Nickname: Doc
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Good guy or bad guy? Explain: Morgan would like to think of himself as one of the good guys. I mean, he isnāt about to go risking his life on principle or anything, but heāll stand up for the people he cares about. He committed his share of atrocities in the war, and since then he's kept a low profile, and even tried to make amends in his own way by becoming Splitcreek's doctor. But when it comes to choosing a side, Morgan really just wants to be left alone. Still, something's been bothering him recently. If he doesn't fight to take back Splitcreek, if he allows outlaws to terrorize women and children in the streets, can he really call himself a good guy? Good people don't look the other way. Good people don't just stitch up wounds and help bury the dead, they fight to protect the people and places they care for. Morgan's greatest fear is that in refusing to declare a side...he sort of already has.
Position: Town doctor, rancher, and a Civil War veteran.
Personality:
Morgan is a pensive, thoughtful man, and heās seen a lot in his 34 years. He's a smart guy, no question, and he's got a strong moral compass, though he'd like to deny it. The hardships he's suffered in life have made him something of a hermit, and he's not much of a talker, but when he does speak it's a careful, thoughtful response that clearly articulates what's on his mind. For a largely antisocial person, Morgan spends a lot of his time around people. When not working on patients in his office or making house calls, he's often sitting at the bar in his favorite saloon, the Silver Spur, making small talk with the barkeep.
Heād like to pretend he doesnāt give a damn about the recent uproar in town, but he really does. Heās always got his eyes peeled and a hand on the trigger, should things really take a turn for the worse in Splitcreek. Oh yes, Morgan cares a great deal about the goings on in town, but he wonāt admit it. Heād rather play it cool and bite his tongue, even though the crimes in Splitcreek are starting to drive him mad. After the Civil War, Morgan moved West for a fresh start, but trouble seems to follow him wherever he goes. He can't escape the ghosts of his past, and as hard as he tries to take a neutral stance, something always seems to be pulling him back in. He wants to be the voice of reason, an impartial party, but something about watching outlaws lie and cheat just makes his blood boil. Maybe it's because he's a righteous man, or maybe (and this is what Morgan really fears) it's because he sees himself in those outlaws- the parts of himself he hates more than anything. He'd like to think he can bury his old sins by treating tuberculosis and soothing fevers, but all the medical work in the world can't clear his conscious.
His cardinal sin? He smokes. Frequently, and with relish. Not that that was uncommon in the late 1800's, but he's a doctor for crying out loud. Ah well.
Skills: He thinks before he acts. That may not sound like much a skill, but in a town with more than its fair share of trigger-happy bozos, his reason and cool demeanour have served him well. Heās a pretty good shot, thanks to his brief but demanding army service, and he knows a few tricks with his gun. And, of course, being a doctor and all, heās pretty handy in a medical emergency.
History:
Morgan grew up in the Northeast, the only son of Virgil and Abigail Crowe. Growing up, Morgan had a taste for adventure, and always dreamed of travelling to new and exciting places. Home was never all that great- his father had a serious drinking problem and his mother was an opium addict. He had just turned 19 at the start of the Civil War, and was eager to fight for the North and achieve the great glory he had come to associate with war. Fighting for the Union proved to be a sobering experience, and he turned his back on his old life for a chance to move out West and start anew. Morgan left many things behind at home- a family, his first love, the comfort and safety of civilization. He's always been a wanderer, never really tied to one place, and the horror of war was all that was needed to drive him from his home town into the unknown dangers of the Wild West.
He was one of the first to settle in Splitcreek, and set up shop as a doctor. Heās watched Splitcreek grow into a thriving town, and heās growing uneasy with the lack of law and order. But he wonāt get involved. No Sir, heās paid his dues. Heās already got one foot out the door, and might be leaving town any day. But something keeps him here. Some part of him wants to be a hero, wants to bring justice to a town struggling to find its way. He might, just might, be convinced to play for the good guys, but heās had too much experience playing devilās advocate is unlikely to pick a side at all.
Personal Relationships: Morgan does his best to avoid personal relationships at all costs.
Appearance:
Morgan is your typical rugged rancher type. Tan skin, rough hands, a good strong jaw. His cool grey eyes, shaded by a heavy brow, appear to be in a constant squint, as if he were intently searching for something. For a man who makes most of his money associating with people (albeit injured/dying people), Morgan doesnāt smile very often, and when he does it tends to look rather unnatural- a very forced, tight-lipped gesture. Heās a very stoic, statuesque man, and being 6ā3ā, he can cut a pretty imposing figure. He has a scar on his left cheek that he doesnāt like to talk about; itās rumoured to be a battle wound. Heās not big on flashy clothing, and prefers the simplicity and comfort of work shirts and his wide brim tan hat. Heās had the same boots for 12 years, and doesnāt plan on replacing them any time soon. Really, he could care less what you think of his lack lustre ensemble.
