The Morrígan

Regan Macguire
Phantom Queen
Great Queen

Female

Bisexual - prefers women

Single

Celtic

Military. She works in the Air Force as a Colonel.

Somehow, through time, the Morrígan’s appearance has been convoluted in legends as that of an old hag. Conversely, when the Morrígan was in the prime of her worship, she was noted for her beauty and luminescence. Her curly locks were as black as the darkest time of night with stark pink-white belladonna intertwined with strands. The ebony tresses swing around her breasts, seemingly silky and thick. She possesses no bangs and has a middle part, her hair falls like curtains on either side of her central face. Around her main head is a silver circlet with the chains embedded with tiny rubies that shimmer in the light, in the middle of her forehead is an oval, smooth blood diamond the size of a thumb with curling silver metal stemming away from the ruby. The silver designs are attached to a second chain that hangs down to the start of the bridge of her nose, decorated heavily with small rubies and diamonds. On both sides of the blood diamond are ruby-encrusted silver crows that face away, and are attached to the chain that swoops around her head and meets in the back. To add to her ethereal beauty, the Morrígan has pale skin that seems to shimmer in the moonlight and it stretches over a narrow, oval face with a sharp jaw and flat chin. Her nose is straight and long and her lips are downturned with rich ridges and a pointed cupid’s bow. Her round eyes are black and dull and seem to radiate an apathy that put off others.

However, the weirdest part of her appearance is undoubtedly the two extra heads that are placed to form a triangular form between the three. The head on the left has black feathers of a crow donning her cheeks and forehead as well as completely black eyes and black tinted lips. The head on the right was akin to a dog with large brown eyes and a black tinted nose and lips, as well as elongated canine teeth and a harsh, prominent brow. No jewelry is placed on these two heads and they do not talk, but are noted to see everything.

The Morrígan wears a beautiful black sheath dress that fits closely to the curves of her body, but has a straight skirt with a lack of a waist. The dress is ankle length and a weird, comfortable-appearing fabric, and has a low back that shows the beginning outward curve of her spine. However, the most important part of her dress is the schiffli lace overlay, with embroidered, floppy flowers; the overlay has a high-collar that ends at the top of her neck. It is floor length, with a court train that extends far behind her, and the schiffli lace covers her exposed back as well. Over her dress, the Morrígan wears a black feather shawl that ends at the tops of her shoulders. To secure the mantle, a silver chair clasps each end together over her chest. She carries a spear in her hand usually as well as a small ax.

As a 5’6” human, the Morrígan had her hair parted to the right and the left side to her ear was shaved (not a complete full shave, though), with only a little bit of stubble left. However, she tends to hide it sometimes by combing her hair to that side. Instead of the silken and sleekness of her godly tresses, the Morrígan’s hair is seen as unkempt with a slight amount of grease and tangles. Long side-swept bangs have been added, curving around her temple and rejoining her hair and what was once ebony is now a blonde color. She has a diamond-shaped head with a strong jaw and a slightly-pointed chin. Her eyes are small and a light blue color and a dabble of brown by the pupil. They are almond shaped and shrewd-looking, giving her a sly appearance like a fox or a snake. Her nose is pert and pointed, but her nostrils are rather wide, making her nose look slightly disproportionate to the rest of her face. The Morrígan has thin, twisted lips, with the right side higher up than the left, and her cupid’s bow is narrow and undefined. While she is still pale compared to others, she is certainly more tan than she was before with a light pink-peach coloration that makes her look awkward when wearing yellow or other light colors. Her skin has been inked with tattoos, as well: on her left arm is an electric eel twisting around until the head ends at her shoulder, snarling; on her right shoulder is a rabid dog, frothing at the mouth; on her right thigh is a crow perched on a branch and a skull clasped in its talons; a large willow tree starts at the bottom of her back and leans towards the left, following the outline of the edge of her back, before the trunk stops at the top of her back and the branches begin to expand towards the right of her body; a bed of belladonna, skulls, and rubies start at the top of her hip on her side and extend down to the outside of her left thigh. When in military uniform, the Morrígan makes sure to conceal her tattoos as per protocol with long sleeves or her uniform.

The Morrígan prefers a boho-grunge look, liking to wear jean shorts with leggings or tights with heeled boots. She likes her shirts baggy and her jackets baggier. Sometimes she will wear a beanie, but not always. However, when alone, she will often walk around in her undergarments with a baggy shirt. The Morrígan hates wearing too much clothes and as such will wear as little as she can get away with. She doesn’t like to wear too much jewelry or makeup, preferring only eye makeup and a bracelet or ring here and there. Despite her lack of jewelry, she loves hats of all sorts and has a collection of them in her closet.

When she was a goddess, the Morrígan was often seen as a dark deity and someone to avoid. However, she showed prowess and loyalty on the battlefield as well as a harbinger for those she took pity on and warned them of their deaths. She was graceful and cold, like marble, but protective of her people, like a mother. The brunette had a strong maternal instinct and a hot-temper, but she was impulsive and quick to jump in front of the line of fire for even the lowliest human. Despite them not having the utmost faith in her, the Morrígan always placed her confidence in humanity. The Morrígan was a bit of a martyr as well, seeing sacrifice - especially her sacrifice - necessary for the greater good.

As a human, the Morrígan is a stark contrast to her goddess counterpart. Without the ability to protect those she cared for, the Morrígan became powerless and weak much like the humans she tried to shield. Not only that, but the carnage she experienced as a goddess carried over, but now she didn't have the psyche of a war deity to protect herself against the memories. As such, the Morrígan suffers from PTSD and can have flash backs when seeing violence; despite her being mentally unfit to serve, the Morrígan still insists in being in the military as it is all she knows. In order to cope with the violent things she had done and seen, the Morrígan became hedonistic and lost her self-control when it came to denying herself pleasure to drown out the bad. The Morrígan has especially taken to alcohol, accumulating quite the addiction, and an unhealthy obsession with nature noises when going to sleep. Her experience as being weak as a human has left her cynical and callous, no longer caring about the affairs of humans or the deaths of others - the only reason she still protects people is because she wants to cling to the last bit of normalcy from her last life. The Morrígan has adopted a nihilistic view on life, though she doesn't actively participate in the beliefs, she agrees that morals and such are just man-made lies, unnecessary to dwell on. She has come to believe that violence and inherit evilness is a part of human nature. When talking to others, she's crass and sarcastic, wielding words of acid, and thus comes off as uncharismatic and uncouth. She is also noted to be selfish and uncaring of others' problems. The Morrígan is able to turn on the manipulation when she needs to, and displays a cunning nature that allows her to lie and control through her teeth in order to meet her ends. In the face of hard times, the Morrígan is able to retain an objective point of view and stop emotions from clouding her judgement; however, she rarely even attempts to be objective or even attempt to fix problems.

The Morrígan is not without her good points. Despite her acerbic personality, she is rather playful and possesses a humor. She's self-indulgent and hates being serious, rather laughing and playing video games than try to stop the big bad guy. There is little that the Morrígan fears and she will face anything valiantly if needs be; in her life, she is loyal to those who are loyal to her and have earned her trust.

Nemain: The Morrígan's older sister who loves the frenzy of war; they were close when they were deities, but after the Morrígan fell off the wagon, Nemain and her have been on bad terms

Macha: The Morrígan's younger sister who disappeared after the pantheon fell.

Badb Catha: The Morrígan's pet crow; Badb Catha is very intelligent and can even speak a few words herself; she is used partly as a delivery system as well; The Morrígan is very attached to Badb Catha and would probably kill someone if they harmed a feather on her

War was the only thing the Morrígan knew, as a goddess and a human. During her golden years, if she perceived the slightest threat on her worshipers or her people, she would rush head first into battle, forcing the enemy’s hand. This gathered her a bad reputation among her people as a warmonger and an evil deity – they had even fashioned an evil sorceress named Morgan Le Fey after her. It hurt her to know that they hated her, but the Morrígan believed it was her duty to her people to accept the burden of their hatred in order to protect them.

During these years of hers, the Morrígan had committed atrocious acts as well as witness them; but as a goddess, she was able to rationalize and store the information as simple bad memories – not dealing with it eventually led to her having lasting PTSD as a human. Even though the Morrígan understood the horrible things she did and didn’t want to do them anymore, she initially refused to give up her godly powers as she saw them her only purpose in life. However, her sister, Nemain, eventually convinced her to give it up.

Now a human and dealing with PTSD, the Morrígan turned to alcoholism and the military in order to cope with her new life. Several times she had been to rehab in the past years – and she remembers hitting someone with her car once and then driving away, but the memory is hazy – as well as therapy because of her emotional outbursts. But instead of dealing with it, the Morrígan forced herself to lock her memories in an emotionless part of her and numb her mind with more booze.

The Morrígan, now under the name Regan, lived a small, unassuming life – first in Ireland and then relocated to the United States where she ended up being a Colonel in the Air Force. She didn’t bother with romance, though she did engage in one night stands here and there, and she made a couple of friends at work, though they weren’t particularly close or anything. Mostly her life has been sleeping in her apartment in her underwear with a beer case next to her.

As a goddess, the Morrígan saw humans as something precious to protect, a purpose for the wars in which she created, a purpose for her.

As a human, her value of humans has dropped drastically. She sees them as inherently evil creatures that were born to kill and destroy. Though, she doesn't think highly of herself, either. She believes it is in human nature to take and destroy.

Thor and Utgarda-Loki

As a human, the Morrígan still retains knowledge on militant strategy and prowess in combat. However, she has since learned how to use a gun and several martial arts. But, most importantly, the Morrígan has picked up several calming hobbies: bonsai tree cutting, art collecting, calligraphy, chess, and flower arranging. She's also quite good at mixing drinks.

As a goddess of war, the Morrígan was able to instill people with fear or bravery when she saw fit, and this ability has begun to return to her.

However, abilities that she has no regained is her ability to shape shift nor her ability to see the future, control others' dreams, or act as a harbinger of death.