Morrigan Devlin

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Morrigan Devlin
28 | Unschooled | Werewolf| Death Eater | Michelle Rodriquez

Morrigan has an angled, fierce-looking face with a dark chocolate eye that is almost black. Scarring covers a big portion of the left side of her face, and her left eye is a milky white from being blinded. Her hair is thick and black, and would fall in lovely waves down her back if it were not for the fact that it is always tangled and compacted with grease and dirt. Her lips are small, yet full with no laugh lines. They have an effect of looking constantly pursed. She has had her teeth and fingernails filed into points, making her appear even more foreboding. You will almost never find Morrigan without dirt on her skin, hair, and clothes. She spends much of her time out in the elements. Morrigan’s clothing is often times in tatters, and her outfit only changes when she steals a new one, usually off the body of a witch or wizard she had just killed.

Morrigan can best be described as a rabid dog; she is just as vicious and just as dangerous. Morrigan takes pleasure in inflicting pain upon others, and has become accustomed to the taste of blood; even when she is in her human form. Morrigan is also a true predator. She’ll go after the weakest and most innocent. The less able they are to defend themselves, the more likely she is to attack. All these years of her bloodlust and transformations have left her insane. She is not someone who is able to see the world as others do, and definitely not someone who can be reasoned with. She can disgust even the cruelest of wizards with her animalistic methods of attack. She likes to be up close and personal with her attacks, and views those who carry wands as cowards; attacking from a safe distance, relying on magic to do their dirty work. Morrigan does her own dirty work, with her own claws and teeth.

History: Morrigan was bitten at a very young by a member of Fenrir’s underground werewolf community. Her parents had angered Lord Voldemort in some fashion, and the attack had been ordered on their child: Morrigan. Though they were not part of the Death Eater movement, Morrigan’s parents still had the mindset of ‘wizard superiority.’ They believed that the power of wizards entitled them as being the best of all species. Because of this mentality, Morrigan’s parents were disgusted by the fact that their daughter was now a werewolf. Morrigan’s parents abandoned her, leaving her in the dirty streets of London to fend for herself. She would have died, had it not been for her being ‘rescued’ by Fenrir Greyback and taken to his underground community to be raised. Morrigan proved to be a treasure, as she used her anger towards her parents for abandoning her as fuel for her hatred against wizard-kind, and quickly became the most vicious out of the rest of the adolescents.

Though this vicious nature of Morrigan’s put her in the favorable sight of Fenrir, it distanced her from the rest of the pack. Many in the pack had been bitten at an older age, and accepted Fenrir’s offer of shelter more out of necessity than want. In the wizarding world they were outcasts, and being part of the pack was guaranteed protection. In return, they would do assignments for the Death Eater movement; however they didn’t necessarily enjoy them. Even the other children, who had been bitten young and raised by the pack were slow to approach Morrigan. They were intimidated by her, and put off by the enjoyment she got from making one of the other cubs yelp in pain during their sparring matches.

While the pack’s distanced demeanor towards Morrigan initially disturbed her, she soon found that all the companionship and love she needed could be given to her by one man: Fenrir Greyback. Whenever Fenrir walked within the colony, Morrigan would follow him like a shadow. She hero-worshipped the man. The only one who ever seemed to see her worth. Fenrir made Morrigan feel as if she was someone important, and she would act out whenever she found herself under his scrutiny; ever striving to gain his praise and approval. Fenrir was the only thing that Morrigan ever truly loved.

Morrigan’s first murder occurred when she was only eight. Sneaking away from the community, Morrigan had stationed herself near her parents’ house on the night of the full moon. She was beginning to become somewhat accustomed to her transformations, and was curious to test out the power of her wolf side. She knew there was only a small chance that she would encounter her parents, but she got lucky that night. Her mother had come outside to investigate a noise she had heard in the bushes underneath their bedroom window. That noise had proved to be Morrigan, and her mother being wandless, she was very easily dispatched. Her father had rushed out to see what was happening, and Morrigan killed him too. Afterwards, she felt almost as if she had avenged herself, though it didn’t quench her thirst for blood. She had been berated for sneaking away from the colony, however Fenrir also said that he couldn't be prouder of her for wanting to further explore the attributes of her wolf side.

Hogwarts Years: Due to the fact that she was a werewolf, and a vicious one at that, Morrigan was never accepted into Hogwarts. Instead, she took on a schooling of a very different sort. It was during these years that Morrigan honed her fighting skills, and began to discover that she had some measure of control while she was transformed. She could never make the wolf do what she wanted, however she seemed to be able to suggest things. Since her wants and the wolf’s wants seemed to coincide, it was merely a matter of convincing the wolf to go after the prey she wanted targeted. Sometimes it worked, other times it didn’t, but it was something Morrigan wanted desperately to work on.

It was also during these years that Morrigan discovered the blessed effects of the Wolfsbane potion. To be transformed, and maintain her own mind was like a dream come true for Morrigan. When she took the Wolfsbane, she could actually control her powerful transformed body, wreaking havoc in any way she pleased. It was the Disneyland for vicious werewolves like herself. It was hard to come by, however, and Morrigan began to find ways to threaten and coerce wizards into creating this brew for her. Whenever she had some Wolfsbane potion within her supply, Morrigan was twice the danger on the full moon than normal.

While the Wolfsbane opened Morrigan’s eyes to the pleasures of complete control over her wolf body, it also opened her eyes to the dangers of the advances in medicine to control the werewolf ‘curse.’ If they could succeed in a potion that gave the human mind complete control over the wolf, how long would it be before they found a way to revert the change…or even worse; stop the change from happening all together? Morrigan’s one nightmare was that wizard-kind would invent a way to completely disable the werewolf DNA within her, and prevent her from transforming ever again. The animal within Morrigan was who she was. To lose the transformation would be to lose herself, and Morrigan could think of no greater punishment than to have a cure forced on her. More than once in her life, Morrigan has slipped away into hiding when rumors of a cure began to surface, only to come back when the rumors never bore fruit.

Morrigan’s big regret during these years, was that she was deemed too young and unpredictable to take part in the first battle of Hogwarts. She had raged, threatened, and even had tears of anger when she was prevented from joining the ranks of her beloved Fenrir and his pack at the battle.

The year that Morrigan turned 17, Voldemort had killed Harry Potter and had begun recruiting more followers to his cause. Morrigan had joined up immediately, and began to work on proving herself as a tool in striking the fear into the hearts of others. Morrigan was trying very hard to live up to her idol, Fenrir, and she volunteered for any mission she could. Morrigan wanted to make a name for herself. She wanted her name to be whispered with as much fear and respect as Fenrir’s was.

It was not a great blow to Morrigan when Voldemort was defeated, her regrets falling more towards her sympathies towards the failure Fenrir felt himself to be. She had been used more for spying and reconnaissance work, so her name was nowhere near as well-known as she had wanted. It was hard to make a name for oneself when one was usually back in the shadows, unseen. Despite Fenrir’s spoken approval of her, Morrigan had often wondered whether Fenrir inwardly thought that she was incapable of battling wizards. The fact that she had never learned magic was a pretty big crutch when battling wizards, and Morrigan feared that perhaps Fenrir really saw her as being useless; worth nothing more than being a spy. She had never voiced her fears to her hero. She was too afraid of what his answer may be.

Now that Harry Potter as arisen, naming himself the Dark Lord, Morrigan is yet again aspiring to become a name that strikes fear into the hearts of others. Situating herself among the Death Eaters faction, Morrigan wants her name to be whispered fearfully from the lips of parents and children alike. Her goal is to have her name become as well-known and hated, as Fenrir’s.