Post by Morgan Fox on Jan 24, 2009 23:53:01 GMT -3
[Y O U]
Name: Morgan Fox
Age: 17
Face Claim: Blake Lively
[Way B A C K]
History: Morgan Elise Fox was born in a world too small for her determination. When her mother and sister died and her father was sent off to prison for killing her mother, she was sent with her siblings to live with their Uncle Max. With her "family" now in a normal setting, she decided to head out on her own to live with her grandmother out of state. At the new school, no one could tell that she wasn't herself: she dressed nicely, was on the school soccer team, was socially out-going, and had an endless list of after-school activities. Morgan rarely tried to visit home, but found time to miss her younger siblings.
Morgan had always been close to her sisters and tried to be so again. They welcomed her lovingly, but she left them again. After that, she just kinda started a life of her own after high school. Morgan missed her mother and sister greatly, but now it's a more reasonable thing to deal with. She can live her own life.
Personality: Morgan is a sensible girl, but knows how to have fun and let loose. She's fun to hang around and is usually the one whose shoulder you can cry on. She listens intently, but doesn't spread gossip, and knows when someone needs to just talk. Morgan knows that she can't control her life, but she makes everything work to the best of her advantage. She had a hard time letting go of the "mom"-like appearance for her sisters; so, occasoinally she'll be controlling and bossy.
Family:
- Mother/ Julia Ann Fox/ Dead
- Father/ Derek Nathan Fox/ Alive
- Brother/ Scott Sanford Fox/ Alive/ 18
- Sister/ Elizabeth Darling Fox/ Alive/ 11
- Sister/ Emily Piper Fox/ Alive/ 9
- Sister/ Dianne Leigh Fox/ Dead
Relations: None
[E N D I N G]
Passcode: aaron
Example Post: She had been watching, though hadn't come forward until now. Sapphire had seen Virotre look around for her; she sighed and awoke Darsal from her noon-time nap. The bright-eyed filly looked around dazed for she had risen too quickly. The paint swayed somewhat, but was steadied by her dam. As Darsal nursed, Sapphire watched the exchange of words between the mares, both Rogue and resident. She clacked her teeth together when Jecentra spoke first. "Would you me to get you something? Like...I don't know...a life?" Sapphire shook her head when Midnight Dancer followed suite. She should have known better than to do that. Jecentra had been rude and inhospitable. Rogues had wandered the lands for many years, everyone knew that. They resided nowhere. She smiled when Virotre walked in on the trio, scolding Jecentra and Midnight, but explaining to the Rogue their situation as well.
Her silver-webbed optics brightened and nudged Darsal to tell her they would have to join them soon. She continued to watch as the Rogue spit venomous words. "Why don't you go hide behind your stallion?" Sapphire bit her tongue and fought the impulse to come down and scream at the mare herself. She remained hidden, still watching. Sapphire Moon looked away, knowing that Jecentra would be the first to react; her ears still pricked forward listening. She snorted, laughing, when Jecentra tried acting innocently towards Virotre while trying to hide the baring of her teeth. He had been watching nearly the entire time like she had. Finally, Darsal raised her head and nudged her mother. Waiting for her to lead the way, the filly looked around at the trees beside and above her, yawning in receding sleepiness. The mare sighed. Time to go. She pushed her bodice out of the shadows and whinnied to the group, throwing out a welcoming nicker to the mare.
When Darsal grew steadier on her hooves, Saph increased her speed to a trot. As her dark hooves went forward, she lessened the distance between Virotre and herself. Her jet-dark locks danced as the wind, caused by her movement, fingered through her silky, tangle-free mane. Sapphire Moon looked to the pregnant Rogue and nodded, dipping her head in greeting politely. She slowed to a dancing trot and stopped when she reached Virotre's side, nuzzling him lovingly at the meeting point of his head and neck. Darsal watched as Sapphire nuzzled her sire, and she looked over at the newest mare. Who is she? She wondered to herself silently. She smelled of other horses and places, even Darsal could figure that out. Sapphire turned to her and nudged her towards Virotre, looking towards the Rouge.
Greetings, I be Sapphire Moon. I'm sorry for my lateness; my daughter was sleeping. - she smiled- I'm sorry my companions -she cast her eyes upon Midnight and Jecentra in passing- started off being inhospitable. I'm sure they meant no harm.
She looked back at Virotre and asked, Would we be able to offer her shelter until her foal is born? Her gaze flew back to the mare before her as she raised her head. Knowing that look, Sapphire backed away a few steps, but refused to let the mare influence her to back down. Sapphire turned her body towards Midnight Dancer and Jecentra. I expected more from the both of you. -she looked hard upon Jecentra, but even more so upon Midnight- How would you like to be frowned upon the very moment you stepped hoof on foreign soil, to be beaten down with harsh, unkind words already thought of to torment you, to be ridiculed not even having had had the slightest chance to introduce yourself? You wouldn't, now would you? Sapphire returned her gaze to the mare.
It was unacceptable for them to treat you that way. I'm sorry for their actions. - she smiled at Midnight, acknowledging that she did apologize. She hadn't known what to do and was led by improper example. The mare still needed to be put back in line. Sapphire Moon returned to Virotre's side awaiting anyone to react. Darsal, in the middle of the new quietness her dam had presented, grew uneasy. It was awkward for her to not know what to do. The filly nudged her sire, Virotre, into action and laid down beside his form on the ground. Looking up at his face, she smiled and watched the group silently.
[You said that you loved me. Well, how about now?]