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Author Topic: Morgan Clery  (Read 1770 times)

Description: Black Widow Prince. Yellow to Rose. Played by Bowie.

Offline Morgan Clery

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Morgan Clery
« on: Apr 08, 17, 03:24:22 AM »
The Basics

Character Name: Morgan Clery
Nicknames: Creep, The Dark Prince
Age and Birth Year:  23 (170 AP)
Race:  Short-Lived (Sceltic)
Caste:  Black Widow Prince
Birth Territory: Aberly, Wexol, Denford, Scelt, K
Home Territory: Aberly, Wexol, Denford, Scelt, K

Birthright Jewel: Cut Yellow
Offering Jewel: Uncut Rose

Role: Black Widow Adept
Faction: Hourglass Coven

Appearance

Play By:  Kenneth Bek
Distinguishing Features: In Scelt, his bright shock of orange hair likely does little to set him apart as unique in any real way, but the sharp features and piercing eyes do a fair job of telling a compelling story. Handsome as the devil, with the gaze of the very same, he also proves himself extraordinarily fit when he reveals himself in full. Despite his fair appearance, he is otherwise unmarked by exception: on the short side of average height, there are no tattoos, no scars, no birthmarks or beauty marks to behold, and he dresses without extravagance. The most unique feature for a man such as he is the Widow's tooth that lays beneath his nail on his right ring finger, warned of with only a simply shaped metal wire that wraps about the finger's base.

Personality


Personality:
His family always called him The Dark Prince, before they even knew the full truth of it. It was clear even as a small babe that he was unbelievably focused on details, both quiet and thoughtful. Those two words are the watchwords for his very existence, and the only ones he is comfortable with finding in himself.

That essence, and the experience of persecution and fear at his existence, honed him into the man he is today, both faults and cleverness. With his mind and cutting wit as sharp as his features, he uses all of them to further his own purposes as much by instinct as by intent. Unafraid and unabashed in the moment when using every asset at his disposal, the Rose fiend is overly comfortable when he corrupts, tricks, seduces and entices to see his whims manifested. The silken words he uses to twist, the skilled fingers he moves to tease and excite, the claw hidden inside them for its poisoning, the stunning looks he employs to compel, and the power he brings forth to control, study, and exploit, all prove themselves as weapons he brings forth with far too much familiarity.

Morgan has desperately tried to represent himself as only the Princely aspects of his identity, fearful of the darkness he ascribes to the aspects of himself he knows to be the Widow, even as the darkness in him permeates every action he takes regardless of its webs, poisons and prophecy. He has only reluctantly began to accept the truth that he is not pieces of a man, but a whole. The whole of him has always been the same man, no matter how hard he tries to act as if they are pieces he can try to segregate into their own little peaceful and tormenting corners. An exacting man of absolute cunning, Morgan has a ruthlessness to his efficiency that comes from the breeding of his hybrid essence, the hyper-awareness and crafty perception of the world around him honed with a Prince's efficiency and attention to detail, resulting in him being a greater sum of this whole. But even as he tries to come to terms with who he really is, he continues to ascribe false conclusions about where parts of him really come from, assuming every positive element of himself to be the male caste he wishes was his only caste, while blaming every part of his wickedness foolishly on the shadows that Scelt has draped over the Black Widow he has struggled to accept as who he really is.

If he were to be wholly honest, the more he accepts the truth of who he is, the more he realizes that he is a Black Widow that's Princely intuition has sharpened into a blade, rather than a Prince who is burdened with the Widow's visions and hungry desires for more.

Yet for all his instincts to manipulate and seduce and connive, the Black Widow Prince prefers vastly the quiet of learning for a multitude of reasons. An introvert, given the choice, he errs deeply to his own company, and reluctantly that of his family, as much for his own nature as the more unspoken reasons that see him hew to quiet and solitude and family. For the man's comfort in wickedness and sin and cruelty, he resists it at his most deep center. The absence of others is sometimes for the absence of temptation, for his own self-censure to protect from feeling the guilt of his actions once taken. And guilt weighs so very heavily upon him when he has a moment's silence, to think of that which he has done, the lies he has told, the hearts he has torn, the people he has hurt. There is a darkness in him that fills him deeper every year, and he desperately hopes he will not see the day where he doesn't feel bad for his actions in the light of the next day.



Likes:
  • Education. Studying, improving, learning, these are the cornerstone of his existence and he yearns to master all that he can. Despite his light jewel, he knows that true power can lay in the proper harnessing of the power he Crafts, and wishes to become the finest master of all that is laid before him.
  • The smells and sounds of the sea. A Clery born and bred, his family has long been hewn to the sea. His father runs a successful fishery, and before it, skippered boats to and from the sea to catch them himself, and the smell of fish and salt and the sound of crashing waves and sails pounded by wind drive into him a deep calm and sense of identity that he wishes he could harness at all times.
  • Fear. The joy that fills him when others react to him with terror and reverence is absolute, and it is an exhilaration that fills him with a sense of concern that still is washed away by the sheer pleasure of knowing the power he has over their mind. It is one of the most ironically frightening things, but he can never get enough of it, often finding himself trying to cultivate the experience when he isn't mindful of his thoughts and actions.
Dislikes:
  • The Sheanes. Hard stop. They were the worst of those persecuting the Widows, and it was a Sheane's witchfire that burned his sister before his eyes. The hatred in his heart for the entire Clan runs deeply, but it does not blind him to fairness or their mistreatment.
  • Condescension. Between the lightness of his jewel, and the "kindness" often showed him by his own family, he has grown to find a deep wellspring of ire at the backhanded suggestions offered him on a multitude of issues. Those who choose to look down on him, or explain to him that which is obvious to him, or apologize for his existence, risk incurring the wrath of a Widow's poison surely.
  • Warlord Princes. Wild, capricious, violent, suffused with a passion that allows society to excuse their rapes and murders, they are a crude weapon at best and a foul and odious beast at worst. Seeing them extolled as leaders merely for martial brutality offends him at his deepest, and he has great resentment towards these bloodthirsty barbarians wearing fineries and playing at civility.
Fears:
  • Persecution. Despite his hatred for its implementation, he is relieved to know he must not live in such fear of his very nature, but that does not mean he is certain it will not return. Every time someone learns of his caste - which he struggles to not hide, trying to play at pride in it - there is a pit in his gut, wondering if today is the day he is lynched or burned alive. Worse, he knows he is the kind of Widow that has driven such hatred and cruelty, and fears being the cause of some resurgence of this hostility.
  • Falling to Darkness, or Madness. Morgan suspects deeply that his essence is evil, and finds himself falling into it all too often, regretting every stumble that he can't stop taking. Additionally, the curse of the Widow is to always risk losing themselves in their Tangled Webs. There is no doubt in Morgan's mind that he will find himself a madman or a monster if he delves too deeply, but his soul demands he not stop until he knows all, no matter the consequences.
  • Loss of Family. He lost his sister, who never should have died protecting him, having been unspeakably more noble than he ever would be. His younger sister shares this cursed Caste with him. And now he has an infant brother. There are too many risks, and Scelt is not safe for those with the Tooth nor those who love them, and he dreads deeply losing the only people who he would never hurt, and who would never hurt him, especially since they might be lost for no reason other than their unconditional love for him.
Craft Strengths:
  • Exploit Weakness. Naturally gifted in his perceptiveness, the Prince found far too much ease in perceiving flaws in all things before him, his eyes naturally discovering weaknesses of body and mind, which made it all too easy to twist hearts, rip into minds, and break those who offend him. This skill covers much of the world for him, as well, allowing him to see fault points in craft and Craft both, as well as fissures in stone and errors in speech and writing. There is nothing he has honed more sharply than this gift, and it serves him all too well.
  • Mind Delving. Always inquisitive, it always hounded him, wondering how and why and what others thought, and so it has been that this has been that Mind and Psychic Craft have been that which he has most studied and strained to master.
Craft Weaknesses:
  • Witchfire. He had learned this, and knew it fair and well enough. It was used to burn his sister alive, and ever since, however, trying to summon it forth summons instead memories and horror and the Craft abandons his veins as his mind strains to protect itself from the pain. While he is capable of performing this Craft, he is incapable when in his right mind of summoning it to being anymore.
  • Combat Shielding. While skilled enough in the defensive crafts, imparted on him as things he must study and ensure himself ready in case of ever being the target of cruelty as part of his caste, he never focused overly on the more creative offensive applications. Offensive crafts in general tend to be of lower in caliber for him than others, but the idea of dropping a shield for any reason is of particular incompetency for the Widow Prince.
Life Story

Family:
Mother: **Kenneth Clery, Rose to Opal Warlord, Age 55 (Born 137 PP)
Father:  **Alana (Gowan) Clery, Yellow to Summer Sky Witch, Age 42 (Born 150 PP)
Siblings: Deirdre Clery, Tiger Eye to Summer Sky Witch, Age 20 at death (Born 168 PP) (deceased)
**Brigid Clery, Opal to Red Black Widow, Age 18 (Born 174 PP)
Ewan Clery, Yellow Prince, Age 3 (Born 189 PP)  (undescended to Rose)
Cousins: Desmond Clery, uncut Summer Sky to uncut Blood Opal Warlord
*Drummond Clery - Tiger Eye to Purple Dusk Prince, Age 31 (Born 161 PP) [Adoptable]
*Brenna Clery - Summer Sky to Opal Witch, Age 26 (Born 166 PP) (Adoptable)
Uncle: *Nolan Clery - Purple Dusk to Sapphire Prince, Age  68 (Born 124 PP)
Aunt: *Moirin Clery -White to Rose Healer, Age  61 (Born 131 PP)

*see Desmond Clery's sheet, some adoptable
**adoptable

History:
It was self-evident before he was ever properly assessed that he was no mere Warlord, nor something so wild and rambunctious as Warlord Prince. That meticulousness and focus hid something darker, something which evaded suspicion for some time: he was thought by age three as Prince, and that was all he was until he was nearly seven. It was enough time that he has striking memories of much of his family's negative opinions and reluctance about his young sister, who was found in her caste as well: Black Widow. They spoke in hushed tones about it with him and his older sister, warning about what it might mean for their family and steps that had to be taken: as if Brigid had some sort of horrific disease or deformity they must make allowances for. It was only there that he learned anything of them, as they spoke of the tooth that would form beneath the nail, and how they must be milked.

He was nine when his mother noticed how inflamed and engorged his finger was, which looked as if it had become infected. And it had. Confessing that he'd been trying to take care of it on his own, but that he wasn't good at it and that it had gotten blocked up and he didn't know what to do. A painful process later that involved bringing in his aunt Moirin as a healer, and then her bringing in another healer who had more experience and capacity than even she, and it was no longer some secret. His finger recovered, he learned properly how to milk his tooth, and now there were few in all of Wexol who did not know that Kenneth's Clery branch was ripe with the Widows, and whispers even took hold wondering if they were somehow cursed. Hearth witches even came to test his elder sister again, to be sure Deirdre wasn't hiding it herself.

His life had changed, and the nickname Dark Prince took on another meaning entirely. The other children feared him, now. He was a Prince at lessons with the other kids one day, then after returning a week later, he was now only a Black Widow to them, and they treated him as if he had been deceiving them all along, lying and tricking them. They began to ignore him, making signs on their body to ward him off as if some wicked spirit, and others began to become obsessed with him, asking him questions he did not even begin to know. Questions he demanded answers to, himself. But this, and his own parents and uncle's derision shaped him well and shaped him early, teaching him what his value really was to most: a subject of controversy, or a subject of study, or a subject of power and fear and dominion. He was not, to most, a real person any longer, so much as a problem or a monster. And he chose, of those options, 'monster', more and more. It was a shield as much as it was a sword, and it guided his mind and his personality as he developed from that young age.

He cultivated the fear, and he cultivated the fascination, both of which he used to twist people to his ends, an action expected of him and he did not disappoint. Other boys and girls both moaned for him, and yet other boys and girls and some men and women shied away from him. The Dark Prince shined to his title, and away from a new one bandied forth from cruel children and even cruel adults, some of whom had very good reason to begin its usage: creep. It became the most common insult from those who became more brave as some of their own Offerings proved them so much darker than he could hope to be, but others grew even more wary of the relative strength, wondering what tricks he had planned to even the field now.

Through this, there was only one constant reminder of the boy and child he was supposed to be, of the life he was supposed to have when he was called only Prince: the Clery clan. While often all too condescending or ridiculous about his and his sister's natures, they loved them truly and never let that be a secret hidden from the children. It was his only foundation that brought him back from the brink of rage and cruelty many times, wondering what his mother, father and sisters might think of him, or his cousins and aunts and uncles. But they loved him, and wanted to protect him from the dangers in this world, some of which he brought on himself by living up to the stereotypes expected of him.

It was this latter case that saw the most defining moment for him: the Sheane's distaste for the Black Widows crystalized into murder. Denford was their seat, and the town of Aberly was in the heart of their home, and so it was with little surprise that the Twisted Clery Branch was visited with hate and fear by a band of the Sheanes in those trying times. Father and mother stood with some other family as they refused to allow these Sheanes within their home in search of the children; but this was not expected to succeed long, and so Deirdre was tasked to take her siblings and run and hide. And so she did, but not successfully, as a Warlord Prince of Clan Sheane found them and recognized one of them instantly, the young and wicked little Prince. And so it was to be witchfire to see him ended, but Deirdre bid them all raise shields; and she stood before them with her own, giving it her all. But her all was not enough. Clery rushed to protect the children from the attack, but not soon enough, as Deirdre's shields fell under the onslaught of the darker, more battle-tested Sheane, and they watched from behind Brigid and his own shields as Deirdre was burned alive before him, laying down her life for them both. Dying because of Morgan.

It was not long after this that the Queen of Scelt saw fit to answer brutality of Sheane rebellion and aggression, with even greater brutality, and cursed their name in its conclusion. And in that peace, he knew he could not long hide here in Aberly. There were still those who believed in the cause of the Sheane murders, and more, he knew that if he had any chance of honoring his sister, he must become the man the Darkness wanted him to be - even if it terrified him. Morgan chose to remain, but not for too long: just long enough for his sister to come of age enough to find her Descent.

Brigid descended to the Red, and Morgan stayed for three days, as she accustomed to her new being, providing her counsel and love, before he turned his eyes towards the capital, and strode upon a boat, his strong legs settling well on its deck to await the future he would find, seeking Lady O'Kerry and her Hourglass Coven, praying they could teach him and shape him, and help him control this appetite and wickedness that rested deep in his soul, and perhaps give him the tools needed to in turn guide his sister to the same.

Show Us What You've Got

Character in Play:
They only had a wooden box to represent her, about her length and width, filled with all manner of things to represent her, and some of the ash left behind from the burning; there were two others who were bundled and carried as well. Three slain in the mob's fury before they could be stopped. Those who were stopped most brutally were not part of these funerary proceedings. He was old enough and strong enough to aid in carrying the feet of the box that held what remained in this world of his sister. "Oh!" he cried, with the others, in horror, anger and mourning. Again, again, and again he raised that cry. "Agh!" he would echo in its pain and rage, voice growing louder with each instance, again, and again issued loudly until it was almost a howl of mourning. The village came forth as the procession marched through. Beggars, nobles, blood, landen, all began to join the throng as it passed through the stone and dirt that was Aberly's streets and roads. Many did not know for whom they howled and they cried, and some whispered its question to their brethren as they marched alongside, asking for whom they cried.

But they all cried, still. For these noble and damned souls, as they proceeded to the hill in which laid the cairn that had been well and wholly carved for those who's lives had been laid down in the night before today's dreary, weather-beaten morn that saw the abandonment of work and lives to honor the dead who were walked through its streets. Driven to the stone tombs, the Darkness was supplicated, begged for forgiveness and for guidance, as the bodies were prepared for their internment. People questioned the dead, demanding of them answers they would never give, their families unable to speak on their behalf by its custom. "Why did you die?" they asked, "Were your actions just?" they demanded, "Were you chaste?" some dared, but all any were given was silence. "Will there be blood?" they asked, and of all these questions, Morgan wished to scream his answer, yearned to give them the satisfaction of knowing the family's response. "Will you be remembered?" they worried, and he would do all he could to allay such concerns.

Rites followed, and he watched as Priestesses urged from the sky and the shadows and the storm for their blessings on those being entombed that they all be welcomed with ease into the forever beyond, be accepted into one with the Darkness as they passed from this world, let their business be done, let their Damning be complete if any debts of their soul be left unrepaid. They wailed in pain and agony, the town in its whole seemed gathered to cry itself dry in agony at its children and community being so ripped asunder. This was a particular tragedy, most of those left dead being taken by sea or by age, and it was sung with the pain of when the town lost an entire ship of its men and women to the rages of the storm: a wound was seemed cut into the heart of the village, and its people cried in agony.

But in time, tears were cried out, and rains swept within. The town scattered, returning to the lives they'd known, while those close to those who were taken gathered in halls to celebrate the lives and bravery of those who were gone: but in Morgan, he could not bring himself to find such joy, knowing only one truth: he and Brigid nearly died, and Deirdre laid down her life, because of his existence here. He was thought anathema, and he was as much a threat to them as any other scourge. It was in this ill mood, this rain that never left him even as he stepped out of it and into the warmth of the hall, that he decided that he could no longer play at the game he had been so toying his whole life: that for good or ill, he must soon find his way free of this village, and leave it to its peace, and seek out the seat of Wexol or perhaps the seat of Scelt itself and learn what he is and what he must be, and abandon his family for fear of losing more to his defense.

That day was the last day, he decided, that a Clery would be forced to lay down their life for his. He would sooner die than see that happen; he would sooner become a true monster and purge all enemies than see it happen one more time.

He would be all he could be, no matter how kind, nor how terrible, that future was.

Petitions (if any): 
Caste Requesting : Black Widow / Prince
Reasons For Requesting these Castes:
  • Well, first, I was challenged to play something 'different'. I have a habit of sticking closely to the prescribed world view in most games, playing the bread and the butter. I would like very much to explore the dichotomy of a 'different' male for once, and there seemed no better place for it than in one of the most anti-Black Widow places on the board, since I absolutely live for internal and external conflict.
  • I was asked to help fill out Scelt by Jamie and I was asked to help fill out the Hourglass Coven there by Petrichor, and frankly, I'm just garbo at playing women. So I decided to try for a compromise and attempt a Male Black Widow. Ultimately, in the doing, I planned to be Widow / Warlord to at least minimize the Special Snowflakeness, but while writing the character, it became obvious to me that he fell clearly into the political, analytical, capable efficiency of Prince far too perfectly and I could not justify him as a Warlord any longer.
  • If I play a dual or something weird caste, I want Widow- it's the one I've liked since the books with its mystery, betrayal and death motifs, and also hated since the books for the way the Black Widow Warlord Princes strutted omnipotently with their power. I want to tell a different story of a Black Widow male than those templates.
  • This character, if removed from the dual caste, would shatter. His primary motivations come from grappling with the truth of what he is, and the reluctant acceptance of it. More, the duality he struggles with is reflected in him as a man born to a Caste he had to hide or apologize for as desperately as he could his entire life, trying desperately to represent himself as 'Prince' would come up so very short if he didn't have to then whisper 'Black Widow'. The Black Widow caste is not merely tacked on for additional benefit, but the defining role of his life and soul at least as much as the Prince caste is that he wants so badly to hide behind.
  • I like playing creepy people.

Plans for this Character:
I plan to introduce this character as coming to Tuathal and embracing a far more metropolitan experience than the fishing village he was raised in, which will be a nice change of pace for the isolated childhood he had previously known.

Once there, he will be intended to join Molly O'Kerry's Hourglass Coven, where he will work-study his way into becoming a proper Black Widow, since his education prior has proved so lackluster considering the state of Scelt's Black Widow tutor availability in Denford, especially in his fishing town of Aberly.

I also am excited to see whether the experiences in Tuathal will drive him further towards the villainy expected of him, or see it tempered and brought to heel, and also which he ends up preferring.

Other Petitions you’ve made here: Re-activation only, for Akan Uzumati (sort of: he was kind of adopted-back to me?), Endevar Ranosi, Saif Nassor (still pending Dany/Dani and proper Review once they've said they liked his history and plans) and Travis Desmarais.

Player Name: Bowie

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Re: Morgan Clery
« Reply #1 on: Apr 08, 17, 03:26:21 AM »
General BR/Descent roll please.

Thanks!

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Re: Morgan Clery
« Reply #2 on: Apr 08, 17, 07:59:32 AM »
"Always good to see another Clery about."


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Re: Morgan Clery
« Reply #3 on: Apr 08, 17, 08:48:20 AM »
Your General Random, as requested...

Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with a cut Yellow Birthright Jewel, and were gifted with an uncut Rose Jewel at your Offering.

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Congratulations!
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Re: Morgan Clery
« Reply #4 on: Apr 10, 17, 08:52:13 AM »
Five family rolls too, perchance?

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Re: Morgan Clery
« Reply #5 on: Apr 10, 17, 09:46:03 AM »
As you wish...

1. Yellow - Rose
2. Yellow - Summer Sky
3. Opal - Red
4. Rose - Opal
5. Tiger Eye - Summer Sky
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Re: Morgan Clery
« Reply #6 on: Apr 10, 17, 10:15:18 AM »
Danke schoen.

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Re: Morgan Clery
« Reply #7 on: Apr 10, 17, 12:16:32 PM »
Ready for Review, pending Gavin's A-OK of my use of family.

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Re: Morgan Clery
« Reply #8 on: Apr 10, 17, 12:37:42 PM »
Clan Clery mentions are good with me.

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Re: Morgan Clery
« Reply #9 on: Apr 19, 17, 08:22:23 AM »
Well, Ready for Review!

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Re: Morgan Clery
« Reply #10 on: May 26, 17, 10:39:33 AM »

This application has been reviewed!

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Re: Morgan Clery
« Reply #11 on: May 26, 17, 10:58:18 AM »
Round two!

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Re: Morgan Clery
« Reply #12 on: May 26, 17, 11:21:28 AM »

But not yet accepted.. as a dual caste male Petition you require a 2nd approval.










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Re: Morgan Clery
« Reply #13 on: May 26, 17, 12:31:14 PM »
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Re: Morgan Clery
« Reply #14 on: Nov 02, 18, 03:11:51 PM »
This character has been marked as Inactive

If you would like to reactivate this character they will need to be submitted through the Keep's Registry again as a petitioned character using the Reactivation Petition.
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