Taylor MORGAN.

[Taylor Morgan]

[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]This is what I Brought You,
This You Can Keep[/glow][/shadow]

Name: Taylor Morgan. But goes by just Morgan these days.
Nickname: Morgan.
Age: Died at the age of 15, has always looked older than he was at the time. Is actually 23.
Gender: Male.
Hair Color: Black.
Eye Color: Red but he wears brown contacts that, with his eye color, blend & appear to be dark brown.
Species: Strigoi.
Occupation: Minion of a doll faced killer.

[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]This is what I Brought,
You May Forget Me.[/glow][/shadow]

Nationality:: German/American.
Family: None that anyone need know of.
History: Morgan doesn't care much for his past. In fact he purposely tries to block it out. He's not that person anymore. He's not Taylor Morgan the Moroi Earth User. He's just Morgan now. Morgan the blood drinking badass killer, who won't hesitate to rip apart anyone who looks at him the wrong way. But I guess if you must know about his past I'll have to tell you... Taylor Morgan was born and raised in Ridgewood, a small town just outside of the town where St. Josephs Academy is located. Ridgewood where the mountains went for miles, was the place his mom had chosen to move to because it was close to the school. Taylor grew up loving the outdoors. The forests that surround the home he lived in with his mother Kayla, were like his version of a playground. He used to spend hours on end exploring them and often begged his mother to let him camp out, just so he could sleep under the stars. He was a very adventurous child.

Taylor's father left his mom a few months before he was born. He never met the man and didn't know a single thing about him. Not that he would of cared to learn about his biological father even before he was a Strigoi. He hated the man with a passion. What kind of person leaves a heavily pregnant woman a few months before she's due, without so much as a goodbye? A loser. Or that's what Taylor thought anyway. He would never do such a thing. He was more of a man than a lot of other people claim to be. And he looked like one too. The boy always looked older than he was at the time. He was always taller than all the other kids his age too. His mom always told him how handsome he was, but he didn't let it get to his head. She was his mom, so she kind of was obligated to say that kind of stuff. Though he did notice girls looking at him from time to time.

Taylor went to school at St. Josephs like his mom had planned for him to, as soon as he was able to attend. He specialized early. He was 13 when he was able to start using magic. He was really glad to find out that Earth was his element. It suit him perfectly. The break just after Taylors freshmen year, he came home from the academy the way he always did on breaks, to spend time with his mom. He spent the first night home camping outside to celebrate making it through his first year on the upper side of the school. He was attacked in his tent that night. It was all a fast paced blurry dream nightmare. He could remember running home and saying goodnight to his mom and heading back out to his camping ground near the lake, which was about a 15 minute walk from his house. He remembered her telling him to not forget to put the fire he had made, out before he fell asleep. He remembered pouring a bucket of water over the fire and climbing back into his tent. He remembered how he took his boots off and was just about to pull the zipper of his tent down when he was attacked. Everything after that was a blur. He was just Morgan now. Morgan who had been taken in by Vivian. Morgan who now served her like a minion. Morgan who secretly sabotaged most of the things she did, simply because he could.
Grade: N/A.
Martial Status: Does not belong to anyone.

[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]I Promise to Depart,
Just Promise One Thing…[/glow][/shadow]

Personality: Morgan is a killer with a quick witted mind and an attitude that can be represented with a simple hand gesture. He's nothing like he used to be, though fragments of his former personality are still somewhere deep within him. He has always liked being outdoors and loves hunting more now than ever before. He likes to take his time when pursuing his prey. Watching the emotions played out on someones face like a projection on a movie screen, is something he thoroughly enjoys. In fact he likes it just as much as he likes the chase. There's nothing better than a good hunt. And hunting is what Morgan was born to do. He's a natural predator. A good game is something he'll never turn down, though competition annoys the **** out of him. Especially because he knows hardly anyone can compete with him. He just hates the idea of anyone thinking they're better than him. That's probably why he likes messing with Viv occasionally. He likes to watch her. She's like a volcano that can erupt at any second. Her anger is his main source of entertainment most of the time.

Morgan can be come enraged at the littlest reminders of things he'd rather forget. He's usually good at cutting off his emotions but every now and then things seem to break through. And when that happens he needs to be away from the others because ripping apart one of them becomes so tempting that he can hardly resist. He doesn't want anything to do with his previous life. And if anyone in the clan other than Viv mentions it he shows them the definition of flipping the **** out. He's was a strong kid. And now he's a strong Strigoi. Who works out now, way more than he used to. He knows he has to be twice as smart and twice as strong as anyone who wants to kill him again. He's not going to make the mistake of letting his guard down and thinking things like this could never happen to him, ever again. His defenses are so up that he can't even see them anymore. Eight years of being Strigoi has made him a devil in disguise.

Twisted is probably the best way to describe this ex Moroi's personality. He likes things that normal people would cringe at the thought of. Though unless he is purposely trying to make someone cringe he will not share whatever dark thoughts he is having with anyone. He is super secretive and usually speaks in cryptic ways. Making people second guess things is just another way he seems to entertain himself. He loves being in control. But he loves letting others think they're in control even more. Things are more fun that way. Morgan is defiantly not a stupid Strigoi. He thinks things out. He's a schemer, plotting future plans is a thing he is quite good at. And when it comes to the Moroi and Dhampir world he has had a far bit of experience from being a part of it. That's probably why Viv favors him over some of the others. He's also smart enough to know that she'd break him in half if she wanted to. That's why he tries to keep her happy for the most part. See, he knows she's older and much stronger than he is. He also knows that if he was being attacked she would be too, so he'd have her on his side during the fight. Like I said, he's not stupid, though, yeah, he does do stupid things for entertainment, but who cares? He doesn't have to worry... He's already dead.
Likes:
+ Blood.
+ Looking legal age. It would suck bad if he didn't.
+ Messing with Viv.
+ Being ordered around by Viv.
+ The hunt.
Dislikes:
- Being ordered around by Viv.
- When things don't go his way.
- Being stuck inside for to long.
- Not being able to go into the sun anymore.
- The fact that he has no idea what happened to his mom.
Fears:
- Being tempted to hunt down Moroi by himself.
- Being demoted in the clan.
- Moroi reverting to the old ways and again using offensive magic.
Hopes:
+ All Dhampirs abandon Moroi.
+ To make Viv happy even though he sometimes hates the bitch.
+ To drink the blood of as many Moroi as he possibly can.
Power: N/A.
Roleplay Example:

My ragged breathing pulled me from sleep. Sitting up in my bed I pushed aside my silky pink sheets while the images of the dream I was just having rushed through my mind. It was one of those dreams you have to experience to understand what happened. One of the ones that can't be explained. Not that I was going to tell anybody about it. I wasn't. Ever. Like with all subjects people try to avoid, I tried to convince myself that what my subconscious had been relaying was not real. It was just a dream. Just a bad dream. Or was it? If it was really just an unfortunate sleeping sequence then why did it cause sharp stabbing pains in my chest? Why was my pulse racing like I was actually scared? Like I thought I was actually in danger? It made no sense. How could this thing that I knew was not real make me feel so venerable? Like at any moment I was going to be attacked or fall back into that same state of sleep, back into that same state of fear. Pure terror ran over me making me shiver. I'm not the type of girl who gets freaked out easily. I'm not afraid of a lot of things most people are afraid of. Spiders, don't worry me. Heights, are not scary. Clowns, are stupid. Ghosts, aren't real. In my world there are really only two things that I'm scared of. And that dream used both of them against me.

Throughout the day I tried to forget the dream or more accurately, nightmare I had this morning. The one I always have. The one I hoped would never come true. I was doing a good job of blocking it out up until 5th period, where I sat not listening to Mr. Oldgen talk about Moroi Culture. I tuned out when.. well I don't remember when. God I hate it when that happens. One minute I was listening. Then I started thinking about this pattern for a blazer I wanted to make. The back was going to be made entirely of lace and I was planning on using little silver bat buttons, and then the buttons reminded me of the nightmare. There were buttons scattered all over the floor. I pushed the stupid buttons out of my mind, and tried to focus on Mr. Oldgen who was still talking. As boring as he was, I knew his mindless talk was a good distraction. Actually I should probably be listening anyway.

The bell rang as I realized that I wasn't actually listening to Mr. Oldgen talk. I was really just looking at him. Not in a oh he's so hot way. Ew. He's my teacher. But he's not bad looking. Mid forties. Still has all his hair. And he has nice blue eyes. But that's not what I was looking at. I was looking at his clothes. He dressed nice I decided as I picked up my bag and put the text book I hadn't even opened inside. Come to think of it, he always dressed nice. "Hey."I heard familiar voice call but I didn't bother to turn around, I wanted to leave, cut 6th period and get back to my room to.. " Hey wait up." I was half way around the corner. "Amelia!" Great."Oh hey." It's hard to avoid someone when they directly address you. "Didn't you hear me calling you? I practically had to run to catch you." I shrugged in response. "Sorry." I said, even though I had no idea why I was apologizing to him. I don't know, I guess I just thought it'd be easier to get away if I didn't bother with excuses. He looked around to see if anyone was listening, he wanted to make sure no one besides me could hear what I knew he was about to say. "I think we should..." He raised one eye brow. "Later." I knew what he wanted. I was still mad at him from the last time. It hurt too much. His body. My body. The blade he used to slice his skin open. "I don't know." I said thinking about it all. "What? You have to." He said face serious, which was rare for him. I looked away from him, I was starting to feel sick. "You have to practice." He was right. I did. Even with the little things, like vanity wounds. But me healing him when he didn't actually need to be healed was recently becoming a bad idea to me. "I know." I said looking back at him. "I'll see you later ok." I said quickly and turned away before he could say anything else. I needed time to think. Instead of going to my room I headed to the one place I knew nobody would look for me, the library.

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[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep.[/glow][/shadow]

Name/Alias: Shar.
Gender: Female.
Have you read the books?: Yep & they are awsome.
Dimitri or Adrian?: Adrian.

[Natasha Contrarez]

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