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Morrigan

Let me blow you a kiss...>BANG<

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Guest, as played by EnigmaticallyEerie

Description

Name: Morrigan Claddale
Age: 109 (Appeares 21)
Race: Elf
height: 5'7"
Personality: Often closed off, Morrigan is a free spirit with a darkness to her. Solitude is her sanctuary but will sometimes engage others if it benefits her in some manner. Should Morrigan not gain anything from conversing with someone she will often avoid interacting with them completely.
Theme song: Gorrilaz- Clint Eastwood
Description: see picture below
Equipment: Dual revolvers seen in picture.
Morrigan's true form.
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once again by the amazingly talented ionen
Morrigan's dragon form.
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Brief history: Having given up swords for the more conventional weapons of the modern era, Morrigan has become a rather elegant gun fighter. With the style and grace of an elf and with the accuracy and deadliness of her revolvers, to see her in a gun fight would look like something out of a legend. Morrigan prefers to work alone, indulging in the lone wolf life style. For many years, she has been on the hunt for a rather detestable witch that goes by the name of Violet. In the past, Morrigan and the witch engaged in a duel of sorts, fighting with all sorts of forbidden magics. Both were not without their scars, but Morrigan received the most damage from the ordeal. Since then Morrigan has been attuning her skills, building up strength, so that one day she may put an end to the wretched woman. In her travels, Morrigan engaged quite a few different creatures and beings, whether she cared to nor not. Aside from the witch, there was one other being that left a rather predominant mark upon the elven woman. A man by the name of Ezrael challenged Morrigan to combat. Morrigan, with her rather large ego, took up the challenge. The fight was rather brief, as Ezrael was a lot stronger than he had first let on, and by appearance alone he seemed quite formidable. The conclusion of the battle resulted in Ezrael infecting Morrigan with a rather unique curse, one that has her under his heel to this day. Upon his command, Morrigan's form changes into that of a dragon. Even should he be some great distance away, she is linked to his rather powerful magic and will change at his will. When in this dragonic form, Morrigan is forced to carry out Ezrael's bidding. Now, in part with eliminating the witch, Morrigan seeks to rid herself of Ezrael, and kill him for the injustice he caused her.

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Morrigan's Story

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Morrigan stopped her pacing and gave Ezrael a stern gaze. "No." She said flatly before continuing her back and forth walking.
"I'm not sitting strapped in any chair with you near me nor will you be getting a needle or....anything for that manner near me."

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"Like I said, you're not getting anything near me to get into my head." Morrigan was deterred on her decision, not only was she uncomfortable letting some strange guy that had cur-...given her a gift, but there were memories that Morrigan preferred to remain hidden.
"I'll figure something else out."

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"Goodnight?" Morrigan looked to Ezrael again before realizing she had gotten side tracked. "Yes goodnight." she'd say before finally vacating and heading up the road. On her way, Morrigan seemed to hit a throng of people constantly moving, the night life in Wing City seemed to improve.
"What is this, midnight sale at some mall or something?" Morrigan badgered as she weaved between people, receiving looks as she went a long, disapproving glares from the women and gawking from the men, maybe it was her attire?
"I hate the city."

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Morrigan kept pushing her way through the crowd, which seemed to be getting thicker, an idea popped into her head that she could either fire off her gun and scare the daylights out of everyone, or turn dragon and just fly out, either way she'd be making a scene, and she wasn't one to do such.
As Morrigan progressed through the mass crowd she'd bump into people constantly, either receiving a dirty look, pushed back, gawked at or simply mocked.
"H'ok, this is pissing me off."
For now Morrigan held her temper, that is until bumping into one more guy, she'd walk head long right into Hans who seemed to be traveling in the opposite direction.
"Son of a... Get outta my way yo-..." She cut herself off upon angling her head to see the fellow that she had collided with.

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Morrigan watched the man keep walking, and for a split second she contemplated on following, but again, it just didn't seem like her to do such a thing, however something about the male spiked her interest, something that hadn't happened in a very long time. Turning around, Morrigan scanned the crowd, searching for that one guy, She picked him out rather easily, probably due to the fact that he, like her, was having trouble moving through the bustling crowd. Again the urge of following the guy played about her mind, and without thinking she found herself closer to him.
What the hell am I doing, I'm not seriously gonna stalk the guy, am I?

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Morrigan Saw that the man of interest began to move more quickly through the crowd, she smirked for a moment as she finally decided that perhaps she should to, her means was less conventional? In terms of getting through a crowd. She'd draw one of her large magnums, flashing it from time to time to get a mass group to part or to get some asshole from that would begin to bitch at her for stepping on their feet with her boots, or in general just to scare people away from her.
Eventually, Morrigan's tactic paid off and she was directly behind the guy. She'd holster her revolver and try to think of something to say, but couldn't think of anything, her mind was blank.
"Dammit..." She muttered under her breath as she continued following the guy. Think, Morrigan, think, theres gotta be something you can say to him.
Even as she thought she'd continue trailing him, a couple times she had to fight to get to him again, but was able to stay on his tail.

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Morrigan followed the man, even as his paced increased, this time not using her pistol to scare off people in her way, this time she'd just push past. For a moment Morrigan lost sight of the man, but luckily, or unluckily, caught sight of him entering a parking complex, so there she headed.
Once off the busy streets she felt a little more comfortable, but only for a few moments, again she had lost track of the man, and simply stood in the center of the lot.
"Hello?" She called out, her voice echoing throughout the complex.
Instinct told her to take out her pistols, but she refrained, her intent wasn't to kill the man, just talk.

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Morrigan had began to check the corners, looking to see any signs of life, this was done mostly from training as people often hid in them, and for a moment she could have sworn upon seeing dark hair peer from one of the corners. Morrigan began to move to said corner.
As the gunslinger neared, a voice came from behind her, startling her just a bit and making her draw a single revolver, pivot on her heels, and have the weapon pointed at the source of the random greeting. To her astonishment, the greeting came from an oddity of a bird.
"Uh...hi." She'd mutter before reholstering her pistol and moving towards the corner.

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As Morrigan walked to the corner she'd glance down at the odd bird thing, finding it more odd as she noticed it had lips to allow it better speech. For a moment Morrigan contemplated shooting the thing as it clicked beside her.
"I'm trying to find someone, because theres something about him that...well, I dunno." she'd answer all the creatures questions, becoming more and more aggravated.
Finally Morrigan came to the corner, however, it would seem that the man she had followed knew of her arrival. A clicking sound followed by the feeling of a steel ring pressed to the side of her head made Morrigan freeze, eyes wide in shock. Why hadn't she seen this, why wasn't she holding her own pistol rather than they both being holstered, why had she even followed the guy in the first place.
"Shit..."

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Twas a chilly night, the air holding a sort of dampness to it in the autumn evening. Morrigan strode down the street at a rather slow pace, not being in a hurry to her destination for reasons unknown except to her and the one shes to meet.
Morrigan's breath drifted, with every exhale, as a white wisp of condensation before mixing with the cold outer air. Indeed summer was long gone now.

Morrigan continued down the sidewalk, remembering from her last visit as to where she needed to go. Rounding a corner, she'd spot Ezrael standing just outside. She froze, watched him for a moment or two, remaining out of the downward cast of light from the street lamps.

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Morrigan continued her slow pace after Ezrael had completed his examination of the encased creature. Eyeing the statue for but a moment as she walked bay, Morrigan couldn't help but wonder as to what exactly it was. She'd push these thoughts from her head for now and continued moving towards the man.
"Ezrael." She'd call out quiet.y

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Morrigan's lips twitched into a sarcastic smirk as she rolled her eyes at the man. "Yea, right, like you're ever going to get me in one of your contraptions."

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Morrigan's lips twitched into a sarcastic smirk as she rolled her eyes at the man. "Yea, right, like you're ever going to get me in one of your contraptions." shed mumble
Reaching the man's front, she'd cross her arms, her look obviously showed she was being impatient.
"Well, lets get in, its fricken cold out here."

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Morrigan seemed fond of the idea of watching Ezrael pierced by the syringe, the pictured image made her chortle to herself. "So you get poked and I get a tan?" She inquired, jokingly of course.
Upon seeing the 'machine', which was literally just a tanning bed connected to the freakishly odd chair, Morrigan would simply blink at it with an expression that portrayed that she was unimpressed.
"Well... seems more comforting."

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"I thought I said I was keeping this 'gift' as you call it." Morrigan replied as she stared at Ezrael in the rather freakish chair.
"I haven't changed my mind, I am keeping it, I'm here merely to try and control it. I'm sick of buying new mattresses."

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"I see... So a were-...dragon?"
Morrigan strode to the portion of the machine she was to occupy, eyeing it for a moment, possibly inspecting it to ensure it was safe.
"No fooling around Ezrael, if I so much suspect that you are trying to take it or that you're trying to scam me in some other way, I'm going to shoot you."

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Morrigan strolled down the side walk accompanied by the chime of her spurs, and the shadow of her visage. She enjoyed the lack of company, that 'lone wolf' like game she played all too often. As of late, however, she found herself desiring the company of another. This, the gunslinger found to be very odd for herself. She cared little for the goings on in the world let alone caring at all for having someone to speak about such events. But like many lonely citizens of Wing City, she found herself headed towards Gambit's bar. Where it was never a dull moment, the variety was vast, and she could drink herself to death.

The door to the establishment swung open, and Morrigan strode within. Taking off her large overcoat and placing it upon the coat hook by the door. She then took notice of a pair of men dressed in what appeared to be ancient Imperial attire, much like a samurai but with a modern twist. Each were armed. She simply shrugged and ventured to the counter where she occupied a stool.

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Morrigan cast a curious stare of gold about the bar, noting the various patrons that occupied the space behind her. She also took notice that the current company was as strange as ever. To this she shook her head and looked straight ahead of herself.
Nothing ever changes in this place.
Morrigan thought to herself before smirking.
Now Morrigan sought means of service, a bartender or kiosk. Last time she was here, there was a computer like till that one would punch their order into. Lord knows what means one had to go through now to get a simply whiskey.

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Morrigan Caught a man whom seemed rather perturbed using the kiosk. She herself frowned upon seeing the machine, she hated the damned thing. Speaking of things she hated, Morrigan found herself engaged by a young one, or 'Imp' as she so commonly referred to. The gunslinger cast a glare from the corner of her eye towards Faraias the youth explained the use of the terminal.
"Yea, I got the hint kid." Morrigan replied with a hint of annoyance peppered in her words.
The Gunslinger then un-perched herfelf from her stool and made for the kiosk that Markus had recently used, punching in an order for a whiskey. Once she was finished with the blasted terminal, she returned to her perch.

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Morrigan Caught the words of the angelic, child like, male at the counter not far away. She'd smirk at the boy's ignorance of her other form, tempted to make the change and prove that their was more than one being capable of flight within the building. However, she refrained and simply took up her stool once more to wait for her order. Morrigan's attention was soon caught again by the youth that had the tenacity to speak to her. This time however, she simply smirked and shook her head.
"Not worth my time, let alone a bullet."