All right, all RIGHT--

[taennyn]

Nicked from klgaffney (who got it from tsuki_no_bara), merditha, darthneko, larathia, billradish, and now dreamscribe:

name a character and I'll tell you something entirely random about him/her that may or may not ever make it into the story. (lemmings. All of us. I swear.)



(and also from klgaffney: ask me anything about my stories and/or writing process:* inspiration, process, what the hell was i thinking, etc. no limit on questions, just ask away.

feel free to ask world-building questions if you so desire.)

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[klgaffney.livejournal.com]

the morrighan.

...and since i find her shiny even from rumour and secondhand observation, i figured i might as well go with the questions too: where'd she come from? is she dead on celtic myth, or a mirror/shift/aspect/other/whathaveyou? what does she want, anyway? *flails* ahem. there's probably more. i'll wait for you to answer those first. *beam*

part the first

[taennyn]

She has--she feels--an absurd liking for shoes. Especially the ones that make her feet look even smaller than they actually are (and considering that she's maybe four foot eleven in flats without her hair spiked . . .) or have decorations that make you do double takes.
She feels no personal conflict in being sworn to *thinks* three people, while being lovers with a fourth.
She has a thing for tall blonds.
She can fight in full victorian dress (including corset). The fact that she doesn't have to anymore is glee inducing.

part the second

[taennyn]

Hmmmn. Depends on how you look at it; there are actually two The Morrigans. The death, and the goddess. From all I've read, the goddess is dead on celtic myth in her Aspect.

The death, now . . She was Apprenticed-death--which means that another death came along, had a shiny moment, and trained her in the aspect, then gave her/let her handle a weapon that had been used for taking people's souls for a few centuries. (I actually suspect that her teacher didn't realise she was female for some time; he found her getting involved in tavern brawls on a regular basis)

About a hundred years after she'd been made a death, she tracked down the goddess, in Ireland, and offered Her a deal. Worship, dedicated deaths in battle, in exchange for protection and the occasional warning. So the goddess doesn't fade as fast as she would if she had v. few or no worshippers, and the death's survived seven hundred some years of chasing the battle shiny. It's worked out very well for them.

What does she want? . . I'm not sure anyone--including her--really knows. She doesn't show more of an agenda than 'ooooh, shiny, can I fight it?'--which has made whole generations of other deaths' hindbrains go *flail!*.
She can get away with this 'cause of Eduard De'Ath--who is a Machiavellian and does plan and plot and use people like chesspieces. She's a weapon, she knows it, she accepts it, and then goes out and attacks things for the glee of it.