Morgana

[Species] Spotted Hyena


[Age] 4.00


[Pronouns] She/Her


[Faction] Ecadian (Queen)


[Alignment] ---


















[Pelt Type] Red Roan coloration with normal hyena spots

[Eye Color] Purple (lower set) Gold (upper set)



[Mutations]

• Morph (Antennae)
• Extra Eyes
• Horns
• Spines
• Lengthen Limb (tail)
• Quills (tail)

[Accessories] N/A


[Body Type] Heavy
[Height] 5ft

[Weight] 230 Lbs

[Notable Scars] N/A however the purple marks upon her legs were once scars


















[Overview]



She is one for poetic words and speech patterns known only to those of educated stature. Eloquence more easily coming to her than breathing. It can make her seem of pretentious nature but she can use slang when the situation calls for it. Often times she saves long exasperating context for insults and story telling. Referring to swearing and sarcastic remarks when with those she deems less worthy of her attention.



She is what one could call scholarly, striving to be well educated in any subject she can dig her teeth into. A curious creature by nature, often listening to any and all who have knowledge that she herself is lacking. She retains new information rather easily and isn't one to forget a face or name. Anatomy and the studies of the body more than fascinate her, easily entertaining her senses and twisting within her mind like a complicated dance.



Feelings and tradition mean little to her. Materialist things also not being of any use to her. Slaves are playthings and anyone in her way is a sack of meat ready to be shredded and gorged on by scavengers. She doesn't care about what others think of her, and those she has her way with often end up without a head later. Strength and intelligence are more than enough to pull her in and are often the only things she finds to be worth any value.



Since her views of importance are slightly skewed she is not one to miss a detail. She calculates things quickly and effectively, although she is prone to making mistakes as all are. She isn't one to jump head first into danger without knowing just who her opponent is. This doesn't mean she isn't cutthroat and ready to kill, nothing will stop her once her patience has been broken.



She is rather intense when it comes to her violent outbursts. She kills and maims for fun, steals away victims as playthings and cares not for their safety. If they whine to much, make themselves an annoyance, then they can die and serve as her toys until they begin to rot. She doesn't care what they think, say, or feel, they are a plaything to her and nothing more. This carnage brutality extends to those she wishes to have alive as well, a knock out easily good enough for her to do as she wishes with them. Contorting their bodies into humiliating positions for all to gawk at until they regain their consciousness.




[Phobias]



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[Fatal Flaws]



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[Pre-Ebon]



Born to a mother and father, brother beside her both of timber and white. Father killed easily by the false King filled with poisonous lies and half truth. Pulled from the den she was, bait for her darling brother, turning mother to ash and bone. They lived together in mock harmony, putting on a doll face for her brother but showing her resistance to such disgusting teachings. She fed on those of their own kind as little as possible, instead feasting on small prey that wandered into her line of sight. One to many times she had been pushed, brain screaming at her within the night and sins pulling at her limbs like marionette strings.



She left, disappearing for such a long time, having fled so horribly while her brother had slept. She knew not of the consequences that would follow her fleeing form.



She gorged herself with the things she killed, scraping by and surviving by the skin of her teeth, vicious and malicious towards everything. She was met by a creature far bigger than herself, something she had never laid eyes upon before. A large feline, a lion and his pride, he invited her in, pulling at her inability to feed herself. Her gaunt bones and dull coat begging for a filling meal for the first time in a long time. She was fed and kept warm by them, growing oh so very close with a young lioness by the name of Flora.



She was as beautiful as her name, though her personality was the opposite of both Flora and the one who adored her so. She was violent, cruel, and deceitful to all who didn't hold a place within her heart. Surprisingly Flora had taken a liking to the sickly girl, both of them falling for each other and learning off of one an other. Together they were a formidable team, Flora the brute strength with her wolf partner of twisted mind. They fought for glory, toys, and simple bloodshed.



Though her brother always tainted whatever happiness she found, wanting nothing more than to save him from such a disgusting end. She had returned to there once, finding it empty and a small wolf skull. She feared the worse, and instead shut off her heart to such miseries. Instead she turned savage, so much so that her partner in crime had grown to love her, together they had become mates of bloodshed and combat. They rose to great heights, blinded by power and held on such a pedestal by the pride they originated from.



Though the higher they climb, the harder they fall.



Their pride, their glory to bright, blinding them to the threats that loomed around every corner. It was a lesson in hubris, the lesson of not only can you rely on strength but cunning as well. Their home was ransacked, the battle fierce and diabolical. Blood ran in rivers and whomever survived had already fled. She and her mate pushed to the edge of the cliff, the rocks crumbling away. Her mate, her other half, the power she had come to adore, ripped from her. The lioness having reached out with her claws at the last minute in a desperate attempt to live, left deep gouges within her wolven lovers legs.



She, now left alone upon the pedestal was kept alive, but not for long. She was to be executed in front of all, a Queen dethroned. From her mouth she threw curses, eyes lit with flame and poison within her soul she screamed out to the heavens. All of her was ripped away, the flesh torn from her bones leaving behind a skeletal frame and bastardized feelings.



She rose anew here, in a body completely foreign to her own. Her heart had died, shriveled and cold within her, sworn to never love a new again. Curses had been laid upon her, the markings of purple the seared upon her flesh from her failures. Though perhaps she had become stronger now in this form, ready to enact the group that would bring back the glory and bloodshed that she had once ruled from.



And as a second chance, to save her brother once again as cursed twins.






[Current Events]



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[Magic]

• [Lvl. 1]