Name: Morgan Landry
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Eyes: Brown with long eyelashes
Hair: Waist-long, dark brown (almost black), slightly wavy
Height: Mmmh I don't know how to say... I'm 1m65 tall now how to convert it, I have no idea.
Body type: busty and whide-hipped
Skin Color: white but sun-tanned
God Parent: Hecate
Mortal Parent: unknownCountry of origin: Germany, Berlin
Pets: None
Talents: Fight, playing the piano, drawing, making drinks, strong affinity for plants and their effects.
Weapon**: A four-colour-ballpoint pen. IfI press the black one, I have a dagger. If I press the blue one, I have a sword. If I press the red one, I have a blazing whip. If I press the green one, I have a skean dhu. I called it Apokryphos ("Secret" in ancient greek). All blades
are made of stygian iron. I also have a leather bracelet which can turn into a shield.
Flaws: irritable, sometimes bothersome, perfectionist, at times cruel to sadistic.
Powers (must relate to God parent, optional): I can make someone have nightmares, and I practice geomancy.
Life before CHB*: I grew up in a french-and-german family with which I discovered I wasn't related in any possible way.They are'nt my natural and biological family, even if I strongly resemble them (it's a charm my mother put on me to protect me, an empousa told me). So I lived in Berlin for quite a long time (actually as long as I can remember), and then me best friend told me she was in fact an empousa who had to protect me. She explained she couldn't tell me before because of the Second Titan War, she had to wait for the outcome. So she took me to CHB after making something up for my adoptive family. Since she's a monster, no one attacked us except a Cyclops, but the empousa easily killed him. She left me at the camp's gate, explaining she couldn't enter and accompany me because of her being a monster.
RP example*: I just arrived in the arena, Apokryphos in sword-modus. It was a truly beautiful building, far more than the Colosseum. As soon I marched into this camp, I had wanted to learn swordplay, and to test my instinctive skills too. As I saw all those demigods fighting, I knew I hadn't a chance of standing against even one of them. I saw some standing in retreat, drinking some refreshments. I walked over to them. I chose a boy with ash-blond hair who seemed to excell at fighting with a sword. "Hi" I said. "I'm new here, recently arrived. Would you care teaching me some moves?"
Any notes: My wardrobe is essentially punk-military, with a lot of leather and black. I excell at composing drugs and potions. And since I'm neither English nor American, it's possible I make some vocabulary or grammar faults. Please excuse me.
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