Character Name: Morrigan Anithe Blair
Blood Type: Pureblood
Gender: Female
Age/Year: 11/1st Year
Family Information: Father is Camlin Blair. Mother is Elizabeth Blair. Morrigan has a younger sister named Isabel. Camlin was bitten by a werewolf many years ago. Out of shame and fear, Elizabeth packed up and took Morrigan and Isabel away from Ireland and their father. Mother owns and runs a little shop. They do not mingle with muggles, in fear of becoming discovered. Though, their family line is pure and strong, they do not mind the company and companionship of "mudbloods".
Hometown: (I'm not familar enough with England to name a place. But they live in a run-down house. And they are from Ireland.)
Wand: Seven Inches. Oak. Dragon spit core.
Pet(s): Merlin, an old, black cat with narrow, watchful, yellow eyes. He is a grumpy old thing.
Broom: Gold Moon Ver. IV
Physical Description: Morrigan is a short, firey red-head. Her hair is usually pulled back. Her eyes are large and a stunning shade of green. Her skin is fair and feckled. Her lips are a pretty pink. She may be slender but she is strong. Ms. Blair's normal get-up is dark, but not gothic. Despite her size she carries with her the air of rebellion and strength. Her stare can be dark and unsettling. The lass looks very much like her father, which frightens her mother.
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Personality
Personality: Morrigan is, at first impression, serious, quiet, and intelligent. And sometimes cold-hearted. Once you get to know her she warms up to you. She'll crack jokes, tell stories, and do anything to make you laugh. But she demands respect, honesty, and kindness, which she gives in return. Morrigan has a history of being rebellious, though she is good student. She is bold, brave, blunt, and clever. And loves a good laugh.
Relationships and Social Skills: Morrigan is a great friend. She's loyal to the end for all her loved ones. Since she is an older sister, she tends to play the care-giver role among peers. As a student, she obeys, keeps quiet, and hardly ever causes trouble. But...she can be a smartmouth.
Weaknesses: Pride, boldness, curiousity, and anger. She sometimes takes things too seriously. Holds gurdges...and gets revenge.
Strengths: Good sense of humor. Honest and caring. Smart, brave, and friendly.
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Past, Present, and Future
History: Morrigan's father became a werewolf while she was very young. Secretly, the two have been writing letters to each other for quite some time. Her mother loves Camlin dearly, but even he knows that she needed to keep the childern safe. So, only a few months after his transformation they moved to England. Morrigan has uncles and aunts and cousins, but has not seen them in a long time. It has been Morrigan, her sister, and her mother for the most part. They survive off her mother's wizards' and witches' clothes shop, which their house is built over.
Here and Now: Morrigan has recently lost touch with her father. Her mother is becoming seriously ill. Fortunately, the shop is becoming very successful suddenly. Isabel is acting odd. Morrigan's guess is that her sister is worried about their mother and father.
Long-term Outlook: Morrigan is studying to become a famous potion mixer. She is hoping to get either the Slytherin or Gryffindor House. (Her mother was Gryffindor. Her father was Slytherin.) But for the most part, she is worried about her father and mother. It is her father's curse and her mother's illness that motive her to learn potions. Sadly, Morrigan does not see the challenges that lie ahead of her. It is years in the making, but the girl will become very much like her father. Maybe too much.
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Special Request: None
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RP Sample:
"This is it, lass!" Morrigan's mother chirped, planting a kiss on her cheek. The little red-head managed not to blush as she wipped the smudge of lipstick off her face. She looked at her mother and smiled. There was life yet in the fading slip of the former Gryffindor. Morrigan could see it her blue eyes, despite the greyish skin.
"I guess I'll be off then," Morrigan said, giving her mom a hug. She glanced down at her little sister, Isabel. "Love ya, sis. Be good." She hugged her sister, blinking away a few tears. She would not allow herself to cry in front of them. She had to be strong.
The Hogwarts train whistled, again, as Morrigan turned her back on her small family and hopped aboard. She turned to wave and saw that they were waving back. "Bye!" Morrigan shouted to them. "I'll miss you," she whispered.
She sucked in a long breath and forced up the courage to continue into the train. Merlin, her cat, cried from within his traveling box as she wheeled her trunk down the aisle. "Almost there, Merlin," she told him. All the compartments were full.
There must be seating somewhere...
House: Gryffindor
