Morganite

[Solus]

M O R G A N I T E
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General Information ||

Name: Morganite
Other Names: Morgana, Glimmer
Titles: -

Age: 3 months
Race: Construct
Current Residence: Dunes
Social Status: -

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Physical Appearance ||

Height: 5’8
Weight: 200lbs
Eye Color: An amber-pink glow
Plate Color: Dark silver with a golden flecked sheen
Shape of Face: Oval
Distinguishing Features: An un-moving face. Black slits for eyes. Two chipped/broken ‘ears’ on the sides of her head.
Build of Body: Evenly proportioned in width
Scars:

-Scratches on her left plate leg​

-Two broken ‘ears’​

Voice: A metallic ringing follows a gentle, feminine, monotone voice

Morgana is a feminine figure in steel plate flesh-armor. Her body is shaped as a woman’s would be, though no feature is too prominent. Her facial masked expression never moves, dark eye slits are where an eye and eyelids should be. If she is awake, an amber-pink glow meets any gaze. Dark silver with golden flecked sheen flesh encompasses her whole body and much like her kin, dark-wire roots beneath it as her muscles. The outer layer where bodies bend are met with more intricate plate armor. Her foot remains a statuesque shape of a foot, as do most parts of her body, but her hands and fingers can at least grasp and separate as a human hand would. Her ears seem to be broken, however- chipped from the metal plate-head- there once were wing shaped metal displayed on them.


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Personality ||

Likes: Learning, New experiences. Metals.
Dislikes: Being hurt
Strengths: Driven Will to survive
Weaknesses: Slow
Fears: Forgetting herself
Values:
Education:
Languages: Source, Common
General Attitude: Curious
Religious Inclination: -
General Intelligence: -
General Sociability: -
Alignment: Neutral Good

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Possessions ||

-A few pebbles
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Wardrobe ||

-Black torn cloth wraps around her chest
-Light-tan, loose trousers
-Brown belt with a satchel attached
-No boots- open feet shaped from flesh-armor

Inventory ||

-The clothes on her back and person

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History ||

Constructed within the Cradle, Morganite first awakened during its destruction. Among the crowd of its demise, she followed those that saved her kin to the bright rays of sunlight and the beautiful colors of the blue sky. Here, she became lost and entranced, unable to smell or truly feel the wind and scents of the sand dunes. Confused of where her kin were to go, she followed a banded small group that began to head north of the desert. This band lured her and two others away from the crowd, causing them to become lost in the dangerous field of dunes. They met with beasts of strange make, losing each other in its bloodshed. They fought each other for meat and water. And when it came to her, they turned on her for her metal, taking what they could in delirium before they left her half buried and shaken. Here.. Morganite was stranded for months, waiting for help that would not come. Eventually, during a sandstorm, she was able to dig herself out and find cover to wade it over.. Now she was free and could move forward, finally able to truly awaken in this world.​

Combat ||

Peaceful or violent: Peaceful
Weaponry: -
Combat Training: -
Training & Skills: -

Goals ||

-Seek nearest town
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Relationships ||
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