Join the Ashes of Creation MMORPG
(Register or log in to remove advertisements - why ads?)

Morganayn Wickalene


Started by Idriar
Post #68045
Member

Likes Given: 206
Likes Received: 633
Faction & Race:
Aldmeri Dominion (Altmer)
You will serve me well, once I´ve made you undead!

...if that´s okay with you...



Firstname – Morganayn
 
Lastname – Wickalene
 
Sex - female
 
Race - Breton
 
Age - 29
 
Occupation – Necromancer, Witch, Goatherd
 
Faction – Daggerfall Covenant
 
Appearance – A rather small, fragile Breton woman. On the first sight one could think her death himself. But infact she just avoids sunlight and thinks frequent venesections to be healthy. This lifestyle has hardened her vision, with pale, hollow cheeks and eyesockets. Her Hair is of a dull black with a slight lavender touch.

Under her left eye there are three scars, like from a big bird’s claws, she tends to hide with purple warpaint.

She might have been a bright, beautiful woman, but something seems to have “bleached” her out. Her face is a mask of gravity and humorlessness, but there is a sparkle in her eyes, showing a good soul behind this mask.
 
Personality – She is a complex character. Being meek and humble on the one hand and also cruel and heartless on the other hand. She cannot stand seeing common people suffering and gets angry at witnessing injustice and crime. But she has no problem with plundering graveyards, torture prisoners and even kill innocent to fill a black soul gem.

When faced with other adventurers she gets easily intimidated, but towards the commoners she thinks herself superior. Feeling challenged on the other hand she can´t help reacting sarcastically, feeling bad about crossing a line and hurting people´s feelings.

She herself is sometimes taken aback by her own cruelity, but no matter how terrifying her mights are, she tries to use them for a good cause. Having a heart of gold isn´t easy when you´re a necromancer...
 
Alignement – lawful neutral

Character´s Theme



Social Background/Backstory -
Being born into a noble family in Eastern Highrock, Morgana, or Mora how she was called as little child, was raised in relatively safety, wealth and the knowledge to be better than the commoners, the low peasants, who were nothing more than slaves. Her parents, the Duke and the Duchess Wickalene of Beinzinne Castle, ruled the surrounding villages with an iron fist, struggling with their little troops against opposing noble neighbors, orcish raiders and the impure Reachman. Still there were many pagans in this part of the world, so the Wickalenes had many priests engaged to spread the pantheon of the Divine to fight back Daedra worship with words and swords.
 
It was a hard time and unlike the urban Bretons, most folk had neither the time or the money to deal with anything further than surviving. They were clever enough to not even try to complicate their lives with magic or asking to much questions. The travelling, rich Bretons from the cities spread the image of an intelligent and magic affine race. Infact this was only half the truth: Only a little part of the magic users – already few, but more than amongst other humans – were mages of the guild. The most were pagan witches and druids.
 
It was around that time when Morgana was 8 years old, her father, Vlad Wickalene, was killed by an assassin. A poisoned dagger was found and soon the court mage identified the poison to have been made by the Reachmen or some witches. Willing to avenge his fallen master, the courtmage wanted to start a small crusade against the pagans in the east with the help of knights and Templars. But Morgana's mother, Evelence Wickalene, sended the priests and the courtmage away, giving the reason to be too sad and depressed by the death of her husband to even want revenge and more bloodshed. Soon the courtmage grew restless, trying to organize a crusade of his own to kill Reachmen and witches. As Evelence found out about that, she banned the courtmage and the most priest from her lands, allowing the witches and other pagans to spread their believes amongst the commoners.
 
Feeling bad about the her father gone, Mora was too young to understand his death. Morgana was comforted by her mother, relieving the pain of her loss quickly. While Evelence did her best to solace her daughter, taking her sorrows away, she herself remained in sadness, refusing to take a new husband. Eventually she locked herself in her chamber most of the time after her daugther feeling better, she gave Morgana into the custody of one of her dead husband´s knights. Overcoming the mourning quickly due to her lively childish nature and innocence, Morgana spent hours watching the knight training the art of the sword.

When she grew older, learning about who was said to have killed her father she wanted to learn to use a sword, too, to find her father´s murderer and bring justice to him. The knight was her role model, a shining example of strenght and humanity.

But soon Beinzinne Castle was faced by an unnatural happening: The villagers couldn´t find sleep anymore, and those who did told of terrible nightmares and vision that filled their nights. Other claimed to forget things from their lives, even their own names. Without any courtmage or priest around, Evelence summoned a bunch of witches at her court. Old and ugly ones and young and lascivious ones aswell. As soon the witches arrived, the problems ended. So the Duchess Wickalene invited them to stay, becoming her advisors. With the dark magic she defeated everyone who tried to attack her Castle or her villages, slaugthering Bretons, Orc and Reachmen recklessly. This dispelled even the last honourable cleric, knight and templar from Beinzinne. Furthermore, Evelence gave her own daughter Morgana to the witches, letting them teach her the arts of dark magics.

Morgana hated the witches. And she hated magic. She wanted to become a knight to slay the evil! Not a witch. But in some way, it made her mother happy to see her wielding the dark magic, and so she gave in. Eventually Morgana turned fascinated about the arcane secrets the witches showed her in their cruel but wise way. Their magic was else from the magic she had seen the wielded by the priests before. This one was stronger, wilder, dirtier. Still she thought that magic sucked. She would have prefered to become a fighter, but she wanted to make her mother proud. And if she HAD to do magic, she wanted to be good at it. Soon she was introduced into daedric rituals, including sacrificing goats and dogs, and even tearing very souls apart. The witches worshipped Hircine´s obscure aspect, the magic of Hagravens and other witches who sacrificed their humanity to turn into half feral channels of the secrets of the eternal hunting ground.

But Morgana wasn´t into changing her body or herself: She was rather fascinated by necromancy – despite hating it for being magic -, studying how to raise the undead and strenghten herself with the souls of the innocent. If not a pestilence would have ended many lives in the surrounding villages, she would have killed some peasants herself to have enough testing subjects. Infact, she once let her guard capture a random citizen, when she managed to acquire a black soulgem. The witches stopped her from trying to harvest the soul of the poor man, as she wouldn´t have been capable to catch his soul without harming herself in the process. Frustrated about the interference she instead killed the man simply. All her ideals were forgotten, she only hoped to have the might of avenging her father someday, as she knew now that witches were mighty enemies, even if the manner was magic – which she hated. She couldn´t think the witches of the court to have killed her father, as they taught her now their secrets.

It was Morgana's 17th birhtday when she was summoned by her mother into the dungeons of Beinzinne. She was confused by her own mother being dressed in black witches ritual robes, the other witches standing around her with a knowing smile. Evelence revealed to her daughter: She was a witch, and a mighty one. Infact she was leading the witches circle the court witches were part of. The marriage with Vlad was just a disguise so that she could the witchhunters away. Furthermore she told Morgana that she killed her husband back then in order to take over the Castle and to create a save haven for her circle and her kind.

Morgana was shocked by this revelations.

At this very day Evelence planned to become a hagraven herself, having a sacrifice readied. And the honour of doing this sould go to her own daugther. Morgana was led to an altar with a young woman bound to it. A black soulgem and an ebony dagger were handed to her. The gagged woman looked up to her with panicked eyes, trying to cry and free herself. The witches started a poisened chanting, bringing themselves into trance. Morgana´s mind stayed clear. The witches commanded her to use soul trap on the woman. Wincing at the touch of magic the woman tried even harder to free herself the tears running over her face. Morgana looked at the crying woman, the dagger and the soul gem. And at her mother, the murderer of her father. There would be justice for her father, Morgana thought. She raised the dagger. And dug it into the woman´s chest.

A strange sensation crushed onto Morgana. Memories and emotions of another life, of another person floated her mind. It was too much for her. The soul gem was too small to hold all of the young woman, transferring a part of her being into Morgana. She saw herself running over green meadow, stroking goat calves, embracing her first love and countless other things she never did in her live. The dagger fell from her hand and landed rattling on the floor bringing her back to reality, not knowing who she was. Morgana... or Alayne?

Her mother? She wanted her to come closer, embracing her, saying that she was proud of her daughter. But she killed father. No... her father diedaEvelence took the black soul and stepped backwards into a chalk circle on the ground. The chantings of the witches intesified. The ferocity of Hircine´s dark influence was nearly grabable in the very air. Then it happened...

Under the sound of Evelence´s screams and the snapping of her bones her body ... changed. Her skin turned into a literally goose flesh with black feathers breaking through the skin with a drop of blood here and there. Her nose became hooked, reminding of a beak. Ripping her robe apart her legs apart weirdly angled ending in bird like claws. Also her hands were dangerous claws now.

Finally she stood just there, exhausted and breathing unsteadily. Alayne was shocked and terrified by the view, unable to look away or even move. The Muiriel inside of her wanted to run away and never stop running. The newborn Hagraven examined its suroundings with a bird-like abruptness locking her gace on Morgana.

"My... daughter." The creature whispered, walking up to her. Alayne was still paralysed with fear, just able to watch the beast creeping closer. It touched her. She felt the claw at her chin, raising her head. The Hagraven tried to caress her face, unaware of the claws. She ripped three long scars into Alayne´s flesh, letting her cry in pain and terror. Now Morgana was herself again. She jumped back from her mother, an angry fire burning in her eyes. She fetched the dagger from the ground and drove into the hagraven´s chest as the hagraven tried to follow her, sorry for harming her own daughter. With an astonished sound Evelence realised the dagger in her chest. She reeled backwards, looking confused at her daughter. Her humble claws failed to draw the dagger from her flesh. Trying to get hold of a brazier she teared it to the ground. With a last gasping the hagraven died while the glowing coals lit up the wooden floor. The tapestry catched fire and also the robes of the witches still in trance. But Morgana already ran out from there, tears bluring her view...

A few days later she woke up in a forest near the burnt ruin of Beinzinne Castle. She wasn´t sure what had happened, or why she was in this forest. In her memory there were only weird images that didn´t gave sense. She tried to rearrange the memories of two lives. Finally finished she stood up, unsure whether she liked her new self... her name was Morganayn Wickalene, for sure.

She was a witch, but she hated magic. And she was a necromancer. She had killed and gathered the soul of lesser beings, even killed people! But she was also an innocent goatherd. Being meek like the animals she watched over her whole life. How should that have ever worked together? She was not sure about that. She felt guilty for the things she did. Could she ever counter her crimes with good deeds? With the knowledge of a witch, the might of a necromancer and a heart of gold she would find out...

 
 
 
Best Memory – Waking up in a forest, standing beside the memories of two lives, not burdened with one of both, being free to choose the herself from both, creating a new self for herown.

Worst Memory – A woman (her mother?) transforming into an abomination of a bird, attacking her!
 
Skills – Summoning, Necromancy, Witchcraft, Etiquette, Alchemy, Soul gem usage
 
Challenges for the Character – Sometimes she is in conflict with herself. Her split personalities are sometimes difficult to bring together, though she is both at the same time. She mostly wants to do good, but the only way she can do so is very, very bad.

Though she has some odd homespun and witchcraft remedies her health isn´t the best of all. Being surrounded by corpses she was afflicted with nearly every known dissease already. Most of the time she is healthy, though. But being healthy for her is being close to death for everyone else.

She hates magic and thinks it sucks. Though she keeps on doing magic, cause it´s the only thing she is good at and her only possibility to do something good.

She feels guilty for her former atrocities. Though she cannot stop commiting atrocities, feeling bad about it.

Being a mighty witch her only manner of defense beside magic is a dagger. Her meek side hates weapons and violence at all after all.

She suffers from strong necrophobia, being faced with dead or undead she doesn´t controll herself. But as soon as she raised the undead and made them to her minions, she isn´t bothered with their "company" anymore.


Birthsign – The Ritual

Religious Views – She worships the daedra, especially Molag Bal. She isn´t quite sure why she helps defeating him, but she tells herself, that Molag Bal is "abused" by evil forces. Maybe she just wants to reduce his influence to a reasonable height. Beside the Daedra she also worships the Divine, especially Mara and Dibella, doing her confessions to a priest of Stendarr regulary, which often ends with the priest trying to drag her to the stake.

Politics Views – She is born as noble in a rural region so she supports the tripartite society (noble, mages/priests, peasants) and sees cities as a place where the old order is broken. On the other hand she feels sorry for the burdens of the commoners, trying to ease their fate whenever she sees a possibility to do so.
This post was last modified: June 12th 2013, 06:13 AM by Idriar


Who controls the Septim crown?
Who keeps the Allesian Heresy down?
We do, we do

Who knocked Yokuda off the maps?
Who keeps the Dwemer under wraps?
We do, we do

Like this post Reply
The following 1 user likes Idriar's post:
Miasmador
Post #68133
Member

Likes Given: 82
Likes Received: 169
Faction & Race:
Aldmeri Dominion
Khajiit
Brilliant characters! Definitely one of my favorites. Really good, individual character and her personality is unique. Really good Idriar :). Also, did you take slight inspiration from the (quest?) In skyrim where you have to help the girl kill her witch mother... You will know which one I mean if you did. Just one thing, maybe expand on the, 'She suffers from strong necrophobia, being faced with dead or undead she doesn´t control herself.' Maybe explain what you mean by 'She doesn't control herself...' To those who are too thick to understand... (Me.)
This post was last modified: May 28th 2013, 06:50 AM by Miasmador


Vlos Hithern

Banana Beer! <-- Click for banana beer!
Like this post Reply
Post #68135
Member

Likes Given: 206
Likes Received: 633
Faction & Race:
Aldmeri Dominion (Altmer)
(May 28th 2013, 06:48 AM)Miasmador Wrote: Brilliant characters! Definitely one of my favorites. Really good, individual character and her personality is unique. Really good Idriar :). Also, did you take slight inspiration from the (quest?) In skyrim where you have to help the girl kill her witch mother... You will know which one I mean if you did.

Yes, I took inspiration from this ;) I like Hagravens... the one you marry in Eastmarch, The one who is captured be her sister... the boss of the hidden valley... creepy old hags ;)

"She suffers from strong necrophobia, being faced with dead or undead she doesn´t controll herself. But as soon as she raised the undead and made them to her minions, she isn´t bothered with their "company" anymore."
This post was last modified: May 28th 2013, 06:54 AM by Idriar


Who controls the Septim crown?
Who keeps the Allesian Heresy down?
We do, we do

Who knocked Yokuda off the maps?
Who keeps the Dwemer under wraps?
We do, we do

Like this post Reply
The following 1 user likes Idriar's post:
Archmage Alator




Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)
(Register or log in to remove advertisements - why ads?)


This fan site is not affiliated with ZeniMax Media Inc. or any of its subsidiaries. Including, but not limited to, Bethesda Game Studios and ZeniMax Online Studios.
The Elder Scrolls® images © ZeniMax Media Inc. / Forum content © TESOF.com