Morgana

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Character Name: Morgana Pendragon [ formerly Le Faye ] also known as My Lady , Camelot’s Favourite daughter, kings ward , Lady Morgana, The Witch , the Last High Priestess.


Age: 23


Race: Human/Witch


Appearance: Lady Morgana is slender with waist length hair , she is tall with pale skin and blue eyes . Her hair is black and curly and usually down or up in a way that highlights her face.


Personality: Morgana is extremely intelligent and can seem extremely sweet and loving but she is extremely manipulative and cruel with a ruthless streak that won’t let anyone out alive if possible. Morgana is bitter about her life and the secrets that have been hidden from her.


Magic abilities (if any): Morgana was born with Magic and is the last high priestess that makes her extremely powerful. She is still learning to control it and how to use it most of it is instinct at the moment.


History: Morgana is the daughter of Vivienne and Uther although her father’s identity was not always known. After her parents death Morgana was brought up by Uther as his ward. Her rivalry with Arthur started at a young age as she would go out of her way to prove that she was better (which she was in her eyes)

Morgana suffered from nightmares for a long time and found out about her magic when she accidently set fire to her room one night. Morgana soon found out the truth about her life with the help of her sister Morgause.

Morgana wants what is rightfully hers by blood and she wants to know what is happening in her life. Morgana is going to get what she deserves in her eyes. Hurting whoever she has to , to get what she wants. Morgana will no longer pretend that she is okay with being Uther’s ward.




Current Location: Camelot trying to take down everything from the inside.


Current Occupation: morgana is currently trying to get her revenge


Roleplay Sample:

The sound of blade on blade echoed as Morgana watched a wayward tendril of hair blowing into her face as she sat in the stands, it was as if neither of them wanted to give up just yet, Uther and Arthur they had been at each others throats for days and she thoroughly enjoyed playing them off against each other if it led to there mutual destruction.

Cool and collected was exactly what she seemed to those who looked upon her, though her enjoyment was awake in her eyes. There was something joyus about wondering who's ego would be knocked down a few pegs and heaven forbid if anyone was to get hurt. though it would serve them right in her eyes.

Her eyes rested on Uther as she watched a small smile lighting her face, he was getting beat at the moment and she couldn't wait for the aftermath and Arthur's smug face. oh if she could wipe the smug look of Arthurs face too, that would at least spark her happiness for a few moment.