Arguably, Morgan could be considered a coward, especially when compared to a fearless leader or strapping brawn. He does not envy the aggressive "heroic" qualities embodied by some of those around him and is generally insecure in his day-to-day life. "To each their own," he always says. You could also call him pessimistic. A quitter. Some have called him gutless or "a chicken." Faint-of-heart. Spineless. His brother even called him a "recreant" once. He had to look up the word.

Still, he doesn't actually come off as "cowardly" upon first impression. It's only when the crap hits the fan that his insecurities and lack of self-worth are put on display for all to see. That isn't to say he isn't capable of courage, but he'd definitely need something or someone to be courageous for.

Morgan likes quiet peaceful secure atmospheres where he can laze around, maybe read a few of his favorite novels, watch some tv. You know, the quiet life. Resting on the beach or lazing in the sunlight is also within the realm of possibility. He is not a thrill seeker, much preferring the safety and security of a monotonous daily routine to some sort of special adventure or what have you. Though he is capable of arguing up until a point, he especially abhors physical confrontation. "Leave the fighting to the soldiers," he'd always say. When asked about the world outside the dome, he would often respond with a "I couldn't care less what's out there."

Above all, though, is his loyalty and devotion to his family—especially his brother, though going by their daily interactions, one might not immediately pick up on the sentiment. Sometimes his brother's "know it all" attitude gets them into undue trouble, which would be fine if it didn't affect Morgan in any way, but that's rarely the case. Ergo, it almost always falls on Morgan to bail everyone out with some moderate amounts of genuflection and grovelling, though he dislikes playing the sycophant just as much as the next guy.

His goal in life is to see his brother live safely and happily. To live safely and happily himself. Doesn't get much more complicated than that.

Sexual orientation: anything, really; though he's way too self-conscious to answer this question truthfully.


As a child, the roles of Morgan and his brother were essentially swapped. It was his brother that had a more timid, cowardly personality, and it was he who was the adventurer. He who was the thrill seeker. He who loved to talk a good game, even fight another if it came down to it.

All that changed during his elementary years, however. He went one adventure too far, and was almost eviscerated. Yes, disemboweled. Back then, they were still working fervently on expanding the Dome, so there was a lot of construction going on all the time everywhere. Half-finished buildings. Dangerous equipment just lying around. Jagged edges everywhere.

Well, on that day, he, his brother, and a few of of their friends were exploring some of the construction sites in the "new district". It'd been Morgan's idea in the first place. Well, after dodging security personnel and construction workers, they'd finally gone deep enough into the forbidden zone such that they encountered the steel and iron lattice of an unfinished building on the edge of the Dome. Very few had seen the outside world from this side of the Dome before, and that's when Morgan had the idea.

"Guys, let's climb up there. I bet we could see the whole world from the top!"

While the others were pretty tepid about the whole thing, it was his brother that finally agreed to climb up to the top with him. And so they did, though it didn't take long for them to realize that they'd made a mistake. The building was still under construction. Not every part was lain in properly. Not every piece was secured. Half way to the top, Morgan's brother lost his grip upon a piece of material that hadn't been properly secured. He would have fallen the dangerous height back to the ground had Morgan not caught him by the arm.

But Morgan was not strong. He could not support his brother's weight. Thinking quickly, he was able to swing his brother over to a steel rod, one that was jutting out of the building. It looked kind of like a pipe. When his brother grabbed hold of it, it held firm. Thank god! However, in swinging his brother around, Morgan had lost his own footing, and soon slipped from his perch, cutting his abdomen on some jagged metal and smashing into the ground below with a sickening crunch.

A couple hundred years ago, a child might not have been able to survive an accident like that, let alone make a full recovery. However, in the 23rd century, medical technology was superb beyond belief. He survived his brush with death that day—with the scar across his stomach to prove it—but the experience had changed him. Morgan was no longer a thrill seeker. No longer a risk taker. He'd learned his lesson, and the reminder was engraved in his body forever. In fact, he'd grow up to become just the opposite of his young self. An introvert. A man full of doubt and self-loathing. One excessively afraid of danger and pain, who seems to lack the the courage to do unpleasant things.

A coward by any other name.

Other: Though he struggles internally with his feelings towards courageous action vs self-preservation, he really does care for his brother and the ones he loves, even though it may not always seem that way.