Post by Morgan Flint on Nov 13, 2009 0:40:50 GMT -5
---HEAR NOW THE WORDS OF THE BARD
Listen close to everybody's heart// And hear that breaking sound//Hopes and dreams are shattering apart//And crashing to the ground
--AND THE STORY BEGINS
Morgan Flint-- WENCH
ENTER THE HERO
NAME: Morgan Flint
NICKNAMES: Morgie, Raven, -cough- Queen Bitch-cough-
DOB: October 30
FAMILY: Marlene Penfallon- Mother
Emery Flint- Father
Marcus Flint- Brother
Admiral Penfallon- Stepfather
Drake Penfallon- Step brother
GRADE: Junior
PERSONALITY: Morgan isn't the nicest of people and she knows it. The only time she's sugary sweet is when she wants something and she has to want it bad. Now, you know the saying, a man in power is the boss, a woman in power is a bitch? Yeah, meet the bitch. Ambitious and driven, she knows what she wants and she gets it. Get in her way and get ready to eat her dust. Organized to a fault, she's a person who believes that there's a place for everything and everything should stay the hell in its place. To add to her oh so sweet personality, don't cross Morgan. Revenge is her favorite dessert to satisfy her sweet tooth.
Now to get to the few nicer parts, she is creative. Writing is her life. When all else fails, the comforting routine of writing takes away the stress. When she does hit that semi-Zen state of relaxation, she's almost pleasant enough to have a drink with or ask out for coffee. She's fanatically devoted to her older brother, Marcus. He's the closest tie to her beloved Father that she has left. Not that she'll ever admit it, but part of Morgan is just a sad scared little girl who is still mourning the loss of her Father and angry at her Mother for moving on when she can't.
QUIRKS: *Morgan has mild OCD- - Her life remains highly structured because when it isn't, things seem to fall apart. It centers around the number three and mild superstition.
* She's a vegetarian
*She loves birds of any kind but especially ravens and peacocks.
*She will ONLY type on type writers when writing her stories for the paper-
Converting it to computer format is for the lower members of staff to figure it out.
--A LOOKING GLASS REFLECTION
FACE CLAIM: Jessica Lowndes
HAIR: Morgan's hair changes with her attitude- Usually its length is just under her collarbone in choppy layers. Its color, as varying as its length, is always dark: chocolate, jet, mocha, indigo.
EYES: Perhaps only of the only thing she has in common with her step-dork is the fact they both have kaleidoscope eyes. Morgan's are like the sea: blue to grey to green. Her Grandmother used to call them Celt eyes, reflecting the girl's heritage. When she's in editor mode, she wears those nifty, 1950s winged glasses- Otherwise, she wears contacts.
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'4"//120
BODY TYPE: Thanks to Morgan's dedication to running and yoga, her body type is slender and athletic. She doesn't let herself get to the point of looking sickly though because she knows, if she did, her Mother would comment and its a conversation she'd like to avoid. Her muscles are defined but not to the point that its gross and masculine. It makes her seem dangerous, like a panther.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:
*She has a little cluster of freckles on her left hip shaped like a six pointed star- Cool, huh?
*Morgan has a tattoo of a tree that covers most of her left side. The image is of a solid, black tree with ravens flying away from the branches. I know what you're thinking- A tattoo? Isn't she a little young for that? Pssh, like she'd listen even if you did tell her that. Any ways, that's what big brothers of legal signing age are for- He bought it for her 16th birthday while their Mom was away on a cruise with her husband.
*She has several scars on her inner thighs, an inch long and white against her normally tanned skin. Don't bother asking about them because she won't admit to what they really are.
--A TALE OF GLORY;; A TALE OF WOE
HISTORY: Morgan Flint was born a military brat. Her Dad had been in the service since he was eighteen. He married his wife and bore his children into that same lifestyle. Needless to say, even as a girl, she got to see the world- Moving from port to port. Back then, life seemed more simple and kind. She had her dearest Daddy, her doting Mother, big brother and she was her Daddy's old soul baby . Finally, once her Father was promoted, they seemed to settle. They bought a little house off the base with a view of the sea and a picket fence. They even got a Labrador retriever named Poseidon.
Because of his position, Emery was away a lot more than he intended, consulting with some of the highest ranking of his order. One night, he brought home one of the star Admirals- A man named Penfallon. Morgan didn't like him from the moment she met her Father's guest and made it blatantly obvious despite her Father's stern looks. They all passed it off as her being a child. Morgan knew something was wrong though- - she could feel it. And then one day, her Daddy went away and never came back. He'd been sent away to the land of deserts and blazing sun on a mission deemed a suicide plot. They never even got his body back because the ship he was on was decimated. All they got was a flag and a promise that he died honorably. What does honor mean to a fatherless child though?
After the funeral, the Admiral started coming back around. Morgan noticed her Mother and he started spending more time together- And less with her and Marcus. One night, after being out to dinner, they came home and told them that they would be getting married. The house by the water was sold, Poseidon was given away, and the family moved to Ash Hill. They moved into the Admiral's home with his things, and his memories with his son, Drake. Morgan swore she would always hate her new brother as much as she hated her stepfather. Refusing to take his last name, she stood steadfast in the position she was a Flint- Despite her Mother's begging that it would make things simpler.
That was the end of the little girl we knew. As she grew, she was like the solitary aspen on the side of a mountain- Very little beauty bloomed from inside of her. Instead, she became hardened, flexible out of necessity and bottled things up. When she was twelve, she had a melt down in the middle of a math test and had to be taken to the hospital and sedated. The Doctor's said it was acute stress and perhaps depression. They gave her medication and the Admiral suggested to his wife that instead of wasting their time with trying to keep her in the well ranked Ash Hills school with the boys, that maybe she should go to the other public school. They told Morgan it would be easier for her because no one would know of her trouble past. Again, she felt like she was being hidden away because she was an embarrassment to her family.
Who knows what Morgan would have been like if she would have continued on her first path instead of being placed on this one? In the other school, she actually thrived surprisingly to everyone. She was a star pupil with her brains and wit, an overachiever in all her subjects and extra curricular. She ran track (not that anyone but Marcus had ever been to one of her meets that she knew of) and her freshman year got a place on the paper. There was a change in her demeanor even at home during that first year of high school. Not to say she became Sally Sunshine but she wasn't like a caged animal, waiting for you to turn your back.
Sophmore year was much of the same though she was sent back to her psychologist for a new condition- It seemed that her quiet murmuring and counting of objects was actually an Obsessive Compulsive Behavior. Her parents demanded it be dealt with and she was again medicated- When she bothers to take her pills. With the Seniors having graduated, the school paper had seemed to fall apart when the supervising teacher asked Morgan to take a crack at being editor. By the end of first term, it was back on track and actually became enjoyed by staff and students alike. Perhaps it fed the girl's inflated opinion of herself but she took pride in her work. During Parent-Teacher interviews, the same teacher who gave her her big break, made the mistake of mentioning to Morgan's Mother that perhaps her daughter wasn't being challenged enough scholastically. When it was mentioned to the Admiral, it was decided her Junior year could be spent at Ash Hill High.
Old Morgan came back with this news. She threw an absolute tantrum that the neighbors could even hear. Terrible things were said that night and she doesn't regret a single one of them. In fact, she meant every word screamed. This September she'll be in the same school as her brother and, to appease her, strings were pulled to get her transferred in as interim editor of the school paper, the Ash Hill Lancer. All we can say is Ash Hill, the new Queen B is here- Get ready to bow.
ANYTHING ELSE:
*Morgan's ink:
*She also has a Monroe piercing on her left side, wearing a purple jewel in it.
*Morgan always wears a locket that her Dad gave her for her tenth birthday.
--SHOW ME YOUR WARES
Morgan Flint was not a shrinking violet. Nor was she a rose or a gilded lilly. Really, she's just not a flower person. As the Senior Editor of the Lancer, she didn't have a lot of time for things that she didn't consider a priority. So, when Principal Barnes called her into his office for a meeting, she didn't hesitate. "Ms Flint, I've been hearing some questionable rumors about the paper."
"Oh really?" One eye brow arched, "And what would those be, Sir?" Today, luckily, she was dressed in what she'd consider a ‘power outfit.' A ivory silk blouse with puffed sleeves under a purple and heather colored sweater vest and a black mini with knee high leather boots. All together, she looked much more than her seventeen years old. "Would it be that we're running an article about a certain Chemistry teacher whose been accepting bribes? Or the article about how certain sports teams were conveniently not checked for steroids during the city finals?" One thing she's never been good at was mincing words- Or not going for the throat when it was exposed. "Because both of those are true and the articles will be in print this week."
When he started to object, she shook her head, standing and approaching the desk. Leaning over it, she pressed her palms flat to the table. "No no no, don't say a word. Step Daddy dearest paid you good money to let me has the position of senior editor- You wouldn't want that to be my next byline, would you? Didn't think so." Straightening, her sweet smile relined her features, "If that'll be all, Principal Barnes, I have a Algebra test now and I just can't wait to rock it. Ta ta for now." Turning on her heel, she left without ever looking back.
