Post by MÓRRÍGAN ÁINE CEALLACHÁIN on Sept 23, 2013 20:40:22 GMT
Mórrígan Áine Ceallacháin
Nicknames: Morgan, Morgana, Morg
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Blood Type: Pureblood
Birthday: February 14, 1980
Year: Sixth
Wand: 10¾", Silver Lime, Demiguise Hair, and Swishy
House:
Patronus: Raven
Alliances: Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore's Army
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Blood Type: Pureblood
Birthday: February 14, 1980
Year: Sixth
Wand: 10¾", Silver Lime, Demiguise Hair, and Swishy
House:
Patronus: Raven
Alliances: Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore's Army
Likes: Divination, faerie tales, reading, light, mythology, and starry nights
Dislikes: Darkness, schizophrenia, madness, Malfoy and Lestrange family, and blood
Weaknesses: Schizophrenia, faints at the sight of blood, vengeful, rarely shows emotion
Strengths: Seeress, compassionate, intelligent, and calm
Amortentia: Roses, herbs, parchment, and lavender
Riddikulus: She fears seeing her brothers' dead bodies.
Expecto Patronum: Morgan's best memory is the first time she ever used magic. She was about five years old which meant that she was a bit of a late bloomer. Her favorite plush rabbit had plummeted deep into the lake. She was on the brink of tears when her rabbit floated out of the water and right into her arms. It was the first time that she had ever used magic.
Dementor: The worst memory was when the Death Eaters ambushed their home. Before the ambush, Morgan had a bad feeling. Something just didn't seem right. She tried to tell her parents but they brushed it off as it was much too dangerous to leave the safety of their home. Night fell on the household and that was when they attacked.
Mirror of Erised: When asked what she wished for the most. it would be for her parents to be back but that was impossible. Her greatest desire would be for the peace in the Wizarding World with her as the Minister for Magic.
Personality: Morgan's personality is a little hard to explain so let's split it up. Like every person in the world, she has good traits and bad ones. Her schizophrenia does affect her personality a bit but it's not so noticeable. If you've known her for a long time, you'd notice the signs. Morgan gets paranoid easily. As a result, she rarely shows her true emotion. She also has some trust issues which stems from her paranoia problem. Morgan isn't someone who voices her thoughts. She occasionally suffers from auditory hallucinations so she doesn't like to speak for fear of being called a lunatic. Still, she tries to not let it get the better of her. She is an extremely ambitious person. Morgan is wicked smart but never rub her the wrong way. That is something that you should never do. Beneath her icy exterior, there is also a compassionate person underneath. She deeply cares for her family but doesn't really know how to show it. Morgan has a sense of justice and can be opinionated even if she doesn't talk about her thoughts. She is a strong believer in the Order because her parents were killed by Death Eaters.
Dislikes: Darkness, schizophrenia, madness, Malfoy and Lestrange family, and blood
Weaknesses: Schizophrenia, faints at the sight of blood, vengeful, rarely shows emotion
Strengths: Seeress, compassionate, intelligent, and calm
Amortentia: Roses, herbs, parchment, and lavender
Riddikulus: She fears seeing her brothers' dead bodies.
Expecto Patronum: Morgan's best memory is the first time she ever used magic. She was about five years old which meant that she was a bit of a late bloomer. Her favorite plush rabbit had plummeted deep into the lake. She was on the brink of tears when her rabbit floated out of the water and right into her arms. It was the first time that she had ever used magic.
Dementor: The worst memory was when the Death Eaters ambushed their home. Before the ambush, Morgan had a bad feeling. Something just didn't seem right. She tried to tell her parents but they brushed it off as it was much too dangerous to leave the safety of their home. Night fell on the household and that was when they attacked.
Mirror of Erised: When asked what she wished for the most. it would be for her parents to be back but that was impossible. Her greatest desire would be for the peace in the Wizarding World with her as the Minister for Magic.
Personality: Morgan's personality is a little hard to explain so let's split it up. Like every person in the world, she has good traits and bad ones. Her schizophrenia does affect her personality a bit but it's not so noticeable. If you've known her for a long time, you'd notice the signs. Morgan gets paranoid easily. As a result, she rarely shows her true emotion. She also has some trust issues which stems from her paranoia problem. Morgan isn't someone who voices her thoughts. She occasionally suffers from auditory hallucinations so she doesn't like to speak for fear of being called a lunatic. Still, she tries to not let it get the better of her. She is an extremely ambitious person. Morgan is wicked smart but never rub her the wrong way. That is something that you should never do. Beneath her icy exterior, there is also a compassionate person underneath. She deeply cares for her family but doesn't really know how to show it. Morgan has a sense of justice and can be opinionated even if she doesn't talk about her thoughts. She is a strong believer in the Order because her parents were killed by Death Eaters.
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Blue
Fashions: During school hours, one would find Morgan with her school robes on. Everything is neat and in its place. After hours, she does dress down. Her clothing often has a touch of lace to them since they're her favorite fabric. Morgan doesn't wear pants often since she prefers dresses and skirts more. Basically, she has a girly sense of style. As for colors, she tends to go for darker tones like navy or maroon. When she does wear light colors, they're usually in pastels.
Play by: Sarah Bolger
Appearance: Morgan has light brown hair that flows down until it brushes with her waist. Her hair is normally kept loose since she dislikes tying it up. Once in a while, she'll put it up in a bun to keep her hair away from her face. Her eyes are a bright blue color that has a slightly dark look to them. She is of a petite stature and looks as if she was a weak pureblooded girl who never had a need to lift a finger. Contrary to the fact, Morgan can cast a pretty mean hex. Her clothing style is elegant yet casual. She usually wears whatever is in style and adds a touch of accessories that makes the clothing a little more unique.
Eyes: Blue
Fashions: During school hours, one would find Morgan with her school robes on. Everything is neat and in its place. After hours, she does dress down. Her clothing often has a touch of lace to them since they're her favorite fabric. Morgan doesn't wear pants often since she prefers dresses and skirts more. Basically, she has a girly sense of style. As for colors, she tends to go for darker tones like navy or maroon. When she does wear light colors, they're usually in pastels.
Play by: Sarah Bolger
Appearance: Morgan has light brown hair that flows down until it brushes with her waist. Her hair is normally kept loose since she dislikes tying it up. Once in a while, she'll put it up in a bun to keep her hair away from her face. Her eyes are a bright blue color that has a slightly dark look to them. She is of a petite stature and looks as if she was a weak pureblooded girl who never had a need to lift a finger. Contrary to the fact, Morgan can cast a pretty mean hex. Her clothing style is elegant yet casual. She usually wears whatever is in style and adds a touch of accessories that makes the clothing a little more unique.
Parents: Breck Ceallacháin - 42 - Father - Unspeakable - Deceased
Cordelia Ceallacháin née Dunbar- 40 - Mother - Unspeakable - Deceased
Siblings: --- --- Ceallacháin - 17 - Older Brother - Unknown House
Lasair Óir Ceallacháin - 12 - Younger Brother - Unknown House
Others: --- --- Ceallacháin - 35 - Uncle - Unknown Occupation
--- --- Ceallacháin née --- - 35 - Aunt - Unknown Occupation
History: Breck and Cordelia Ceallacháin have been madly in love the moment they laid eyes on each other. They married each other as soon as Cordelia's parents allowed them to. A year later, their oldest son was born and they were still very much in love with each other. It only made sense that Mórrígan was born on Valentine's Day a year later. From the moment she was born, it was clear that her parents loved their little princess. Four years later, her younger brother was born. Around that time, Morgan was diagnosed with Paranoid Schizophrenia. It all started when she heard voices. Hearing them wasn't normal for anyone. It wasn't even normal for witches and wizards. They went to healers who would suggest some odd answer like a potion affected her brain or she was a Parselmouth. One healer, however, recommended that they should visit a Muggle doctor. There, the doctor found out that she had schizophrenia. Of course, her type was not as easily seen unless someone was close to her.
If that wasn't enough, Morgan was also discovered to be a seeress. At first, her parents thought that it was an effect of her disorder but when the visions came true, they believed that it was because she was a seer. If one were to look into Cordelia's family tree, they would find one or two seers popping up. Soon enough, Morgan was off to Hogwarts where she was a bit of a hatstall. Her years at Hogwarts would simply be described as interesting. In her first year, the Boy Who Lived was in the same year. Unlike others, she wasn't very interested in meeting him. He may have defeated the Dark Lord but he was still a normal kid just like everyone else in her year. Second year dawned on her. Petrified students turned up around every corner. Her auditory hallucinations were the strongest during this time period. She felt as if most people were against her. She felt trapped and if she didn't escape, she would perish.
Third year was somewhat duller. Sure, there was a serial killer on the loose but it wasn't as perilous as the other years. Her older brother did attach himself to her. The appearance of the Dementors unnerved her though. The darkness that surrounded her scared her. Once the year ended, she was glad to be away from Hogwarts. Again came another a year. Over the summer, Morgan's family attended the Quidditch World Cup since her parents were able to get tickets. Morgan wasn't very interested in the sport but she did find it exciting. When it was announced that the Triwizard Tournament was going to be held at Hogwarts, she was slightly worried. She had read that people had died in those tournaments. It didn't come as a surprise to her when Harry Potter was chosen as the Hogwarts champion beside Cedric Diggory. He and his two friends had a nasty habit of getting into trouble.
The feeling of fear ran through Morgan's veins. The death of the Hufflepuff prefect scared her. Was it really Voldemort? One day in the summer, she completely broke down. The fear and confusion was just too much for her. She eventually calmed down enough to begin attending her fifth year. The feeling of fear was ironically replaced with annoyance. She had never met anyone as annoying and sickening as Dolores Umbridge. Her parents were high up in the Ministry because of their work in the Department of Mysteries so Umbridge naturally approached her. She was asked to join the Inquisitorial Squad. Morgan declined, partly out of disgust and that she had heard about Dumbledore's Army. She hadn't joined for fear that the group wouldn't accept her but she was secretly happy that the Weasley twins had attempted to chase Umbridge out of the school. Most of her other times were consumed by studying for O.W.L.'s.
While she was at school, she heard about the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. She had hoped that her parents were nowhere near the attack. Thankfully, they weren't. This time, they knew for sure that Voldemort was back. Like the First Wizarding War, her parents were big supporters of the Order and they were willing to die for their cause. Unfortunately, their time came too soon. On the eve of July 27th, the Death Eaters swarmed the Ceallacháin household and lie in wait. Once they were sure that her parents were home, they attacked. It was a hard battle that resulted in her parents' death and the two oldest children with several injuries. Among those Death Eaters were the infamous Lestrange couple. The dark followers spared the children's lives to make an example out of them. The trio of children were sent to their half-uncle's home. The event scarred Morgan emotionally. She became more closed off from the world, bent on justice. She was going to fight in the war no matter what. She was going to avenge her parents' death.
Siblings: --- --- Ceallacháin - 17 - Older Brother - Unknown House
Lasair Óir Ceallacháin - 12 - Younger Brother - Unknown House
Others: --- --- Ceallacháin - 35 - Uncle - Unknown Occupation
--- --- Ceallacháin née --- - 35 - Aunt - Unknown Occupation
History: Breck and Cordelia Ceallacháin have been madly in love the moment they laid eyes on each other. They married each other as soon as Cordelia's parents allowed them to. A year later, their oldest son was born and they were still very much in love with each other. It only made sense that Mórrígan was born on Valentine's Day a year later. From the moment she was born, it was clear that her parents loved their little princess. Four years later, her younger brother was born. Around that time, Morgan was diagnosed with Paranoid Schizophrenia. It all started when she heard voices. Hearing them wasn't normal for anyone. It wasn't even normal for witches and wizards. They went to healers who would suggest some odd answer like a potion affected her brain or she was a Parselmouth. One healer, however, recommended that they should visit a Muggle doctor. There, the doctor found out that she had schizophrenia. Of course, her type was not as easily seen unless someone was close to her.
If that wasn't enough, Morgan was also discovered to be a seeress. At first, her parents thought that it was an effect of her disorder but when the visions came true, they believed that it was because she was a seer. If one were to look into Cordelia's family tree, they would find one or two seers popping up. Soon enough, Morgan was off to Hogwarts where she was a bit of a hatstall. Her years at Hogwarts would simply be described as interesting. In her first year, the Boy Who Lived was in the same year. Unlike others, she wasn't very interested in meeting him. He may have defeated the Dark Lord but he was still a normal kid just like everyone else in her year. Second year dawned on her. Petrified students turned up around every corner. Her auditory hallucinations were the strongest during this time period. She felt as if most people were against her. She felt trapped and if she didn't escape, she would perish.
Third year was somewhat duller. Sure, there was a serial killer on the loose but it wasn't as perilous as the other years. Her older brother did attach himself to her. The appearance of the Dementors unnerved her though. The darkness that surrounded her scared her. Once the year ended, she was glad to be away from Hogwarts. Again came another a year. Over the summer, Morgan's family attended the Quidditch World Cup since her parents were able to get tickets. Morgan wasn't very interested in the sport but she did find it exciting. When it was announced that the Triwizard Tournament was going to be held at Hogwarts, she was slightly worried. She had read that people had died in those tournaments. It didn't come as a surprise to her when Harry Potter was chosen as the Hogwarts champion beside Cedric Diggory. He and his two friends had a nasty habit of getting into trouble.
The feeling of fear ran through Morgan's veins. The death of the Hufflepuff prefect scared her. Was it really Voldemort? One day in the summer, she completely broke down. The fear and confusion was just too much for her. She eventually calmed down enough to begin attending her fifth year. The feeling of fear was ironically replaced with annoyance. She had never met anyone as annoying and sickening as Dolores Umbridge. Her parents were high up in the Ministry because of their work in the Department of Mysteries so Umbridge naturally approached her. She was asked to join the Inquisitorial Squad. Morgan declined, partly out of disgust and that she had heard about Dumbledore's Army. She hadn't joined for fear that the group wouldn't accept her but she was secretly happy that the Weasley twins had attempted to chase Umbridge out of the school. Most of her other times were consumed by studying for O.W.L.'s.
While she was at school, she heard about the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. She had hoped that her parents were nowhere near the attack. Thankfully, they weren't. This time, they knew for sure that Voldemort was back. Like the First Wizarding War, her parents were big supporters of the Order and they were willing to die for their cause. Unfortunately, their time came too soon. On the eve of July 27th, the Death Eaters swarmed the Ceallacháin household and lie in wait. Once they were sure that her parents were home, they attacked. It was a hard battle that resulted in her parents' death and the two oldest children with several injuries. Among those Death Eaters were the infamous Lestrange couple. The dark followers spared the children's lives to make an example out of them. The trio of children were sent to their half-uncle's home. The event scarred Morgan emotionally. She became more closed off from the world, bent on justice. She was going to fight in the war no matter what. She was going to avenge her parents' death.
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Roleplay Example: There was a crackling sound at her feet. She looked down and saw that it was fire. She moved back but was met with more fire. Slowly, the embers formed a circle around her. Just as the flames were going to touch her, she woke up. Her eyes looked up into complete darkness. At first, she believed that she had died but she saw that it was only night. Her bright blue eyes darted over to her best friend's sleeping form. She let out a relived sigh. Ever since her friend came back, she was afraid that she would lose her. How many people would she have to lose until she reclaimed her fortune? There was a long path ahead of her and she didn't know if she was going to walk it. Luckily, she didn't have to decide yet. The only things on her list were completing school and avoid being recognized. She had to say that she had done a pretty good job. No one had recognized her except for Professor Smith and Scarlett.
Noir looked over to the other side of the room and saw an empty bed. She quickly sat up and looked again. The brunette let out a hiss of frustration. She warned the girl that if she set one foot past the line, she was out. Noir got up out of bed and quickly threw on some decent clothing. She hastily slipped on her boots, grabbed her wand, and headed out the door. Quietly, she moved out of the common room. Not long after, she heard a crashing sound come from the dungeons. She rushed over to the source of the sound but found nothing. It was most likely Alexis. Most people didn't venture down into the dungeons at night unless they were in Sournois. The reason was probably due to the fact that the dorms were near the dungeons and it was an easy walk. Noir pulled out her wand. "Lumos," she whispered, not wishing to be heard.
She was a prefect. It would be bad for her if she got caught. She heard the faint sound of a footstep. It was in the direction of the catacombs. Noir lifted her wand higher so it could light the way. When she caught Alexis, the girl was definitely as good as dead. She'd be getting an earful from Noir. It was a fine example, wasn't it? She wondered what the younger kids would do if they heard of this. She just hoped that the children would be smarter than to follow in Alexis's footsteps. It seemed as if the whole world went darker when she entered the catacombs. She raised her wand a little higher. "Alexis, come out," she whispered. It was a vain attempt at finding the girl. There was no way that she could hear her. The catacombs were huge so it would take a long time to find her roommate. She wanted Alexis to disappear but not like this. She would probably get a bad reputation for not warning Alexis not to leave after curfew. Noir took a deep breath. She had to stay calm so she would have a clear mind to give Alexis a lecture.
As far as she could see, the catacombs were a dark place. There were rumors that there were corpses lying there. It only proved to be true when her foot collided with something hard. She stooped down to get a good look at it before jumping back. It was a skull. Noir continued to move on, a little spooked by the skull. Who knew what dark thing lied beyond the catacombs? She just hoped that they wouldn't find her first. Noir's grip on her wand tightened. She had to be careful not to lose it since there was no way back up without it. Even if there was sunlight, it wouldn't reach the catacombs. The place probably laid miles underneath the palace. Suddenly, she heard another noise. Noir lifted up the wand in her hand. She saw a flash of red. It was Alexis! Noir rushed over, aware of the loudness of her boots clacking against the stone underneath. "Alexis, what in Merlin's name are you doing here?" she hissed, her voice showing evidence of her anger.
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Roleplay Example: There was a crackling sound at her feet. She looked down and saw that it was fire. She moved back but was met with more fire. Slowly, the embers formed a circle around her. Just as the flames were going to touch her, she woke up. Her eyes looked up into complete darkness. At first, she believed that she had died but she saw that it was only night. Her bright blue eyes darted over to her best friend's sleeping form. She let out a relived sigh. Ever since her friend came back, she was afraid that she would lose her. How many people would she have to lose until she reclaimed her fortune? There was a long path ahead of her and she didn't know if she was going to walk it. Luckily, she didn't have to decide yet. The only things on her list were completing school and avoid being recognized. She had to say that she had done a pretty good job. No one had recognized her except for Professor Smith and Scarlett.
Noir looked over to the other side of the room and saw an empty bed. She quickly sat up and looked again. The brunette let out a hiss of frustration. She warned the girl that if she set one foot past the line, she was out. Noir got up out of bed and quickly threw on some decent clothing. She hastily slipped on her boots, grabbed her wand, and headed out the door. Quietly, she moved out of the common room. Not long after, she heard a crashing sound come from the dungeons. She rushed over to the source of the sound but found nothing. It was most likely Alexis. Most people didn't venture down into the dungeons at night unless they were in Sournois. The reason was probably due to the fact that the dorms were near the dungeons and it was an easy walk. Noir pulled out her wand. "Lumos," she whispered, not wishing to be heard.
She was a prefect. It would be bad for her if she got caught. She heard the faint sound of a footstep. It was in the direction of the catacombs. Noir lifted her wand higher so it could light the way. When she caught Alexis, the girl was definitely as good as dead. She'd be getting an earful from Noir. It was a fine example, wasn't it? She wondered what the younger kids would do if they heard of this. She just hoped that the children would be smarter than to follow in Alexis's footsteps. It seemed as if the whole world went darker when she entered the catacombs. She raised her wand a little higher. "Alexis, come out," she whispered. It was a vain attempt at finding the girl. There was no way that she could hear her. The catacombs were huge so it would take a long time to find her roommate. She wanted Alexis to disappear but not like this. She would probably get a bad reputation for not warning Alexis not to leave after curfew. Noir took a deep breath. She had to stay calm so she would have a clear mind to give Alexis a lecture.
As far as she could see, the catacombs were a dark place. There were rumors that there were corpses lying there. It only proved to be true when her foot collided with something hard. She stooped down to get a good look at it before jumping back. It was a skull. Noir continued to move on, a little spooked by the skull. Who knew what dark thing lied beyond the catacombs? She just hoped that they wouldn't find her first. Noir's grip on her wand tightened. She had to be careful not to lose it since there was no way back up without it. Even if there was sunlight, it wouldn't reach the catacombs. The place probably laid miles underneath the palace. Suddenly, she heard another noise. Noir lifted up the wand in her hand. She saw a flash of red. It was Alexis! Noir rushed over, aware of the loudness of her boots clacking against the stone underneath. "Alexis, what in Merlin's name are you doing here?" she hissed, her voice showing evidence of her anger.
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