Since Andy made it so pretty, me too! This is still in progress for the Guest Stars and if you see a flaw let me know. *her first time reading the RP book rules*<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://imagenesfotos.com/wp-content/2012/11/jackeline-cardona.jpg)</div><br/>Morgayne Erlich<br/><br/>High Concept: Daughter of the Hunt<br/>Trouble: Daddy Issues<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Background:A Starry Summer</div><div class="spoiler_body">Morgayne’s childhood was not always a good one. She could never understand why her mother was always so protective of her. She was brought up in pagan traditions and each year at Beltane she and her mother would drive out to a forest near hours from their home and spend the day in a copse of trees. Her mother would teach her many things and it was a pretty place. The standing trees in the glen they spent time seemed to have many different trees. Almost in a circle was Oak, Ash, Apple, Hazel. Alder. Elder, and Yew. She would play for hours in the glen and not once did she leave the shelter of the trees due to her mother’s warning not to stray.<br/><br/>One particular day, she chased a bunny past the Yew tree and before she realized it, she was lost. She came upon a young boy with a wide smile and a cheerful way about him. They played together and as time passed he taught her how to live in the forest and move with the stars. He showed her how to make a bow and hunt to feed. He even taught her how to creep upon even the most alert animal. Unbeknownst to little Morgayne, days and nights had passed. Finally she asked about her mother and how she was waiting for her. The by, whom she knew as Puck, only shook his head and smiled. But that smile soon faded and they raced back to the glen only to find her mother hacking away at the Elder tree with a cold iron axe screaming, “Give her back!” Puck turned into a great big scary man with antlers and Morgayne was afraid.<br/><br/>“Hold your hand, woman! She is returned.”<br/><br/>“You promised!”<br/><br/>“I only promised to not keep her from you. My daughter will choose one day and nothing can keep her from her destiny.”<br/>Her mother dragged her from there in angry denial and it was only later that she learned her true nature and that she had spent not a day and night with Puck but three months. She also found out he was her father in the form of a child.<br/><br/>It was hard enough to find out that her father was the ErlKing. A powerful Wylde Fae. Soon it didn’t matter and she grew to resent him. Her mother, already over protective became unbearable but Morgayne could do nothing but watch her mother make herself sick. Finally after three years her mother died suddenly in a car accident. Morgayne was left on her own. She ended up in many foster homes but kept fighting and because of her heritage she was faster and stronger so it became an issue. She dreamed of her father coming to rescue her but he never came.<br/><br/>Finally at fourteen she ended up on the streets before being picked up by the authorities. This time she lucked out and ended up with an elderly man who fostered her. With two others, Marco and Jeanette, she learned a mixture of parkour and martial arts. She excelled in her studies and graduated high school. Through it all, she ate up anything she found out about her father and the fae but even that became a dormant part of her life as time passed. She was once more happy.<br/><br/>It was on the incident of her eighteenth birthday that she realized she couldn’t stay. Normal people weren’t supposed to know about the Supernatural but it had invaded her home and killed those she loved. Whether it was one of the Queens, the Others, or her father she didn’t care. She blames the ErlKing for making her a part of that world. She doesn’t talk about it. She only survived because a kindly wizard had come to her rescue and pointed her to neutral ground. She moved to New Orleans where she reluctantly took on the job of a Budweiser girl, dishing out charm and beer on the seedy bar scene.<br/>Neutral territory and part of the covenant New Orleans may be, but it was rife with the Supernatural. This is where her story truly begins.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rising Conflict: To Be or not to Be</div><div class="spoiler_body">The train ride back to New Orleans was a thoughtful one for Morgayne. It seemed her life would become nothing but tears and bloodshed without any normalcy. What she wouldn’t give to be just human, ignorant and blissful living a mundane life. She sighed heavily as she sank deeper into her chair watching the blur of scenery. A week ago she was laughing with Tiffany and now she plotting vengeance for the poor girl’s murder. She could still see the grisly crime scene in her mind. The poor girl was given no quarter. <br/><br/>She pushed the thoughts of her dead friend away and mulled over more recent events. Leaning against the seat beside her was a long slender case. She could feel its vibrations even if no one else could. It was tied to her now and once more she was on the path she had once long ago stepped away from. Once more she was in her father’s shadow. She thought deeply of the conversation in that glen with the trees standing like sentinels. What transpired made her shiver inwardly.<br/><br/>“You owe me something for the pain you caused me. For not caring!”<br/><br/>“I cared dearly for you. I stayed away.”<br/><br/>“You abandoned me!” She had screamed those words at him and felt a well of satisfaction to see him flinch.<br/><br/>“I kept you safe. You are not strong enough to face the Fae alone. You would if you would only choose,” he replied, his words holding an underlying menace despite his fatherly tones.<br/><br/>“And what? Look like a creepy goblin. You are King of Death and Shadows. You have no feeling. Maeb has more love in her heart of ice than you.”<br/><br/>“’Ware child, lest you draw her attention. What is to say you would not keep your form as you are. You would come into much power.” His tone became tinged with irritation and the world began to darken, the trees seeming to become more gnarled.<br/><br/>“I don’t care! My friend is dead because YOU are my father. How will I protect myself or anyone else for that matter? You want me, well give me something I can use. You owe me that….you owe it to my mother.”<br/><br/>A wind moved through the trees and the world seemed sadder for the bending of the trees. The dark giant with antlers shrank to a more human size and he came closer.<br/><br/>“Take this. Take it and become strong. I do not know who would risk much to depose me and mine but it smells of warm nights and soft roses. Seek out the Court of Summer. I cannot as I am bound only to interfere if directly insulted. Go and be well.”<br/><br/>Just like always, curt and to the point. No "How have you been?" or nothing. Yet, her hand reached out to the case and her fingertips burned with knowledge. She now had a weapon and she planned to use it. Her father may not realize he had indirectly set her as his hound. She fumed when she came to that conclusion just after leaving him. Used again but this time she would allow it. For now, she had someone to see. An appointment to keep.<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Guest Starring:Payment Deferred</div><div class="spoiler_body">The door read “Matt Wainwright, P.I.”. Morgayne couldn’t help but think this was something out of a movie scene. She had come back to New Orleans and showered and put on a sundress and heels. She let her damp hair dry naturally in cascading dark curls. A quick spritz of a ginger and cherry blossom perfume and she was out the door. The appointment was in the evening before she had to get to work. She wore enough tight clothing that even the low neckline on her dress was less revealing for a change.  <br/><br/>She entered, determined not to be swayed. Her cursory look around, gave her the feeling he didn’t really have a cleaning crew. Throwing a little charm into her smile and a sway into her step, she approached the man behind the desk. Her first impression was that he was missing a fedora. Instead of stopping in front of the desk she came around to the side and sat on the edge, crossing her legs just where he could get a good look at her long shapely calves and her already short dress hem rode up to peak at her upper thighs. <br/><br/>Normally she was only so blatant with her customers but from what she heard, PI’s weren’t cheap and she needed as much discount as her eyecandy could give. This was mild as things went as it were. She leaned in close and slid her fingertips under his loosened tie and smoothed it out. She put on a forelorn face with as much pouty lip as her shiny gloss would allow.<br/><br/>“Mr. Wainwright, I have a proposition for you. I really need to find someone and I heard you were the man for the job. Are you the man for the job,” she said with an inviting smile as she pulled on his tie and tightened it. If he agreed she would tell him her sob story and hope he could do it. Word in the Supernatural air was that Matt Wainwright wasn’t an ordinary PI and she needed extraordinary.<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Guest Starring Redux: Here Be Angels</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br/>Morgayne had been following the big bald man for nearly a week. It didn’t take her long to figure out that the man worked for some nefarious characters but right now he was her target for slipping girls the mickey and putting them in compromising positions. Sometimes he left them for dead. He was not a nice man and in her book, not-nice men didn’t rate living. So here she was before he could take another victim. This time he was schmoozing up an innocent blond trying to hard to act the part of a seductress. The perfect bait for serial rapists. <br/><br/>He was just about to dump some roofies in her drink when his cell phone went of to the theme music from “The Godfather”. Seriously! Was this man that much of a cliché. How did the police not just get these guys on awful stereotypes, alone. His face was irritated but his voice was complicit. She knew he was talking to the boss. Curiosity peeked and she followed him. It was so easy to just bounce around in her Bud uniform. Even though it wasn’t her night, the girls were here and just thought she was getting overtime. <br/><br/>She slipped outside to a side street where she had glamoured up her crotch rocket and slipped on her leather jacket and a pair of jeans. She gave the bike a minute to warm up, the machine rumpling and purring between her legs before she kicked off and gave chase. She knew his car and kept him in sight with a tracker she had planted. Stopping about a block away in the warehouse district, she managed to keep track of him and watched him enter a warehouse owned by none other than the local baddie.  She slipped in the back and climbed her way up to a vantage point and strung the bow she had strapped to her bike. She pulled the handmade arrow and knocked it against the beautiful gilding and waited.<br/><br/>Morgayne was not expecting what unfolded. Apparently it was some kind of meeting between the three guys (one of them her perp) and a beautiful buxom blond. This one obviously had what the other chick lacked in the grace and beauty department and she rocked her heels like a good girl should. Baldy leered as the one in charge began to have one of those villain conversations where they try to get you to understand the necessity of things when all they were doing was inflating their egos. <br/><br/>Morgayne nearly yawned at the diatribe. Blah, blah, blah. Still, she could see the blond becoming uncomfortable. Then like every other dramatic mob movie, the fight began. At first, Morgayne watched in fascination as the woman held her own. The ass kicking she was dishing out was almost like in the movies except only more painful and a lot less dancy. Then the bossman did something underhanded and just like that the fight was now in the bad guys favor. Morgayne couldn’t let this woman become roadkill especially with the lascivious look Baldy was giving the blond as he checked his jaw from one of her kicks.<br/><br/>Morgayne drew back her arrow, the fletching tickling her cheek just beneath her eye as the man offered her something shiny. She sucked in a breath and let the world narrow to her target. As she let out her breath, the arrow flew true for she could not fail, not with Fail-Not as her trusty partner. The arrow sang through the air, its mark the man’s hand. Before she even heard the yelp of pain and ping of metal on concrete, she had another arrow knocked and its arrow found Baldy in the throat. She smiled as things began to explode.  She stood up like an avenging angel, her dark hair billowing thanks to an open warehouse window.  <br/><br/>“How do you like the odds now, shit for brains!” She yelled out triumphantly and then took a step forward as if she were going to fly but she just dropped the distance and landed lightly on her feet. Thanks, Dad, she thought mentally with a little sarcasm. She already had an arrow knocked and the bossman was yelling for his other henchman to get her. She knocked an arrow as he started for her.<br/><br/> “Ah-uh. Are you feeling lucky, punk?” She was no Dirty Harry but the guy did manage to stop. For every step forward, the man stepped back. His boss was scowling, clutching his hand. <br/><br/>“What’s the matter with you, she’s just a girl playing superhero. Get her!”<br/><br/>The man pulled out a gun and Morgayne made a face. Mexican standoff. She wondered if she should take the chance or run now while the going was good but the thing about her bow as that she had to be confidant and so far, Tristan’s bow had failed her not. (She was so not going to let that one get old. The gun fired and she pulled the best trick she ever. She sent her bow flying, her trust in her bow and jer skill high. The point of her arrow and the bullet met. As it exploded from impact her now burning arrow, sans its point kept on and hit the guy in the forehead setting his hair on fire.<br/><br/>“Yes!” she said, pumping her fist in the air. It was then that she realized the boss was now angry with glowing red points for eyes. This was not good, especially the dark special effects all over the place. She was wondering if she made a mistake pissing someone like him off and if she was even powerful enough to take him. She looked down at the fallen woman who was doing her best to rise.<br/><br/>Then suddenly he was there flashing fire and all. She thought she was an avenging angel but with the appearance of her favorite wizard, Sylvan, she knew the day was saved.  <br/></div></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Skills<br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Superb     </td><td>Guns, Fists</td></tr><tr><td>Great     </td><td>Athletics, Survival</td></tr><tr><td>Good     </td><td>Rapport, Charisma</td></tr><tr><td>Fair     </td><td>Deceit, Weapons</td></tr><tr><td>Average     </td><td>Lore, Discipline</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Glamours [–2]<br/>Inhuman Speed [-2]<br/>Way of the Bow [–1]<br/>Incite Emotion [-1]<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Item of Power – Tristan’s Bow Fail-Not</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Once upon a time there was a Knight of the round table. A Cornish lordling who fell in love with Lady already to be betrothed. There love was a tragedy and the trials of their love would break the heart. But Tristan was a hero and with him he had his mighty bow who would not miss. That is the power of Fail-Not. Fail-Not is the unfailing bow that does not miss but if one’s confidence is at a loss than so is the target. It cannot be seen by normal or searching eyes as Tristan and his love had hid from those about them but a strong mind cannot be deterred. It is made from a sturdy red oak and near 72 inches long and pulls to 40 pounds. A defender’s bow, It is embossed with curling leaves and antlered deer. Wrapped in a fine linen held in place by curling gold dragons. The bow is said to strung from the hair of a unicorn’s beard, pure as the love Tristan held for Isolde.</div></div>[+1 Discount]<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Fail-Not – Tristan’s bow. Invisible to the normal eye, she carries it in hand or crosswise over her chest.<br/><br/>Hunting Knife – Large curved Bowie Knife with sawback done in black finished stainless steel she ties to her thigh.<br/><br/>Hi Point C9 (up to 10 silver or cold iron rounds) - This is a backup weapon as she is not fond of guns but she isn’t stupid.<br/><br/>EDIT: Fixed Skills