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[sub][color=fadadd]"Yeah, I-I... I can help out, it's fine."[/color][/sub]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1ZYRfK2v3E&ab_channel=CageTheElephantVEVO]1. ♫[/url] [color=fadadd][b]|[/b][/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8J7Tb4cEbHQ&ab_channel=TheGoodVibe]2. ♫[/url] [color=fadadd][b]|[/b][/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9IPQamEzyc&ab_channel=HDSounDI]3. ♫[/url]

[color=fadadd][b]Name:[/b][/color] 
Morgan Reine

[color=fadadd][b]Alias:[/b][/color] 
Memento

[color=fadadd][b]Nickname(s):[/b][/color] 
Prefers being called 'Morie' 
Specifically dislikes being called 'Morg'

[color=fadadd][b]Age:[/b][/color] 
16

[color=fadadd][b]Gender:[/b][/color] 
Female[/center]
[hr][color=fadadd][b][APPEARANCE][/b][/color]
	Morie's 167cm frame is most commonly hidden beneath hoodies, jackets, skirts, leggings, and boat shoes or sneakers, leading to her giving off a sense of effortless beauty--though she very much puts effort into her looks. A beauty mark sits beneath her left eye, and she is rarely seen without hairpins keeping her bangs organized. She usually ties her hair back in a small ponytail when doing anything physical. 

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[color=fadadd][b][PERSONALITY][/b][/color]
	Morie can give off an unapproachable aura, often looking annoyed or tired. This shell, though, is very easy to get past. The slightest bit of kindness--even sometimes a simple compliment--can quickly melt away her icy demeanor. Despite her best efforts to be aloof, Morie is shockingly clingy and soft-hearted. Though she often has difficulty communicating with words, her expressions and actions do more than enough to show her true nature as a caring ally and friend. Morie is one to nearly never pin blame on another, always being the first to apologize. A tendency to overanalyze little things can often control her, and that is especially true when something goes wrong--she will immediately look inward and pick apart every mistake she believes herself to have made, which can quickly sour her mood. Just as quickly, though, kind words can pick her back up--she becomes attached to people easily, even before she realizes it herself.
	The girl is very quick to sacrifice for the sake of others, finding happiness in doing so through the happiness of those she aids. This trait, along with her general disposition, makes her a very easy soul to manipulate and take advantage of. Morie has recognized this 'doormat' aspect of herself, and it is one of the reasons she tries--and fails--to be distant. Realizing she's been used is a crushing feeling to the girl, not helped by the fact that she can hardly even think to say 'no' without feeling herself panic. The thought of upsetting others, often even if they've upset her, paralyzes her. In short: as much as she desires to be close to others, she's scared to be.
	When she speaks, she is rather slow and deliberate, needing to be focused on being clear with what she means and avoid stammering.
	Notably, Morie excels under pressure. The high of adrenaline coursing through her makes her feel strong, the fear of failing something she deems to be important to her focuses her mind. She can come off as a different person when the chips are down--a person she personally likes better, leading to her being a bit of an adrenaline junkie. Being a hero is a pretty good way to get her fix.

[color=fadadd][b][BACKSTORY][/b][/color]
	Morie's earliest memories pertain to the teasing she endured due to her stutter. She's told she was a loud and outgoing child in her earliest years, but that her free spirit had been dampened by the treatment from her peers--easy enough to believe, considering her natural inclination to being friendly with others that she stifles to protect herself.
	She livened up around the age of six when finding herself the older sister of a pair of fraternal twins, taking to the role with joy. Due to complications with the twins' birth, they were both frail and prone to illnesses, which made life difficult for the family. Morie did all she could to help, taking an interest in medicine and self-teaching herself anything that she thought might be helpful in caring for the twins. She spent much of her free time watching over them, and just generally trying to be the best big sister she could be.
	As she aged into her tween years, she worked on her stuttering and kept mostly to herself and her family. Though with few friends, she was happy with her life, any loneliness kept at bay by her siblings. 
	Things got harder as the twins' condition worsened. They became sick more often and for longer. What little Morie knew was not nearly enough to help them as much as she needed to, feeling more and more like all she could do was offer them small moments of happiness with the time they spent together, and watch them suffer. As time went on, it became clear what their ultimate fate would be, and Morie's parents spoke with her often about the situation to try to help the girl understand and mentally prepare--as if such was possible, when her life had revolved around her little brother and sister.
	The uncaring inevitable came to pass, first taking Morie's six-year-old sister. Morie thought she understood that there had been nothing she could do... and for a short while she was able to pretend she believed that--kept a straight face for her brother while he was still here, acted the part of the strong, reliable, loving older sister as well as she could manage. When time came to take him away too, though, the cracked glass shattered.
	It wasn't her fault, but that didn't stop her from looking back on everything--analyzing every moment she had spent. She wished she had learnt more to help, wished she had spent more time with them in general, wished she had been not just a [i]good[/i] sister, but a perfect one. She wished she had given them more happiness in their short lives. She would've given her everything for them to have been healthy, but she hadn't done enough. It didn't matter if she had been capable of that or not--she hadn't done enough.
	So caught in the web of her own mind, Morie began to feel like she was failing her parents as well, thinking she was unable to help them grieve and comfort them in her state, though she made efforts to. It added to the crushing weight on her that she was powerless to budge despite her desperation to escape. 
	The only relief Morie found was in a longtime family friend who had met her father in college, a man named Henry. He was a psychologist who was good at what he did, which Morie found out first-hand as he spent more and more time with the family during their hardships. He was able to slow the spiraling, negative thoughts Morie drowned in, and she found herself hoping he was able to help her parents in a similar manner, where she could not.
	It turned out he couldn't. Morie was spared seeing any evidence of the event, but she was whisked away from school one day, and by the end of it she had learnt her parents were dead, a murder-suicide.
	It was sudden--and unbelievable to Morie--but the more she listened, the more she was convinced by others that the explanation that her father had finally snapped from losing two of his children was reasonable. At least, as reasonable as anything could sound in her upturned world. The guilt of failing her siblings came back anew, Morie wishing she had been able to pull herself out of her own sadness enough to help her parents.
	Morie was the last of her family, because she was selfish and weak and always preoccupied with herself. Guilt and self-loathing gripped her. She saw no way to shut down her hostile mind, save for her death--
	The family friend, Henry. A familiar face, willing to talk to her. As before, he helped. Not entirely. Not perfectly. But talking to him somehow helped, when nothing anyone else said could even register in Morie's mind. He adopted her, and helped her begin to recover. Slowly, ever so painfully slowly, Morie began to come to grips with her reality.

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	Morie kept herself pointedly distant from her new foster family, but they treated her well, and kept her from fully shutting out the world, instead encouraging her natural inclinations to help others.
	More than a little lost, but knowing she couldn't let herself stop for fear of giving up, the now fourteen-year-old Morie focused her attention on her newfound powers. As she explored them, she reached out and met other powered individuals, being pulled into some minor crime to fit in with the crowd. Quickly though, she found herself feeling unappreciated and only wanted for her ability to heal wounds. On top of that, despite all that happened, even minor crime made Morie feel terribly guilty. She had spent much of her life striving to be a role model for her siblings, and only found herself wishing she could have been even better for them after they were gone--at her core, she was [i]not[/i] a villain.
	That group of petty-crime doers split, a couple along with Morie looking instead to do good with some extra recruits. This group went on for longer, and Morie felt like she fit in more, but eventually things fell through again. Made to feel unimportant, unliked, whatever. It was a group of young teens. Not much more could be expected.
	Tired of the unorganized and ineffective ragtag teams, Morie reached out to the PRT, wondering if someone her age could help against villains in at least some official capacity.
	It turned out there was an opportunity for more than she could have hoped for: The Wards.
	The whole thing was not a hard sell to the girl. Soon enough, Morie was packing her things, saying goodbye to her foster family to move to Redline, Maine. Fashionista offered to house the girl, at least for the time being, which Morie accepted after a brief show of hesitance--the woman made it difficult to be guarded around her, which was a trait that quickly began to work on endearing her to Morie despite any appearances the teen put up.

[hr][color=fadadd][b][POWERS][/b][/color]
[color=fadadd][b]Current Designation:[/b][/color] Striker 6 (Brute 4), Master?

[color=fadadd][i]Extra Copies:[/i][/color] 
	Morie can create lifeless exact replicas of herself. There doesn't seem to be a hard limit to how many she can create, but each one takes about two weeks to complete while Morie goes about her day-to-day life. She can speed up the process by focusing on the task, capable of creating a copy in about 12 hours at her fastest, though this drains her energy quickly and makes her ravenously hungry. A small amount of her power is also required to keep copies from natural bodily decay, meaning too many in storage will also keep her permanently tired.
	Morie can instantly transfer her consciousness to any one of these copies to control them, but can only control a single one at any given moment, the body she comes from becoming a lifeless copy. So far, she's made a point to keep track of her original body and always return to it, but in theory she could lose that body and be mostly unaffected due to these being [i]exact[/i] copies (at time of creation).
	When a copy dies, Morie's consciousness is sent back to the last living body she controlled.

[color=fadadd][i]Biological Assimilation:[/i][/color] 
	Morie can absorb biological matter she comes into physical contact with and make it wholly part of her own body. This includes wounds and illnesses, taking on the injury and the bacteria/viruses herself, healing her target in exchange.
	Similar to her other power, this is a slow-to-use ability that shines with prep time. Given a few hours, she can fully absorb another human body (one of her copies always, up until now), using and storing the matter to heal herself and become twice as strong, fast, and durable. The more matter she assimilates, the more these factors increase, with no known limit yet. Due to needing to make physical contact with the matter, this isn't something she can do passively, unlike her copy creation.

	Generally, she stores a few copies that have absorbed around 10 other copies of herself, making those bodies 10x as strong as her baseline human self. One copy she continues to feed, seeing if she can reach a limit to her power, though progress is slow due to both the time needed per copy, and due to the fact that she often uses those copies to cure others of their injuries and ailments. This 'Super Morie' body is currently at fifty-three copy assimilations.

[color=fadadd][b][SKILLS][/b][/color]
- Relatively athletic for her age and size, due to training for the past couple of years.
- Basic hand-to-hand combat knowledge, basic training with weapons.
- Is musically inclined. Shy about it, but has a nice singing voice and enjoys learning and practicing various instruments during her rare free time. Prone to humming quietly to herself, and tapping her feet or fingers to a tune only she can hear.
- Driven. Having Morie by one's side is having a steadfast ally that one can rely on. She might not be a particularly fast learner, but she's a dedicated one.
- Not so much a skill rather than a side-effect of her powers, but Morie exhibits very little fear in regards to dangers to herself. She still experiences fear, and physical pain is never a pleasant experience, but it's easy enough for her to talk herself past any trepidation. This can lead to her being a surprisingly vicious and ruthless adversary--after all, trading an eye for an eye is nearly always favoured for Morie. As an aside, she still very much experiences acute fear for the safety of others.

[color=fadadd][b][OTHER][/b][/color]
- Morie has something of a morbid fascination with death (and pain, to a lesser extent), due to her history and powers. She's already experienced dying herself multiple times--which isn't something most people can say--while at the same time does not have to fear permanent death even in terrifyingly dangerous situations.
- [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niAEIoKdBu0&ab_channel=azc0na]4. ♫[/url] [color=fadadd][b]|[/b][/color] [url=https://soundcloud.com/sewerperson/march-of-the-undead-jabarionthebeat-x-vvs]5. ♫[/url][hr]
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