Morgan Macphearson
The damsel in shining armor.
The damsel in shining armor.
Basics
♠ My name is: Morgan Macphearson
♠ Call me: Morgan
♠ I'm a: ♀
♠ Who likes: ♀, though it's not something that I've given much thought.
♠ I am: 26 years old.
♠ I work: as a knight.
♠ But unofficially: I'm the only woman in the troupe.
♠ My life: used to be fairly normal. I was one of three children, the youngest in a farming family. My father and older brothers would work the field during the day, and on Sundays take what extra produce we had to market to sell. Mother and I would stay home cooking and cleaning, and she would teach me how to knit and mend clothing. Being on the outskirts of our little town, however, meant that we were occasionally subject to the unsavory sort that occasionally passed through, but we never imagined that they would wait until my father was gone hunting and set upon the house like wolves. They killed my brothers outright, and my mother...what was done to her isn't fit to be discussed. The only thing that I have to be thankful for is that I was too young to warrant such attention, so they simply slit my throat and left me for dead. They were in a hurry, however, and left their job on me undone, and my father had the time to get me to a healer before it was too late. Once I had healed, I realized that, with my brothers gone and my mother in no state to help anyone, he needed a son to help him. To farm, to hunt, to protect, and so, in a manner of speaking, I became the son that he needed. Eventually, we sold our tiny plot of land because even then it was too much for two people alone, and mother seemed to do better in the relative safety of the city. Father began work at a larger inn there and mother mended clothing when she was of a mind to, and I apprenticed myself to become a knight. After years of working with my father, other than farm, fighting was all I knew how to do.
Appearance
♦ Height: 5'5"
♦ Weight: 165lbs
♦ Build:She's not particularly tall, but she is somewhat broad of shoulders. A muscular frame is proof of how hard she works to keep up with the men of her troop, but there is a distinctly feminine form underneath it. She's got a trim waistline and curves at the hips.
♦ Skin tone: Tanned, from days outside in the sun. She's also got freckles across the bridge of her nose and down her forearms.
♦ Hair: Curly, blond, and always kept cropped short.
♦ Eyes: Doe brown.
♦ Face: She's got an oval face with high cheekbones and strong features. She's got surprisingly soft-looking lips, and a horrifying scar that runs diagonally down her throat.
Friends and Family
♣ My parents: Mathias and Matilda Thomlinson. My father works hard to support my mother in the somewhat...broken state that she has been in since the attack where my brothers were killed. My father and I are still close, though he does somewhat feel like he stole what would've been my life.
♣ My brothers: are dead. It has been long enough now that I can recall them and the memory of their death doesn't get in the way.
♣ My friends: are the men that I work with, and I would hardly call them friends. I trust them at my back, but I have only my father to talk with and confide in. My mother thinks that I am some young man that father took in to help with the farm.
♣ Old Flame: Jonas Winters, a boy that lived in the town close to where our farm was. I was trying to be as normal a girl as I could at the time, but when a kiss gives you a panic attack, it's unlikely that the relationship is going to last. Since then, I haven't had the time or inclination to socialize much, even if I could find someone that would be interested.
♣ My enemy: is Ian Vanness. He is the man that occasionally challenges me for my position, and he is incredibly bitter about the fact that he has yet to win it from me, honestly or otherwise. I sleep with one eye open when he is in town.
♣ For companionship: I go to my father. He and I became very close, almost out of necessity after my brothers were killed and mother was no longer able to work, and we have remained close.
Personality
♥ I like: taking a moment to myself, sitting outside and enjoying the view. Taking care of the horses. Having a drink and engaging in conversation. My life and my job are largely things that must be done, and while I'm not bitter about it, they aren't things that I particularly enjoy.
♥ I don't like: bandits/mercenaries, the fact that I will never be as strong as a man, foul play, dresses and womens' shoes.
♥ My good habits are: fully applying myself to whatever task I undertake, keeping my equipment (armor, weapon, horse, etc) clean and in working order (of course) and speaking respectfully--to those that are respectful to me.
♥ My bad habits are: that occasionally I have a problem with my temper, and I have been known to fight underhanded if an urgent need arises. I also am a terrible hand at mending my own clothing, since it's been ten years almost since I attempted it.
♥ When it comes to a glass of water: ...I would like to drink it? Water is for using, not for debating.
♥♠ "Once you say things can't get any worse, someone takes the opportunity
to rise to the occasion. The best you can to in response is succeed anyway." ♦♣
to rise to the occasion. The best you can to in response is succeed anyway." ♦♣
