morrigan greene

name:: morrigan greene
gender:: female
age:: sixteen
date of birth:: february fourteenth, two thousand
place of birth:: colorado, u.s.a.

house:: thunderbird
wand:: twelve inches, willow with a coral core, rigid
year:: sixth year
blood type:: pureblood

appearance:: morrigan has dark hair which reaches past her ribcage, and it's thick and often hard to fully maintain. she'll usually just brush it in the morning and leave it down for the rest of the day, not caring if it flew in her face a multitude of times. her skin is pale, thankfully free of the acne and skin problems many her age go through, already of having her fair share of them in her earlier years. she has light eyes which are often a little striking against her dark hair and pale skin. She typically wears little makeup, though black eyeliner has become one of her necessities. Her "look" could be called goth when not in school, though she just rolls her eyes at the people who suggest such a thing, even though it's true.

personality:: morrigan is curious and intelligent, though some of her brightness diminished after the accident she caused at the end of last year. she seeks knowledge, though not just in her classes, but from the world around her. she longs to explore, learn more about the world around her. even though she was raised with magic surrounding her, it still fascinates her beyond compare, though she uses it with caution and care, being afraid to fully exploit her potential, even though it would be best for her to do so since she truly is a talented witch. she finds it a little difficult to easily make friends and could be considered an outcast, though doesn't mind that much, just having a couple friends she'll occasionally talk to is good enough for her.

history:: morrigan was born in a small town with mostly wizards in colorado, her parents both being magical. she was always raised with magic in her life, it surrounding her, and she loved it. she longed to get her wand from a young age, and waiting for her letter to ilvermorny was hard. her mother was a horned serpent while her father was a wampus, and she eagerly waited to discover her own house, what ilvermorny would bring her. she showed signs of magic from a young age like most magical children did, and every small thing excited her, made a new sort of spark be lit within her. though still, magic sometimes strained her, even though she didn’t use it. she found herself living in a shadow, the shadow of her parents, both fantastic wizards. people she didn’t know would come up to her while they were shopping, asking her if she was going to turn out just like her mother had, or do as much as her father. it worried her, though she kept on with her life, not trying to care too much about the reputation she had to live up to.

she went to ilvermorny at age eleven like other magical american children did, and the sight of the castle and everything within was grander than she had ever imagined. she went into her sorting eager, all nervous feelings being replaced with excitement and adrenaline. it went better than she even thought, and instead of being chosen by one house, she was chosen by two. it was something rare, but possible. she had definitely proved herself, at least. she had the choice of either becoming a horned serpent or a thunderbird, and the decision was difficult at first. she could become a horned serpent, the house of scholars. and she could stay in her mother's shadow, a horned serpent just like her. or she could be a thunderbird, an adventurer. the thought of that house excited her more, made her curious, so she chose it. she didn't care if her mother would question her as to why she didn't choose her house, no, she was going to enjoy being a thunderbird. so she did.

she soon made friends in her house, and enjoyed her classes, too. her life was good, great even. there was nothing too bad, mostly good, and her time at the school was near perfect. however, in her fifth year, she had an accident. a major one. it didn't affect morrigan physically as much as emotionally. she was casually lounging around on the courtyard, and decided she was going to playfully jinx, do something harmless, though the spell ended up going towards a building, and her laughing messed up the incantation. It destroyed a large part of a building, one with people inside. everyone was safe, though many got injuries. everything was easily fixed with magic, though it scarred her, showed her the real harm magic could do. she was powerful when it came to magic, though it wasn't always for good.

from then on, she was a little less bright, and the glass became half empty instead of full. smiles appeared, though rarely. as much as people would ask her, "what's wrong?" or tell her she was fine, that incident was months ago and everyone is fine, she couldn't settle herself. she often found herself asking one question: was magic really for the better, when just a simple mishap could do so much?