Post by Morgan Owen on Nov 14, 2017 1:43:00 GMT -5
Morgan Cathalain Owen
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Name: Prince Morgan Owen of Ireland
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Gender: male
Age: 33
Sexuality: heterosexual
Fairytale: The King of Ireland's Son
Year: Teacher (Combat)
Face Claim: Ben Barnes
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Personality:
Think of a bratty rich kid and then multiply that by five million and you have Morgan. It's not like his castle-sized ego is without merit, however – he makes for an excellent warrior of the traditional medieval sense and he's quite good at being a prince, but as for all that comes with operating in polite contemporary society. He's picked up some skills and as long as the conversation doesn't go too deep, he can function. His haughty exterior will never truly go away.
He's calmed down as he's matured. Well, “matured” is a liberal term, but Morgan has been forced to grow up at least to the point of being responsible for his students – at the bare minimum. His father is still alive and healthy, so the responsibility of kingship is not about to rest on his shoulders anytime soon and thus, prolongs childhood, in a way. He still doesn't have a filter and even though he will never think before he speaks, he's done some thinking that has made the words that come out of his mouth a little more bearable for the people around him.
Appearance:
Morgan looks fantastic and he knows it. Growing up, he had been scrawny and he hit a growth spurt in his teens, shooting up to about six feet. It took him until his early twenties to regain the cat-like grace that he had enjoyed as a child. Now in his thirties, he has managed to fill out, but he still maintains his slender build, which now gives him a tapered, elegant appearance. He goes between growing out his dark brown hair and chopping it off when the fancy strikes. He sports a scruffy beard on most days. As the combat teacher, he spends a great amount of time working out and he's proud of his physique. As he had spent time in the modern world already, he developed a taste for fashion and is still a kilt activist.
History:
Born as the eldest son of the King of Ireland, his mother had passed away before he was old enough to remember her. He had two younger-half brothers and as happens in royal families, they plotted to kill him and take his birthright because that's healthy for ten-year-olds. Anyway, his home life was messed up, but not terribly important to his story. Let's just say that he dealt with it by being pettier than his brothers and there was lots of casual murder attempts between them.
After puberty had made him considerably less awkward and he was in his late teens, he went on an epic quest that involved serving an enchanter because he had the hots for his daughter named Fedelma. Eventually, he acquired a badly behaved horse named The Slight Red Steed, a stupid
Things were great for awhile until Gilly's/Flann's gf turned up pregnant, so they had a wedding and Fedelma and Morgan just didn't work out. You see, each thought the other had a smokin' bod from a distance, but they actually hated each other once they got to know each other. They decided to try to see other people. Fedelma slept with both of Morgan's halfbrothers and Morgan started seeing this village girl named Abigail who was obsessed with telling everyone about witches. It didn't end well – both Morgan and Abigail did most things to get attention. Then, Fedelma ended up pregnant and that was awkward because Morgan's half-brothers were trying to kill him, so he got himself through a portal and came to Avalon Academy.
As a student, Morgan had a reputation for being a spoiled brat and he made very little effort to change his ways. He fell in with other princes – Arthur, Gaston, Simba, and together they formed Team Pastry, which no one truly understood. There were some weird enchantments that went down and there were a lot of fights, although to his disappointment, very few of them actually involved swords. He went back to Ireland to visit, but he came to the conclusion that it was no longer his home and because his father was doing well, he had no qualms when the portal reopened to bring him back to Tintagel Academy – where he knew his talents would be appreciated. He became a teacher in the subject in which he excelled the most – hitting people and things with sharp objects.
Other: Enjoys the liberal use of alcohol. He's a “cool” teacher, but is kinda out of touch with “the youths” – When say I'm “a daddy” you saying I remind me of your dad?
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Sample Post:
They were sitting in their great hall at a long, rectangular wooden table, eating some sort of meat (probably venison) and mopping up the sauce with the bread. They were arguing about dragons, of all things, but not in the way that dragons were expected to be discussed by kings' sons. You see, the dragons had never bothered Ireland before and that was a good thing, as they had far more concerning matters at hand: famine, war, and the rising discontent of the lower classes, led by a 37-year-old man named Dennis who looked suspiciously like a woman from behind and was adamant that the populous was supposed to vote for kings. Anyway, the dragons had never been a threat – they weren't even in Ireland, but the brothers proposed that they all take a family vacation to Scotland and wipe out the beasts. For the record, the dragons weren't bothering the Scottish, either.
Morgan was the only one with the unpopular opinion that they should leave the dragons alone. Gilly/Flann/whatever he was calling himself these days at least maintained that they should not attack the dragons directly, but instead destroy their habitat. The conversation eventually turned to how the plague was on the move again and Morgan should hurry up and get married and have twelve kids before the plague got him (and everyone else). As he chewed the stringy meat, he reflected on how much he missed modern life. At least the food was better and he was away from this lot.
When dinner mercifully came to an end, Morgan went up to his chambers to read by candlelight, practice Catholicism, and engage in other quiet activities one did in medieval Ireland. He ordered some servants around and was just settling in with a book when a bright light caught his eye and he looked up in time to see what was unmistakably a portal. He had enough time to smile before it sucked him back to where he belonged.
