[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/0BFkPfU.png[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Camelot 
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan raised a bit of an eyebrow, hearing the pride in someone's voice as they claimed Robin Hood as their parent. It felt incredibly weird to her. They hadn't done anything to "win" or "lose" at. They didn't know their parents. The connection they had to them was essentially purely genetics and as an educated professional, Megan knew that skills couldn't be inherited. There was no reason as far as she was concerned to be proud of who one's parent turned out to be in this scenario. Why define oneself based on someone you had never met? Why not have pride based on your own strengths? 

	And then someone else was apparently not impressed with the woods they had been transported to? Megan was having less and less patience with these people. They had fought against Maleficent and teleported to a world that they had no idea existed when the day had begun. And that wasn't enough? They wanted more? She shook her head slightly, wondering if the most intelligent person among them was her brother - a truly scary thought. [color=silver]"Not really... I've always wondered about my parents, but it'll mostly just be nice to know my family medical history. I'd like to be prepared if we have a history of schizophrenia. I think I'd be a good madwoman regardless, however... But as much as I am curious about them, they ultimately don't mean much. I'm glad that I exist, but they're strangers. My real family's right here, annoyingly without any idea on how to use a gun."[/color]

	She picked through the bag of clothing, pulling out a silver tunic and some trousers, as well as a sturdy pair of boots. She wasn't really into wearing dresses - besides, dresses weren't practical anyways. She found a tree that no one had claimed and she changed behind it, leaving her hair down.