long stairs cases and pathways, and eventually the long halls that lead into The Great Hall, where the Sorting Ceremony would be held. Violet could feel a tightening in her chest, as well as her palms beginning to sweat as she knew what was going to take place.

Soon, the older students took their seats where Violet guessed they had been sorted into, the four well-known houses. She wondered what house she would be put into, and what kind of friends she would make along the way, only time would soon tell. As she was lost in her thoughts, she was taken out of them as Violet heard her name be called from the crowd.

"Violet Marsden, please step forward!" Headmistress McGonagall exclaimed as she looked at the small group of remaining students. She had taken into account that this year had been the smallest group of first years in the past recent times. Odd happening to be sure, she thought to herself.

The young girl blinked and slowly felt her feet move forwards in the direction of the hat that who she assumed was the Headmistress she had been told about. Violet nervously moved forward until she was at the small, wooden seat that was before her, she took a deep breath and turned around, sitting down on the small wooden fixture beneath her. Violet closed her eyes as she felt a slight pressure on her head as the old leather hat was placed.

"Hhmm..." the article of what would be clothing began to mumble under its breath. "What do we have here...A Marsden...A bloodline I haven't had the pleasure of in some time. Tell me, Violet, what do you treasure most?" it questioned the young girl as it sat upon her head.

Violet's eyes widened as the hat spoke to her, and thought to herself. What did she treasure most? By that, did it mean what virtue did she treasure most? Bravery? Ambition? Cleverness? No...While she did treasure those, they weren't her strongest.

The hat made a small nod of what would be its head, if it had one. "I see. So...The House that best suits you is..."

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"Hufflepuff!" the old hat exclaimed after a moment of silence.

Violet's eyes opened as the hat spoke, and felt her heartbeat speed up a bit as it was revealed what house she would be put into.

The hat was lifted off of her head by the Headmistress who gave her a kind smile and nod of her head as she spoke, "Hufflepuff it is, Miss Marsden." she gave the young girl a smile once more as she waved her on, and began to read the rest of the few names that were on the parchment paper.

Violet gathered her thoughts and nodded as she stood up, and walked to the crowd of Hufflepuffs that gladly welcomed the new addition to their House. Violet couldn't help but smile as the older and fellow younger students welcomed her with open arms and cheer and hugs.

As they all settled down they watched as the rest of the first years were sorted. Some more went to Hufflepuff, then to Ravenclaw, and the most were then evenly split into Gryffindor and Slytherin. And after all was said and done with the Sorting Ceremony, the Great Feast began as food was brought out and placed infront of the students. Who all began to dig in and chat amongst their fellow house members and friends.