Venom

Horrortale

I made my opening kinda loose, so we can get the ball rolling kinda thing. If I messed something up lemme know. Ill rewrite.

Horrortale

"No."

A stern voice came from the throat of Mr.Henderson. "I understand who your father is, but we don't have enough space for our students let alone another adult. If anything you may drive along with us." Morrigan was attempting to use her iListen to drown out another pointless comparison of power between her bodyguard and her teacher, a man whom seems to enjoy the little bit of authority he could muster...Since the class clearly is out of his control.

That went on for almost 10 minutes before the girl finally sighs, "Geoffrey, leave him be. It's a field trip that a majority of the school is attending. Just observe from a afar, you do know that you are making insinuations about my immaturity at this moment, yes?" Morrigan gaze locked on the sun-glass covered eyes of Geoffrey, a bead of sweat formed on his head. "N-no mam....As you wish mam." With that the man did an about face and left her there. Grumbling about how she should be in a private school, or at least one with fences.

A short time later she found herself in a mixed bag of children of all ages, and the noise, horrendous. Even her music couldn't drown out the escalating volume of the children trying to speak over one another. Not to mention one of the young ones was flat out crying towards the back. Morrigan popped her neck, and questions if this was Henderson's punishment for her bodyguard once again overstepping his bounds. A confusing concept of if it was fair troubled her, but its clear she holds sway over the man, so she could have ended that sooner if she would have just put her foot down....But was it right to try and prevent him from trying?

"Oh look its the darkstar!"

A younger student among its peers with a rather mischievous grin on its face. While it was a weird insult, it acknowledged her accomplishments none the less. Morrigan forced a smile at the likely 10 to 11 year old boy. "May I assist you?" He paused a moment off put by her less than fun reaction, but it didn't deter him....Nor did the white wires leading to her ears..."Is it true your daddy is in prison?" Her thoughts sigh almost in sync with the one she lets slip. "Yes I am the daughter of Drack Youla Doom." A bit of pride can be heard, but not enough to where she could be misconstrued for arrogance. The child continued its attempts to insult the girl. "Well I heard hes never getting out." Morrigan responded with quick precision. "True, 80 years while short considering his crimes, is far to long for him to ever hope of seeing me or my mother without a glass panel between us. Honestly it was fortunate that he was so willing to admit to his crimes, they may have prevented us from ever seeing him. A small blessing if you ask me." The grin while forced was enough to weird the child out...He and his little crew looked alarmed enough as they made their way further onto the bus.
Mr.Connors must have drawn the short straw she thought. The music finally began to overtake the noise as she closed her eyes and let her irritation pass.

For the Glory of The Empire

Everyone gets a post before the next round right?

Horrortale

Name - Morrigan Doom
Soul Type - Justice

Age - 13
Gender - Female

Appearance - Her cold expressions and piercing eyes leave even the adults in her life feeling judged. While not the tallest of girls shes still taller than most boys her age. Her hair is fairly unruly but much like her uniform, she has more important things to dwell on. Another thing to note is her rather athletic build, well as built as a girl can get at 13.

Personality - Two things come to mind when you ask about her personality, Cruel yet fair. She has no need for tact and does nor does she enjoy pointless pleasantries. Say what you gotta but only what you hafta'. Her number of friends are few but devoted to her, as she has likely stood up for them, and traded blows for the sake of them. Though she has lost a few over her inability to simply take their side, always determined to know the entire story.

History - The daughter of an incarcerated father and a religious mother her home life has not been the best, but they get by. Her father admits to his crime while her mother acts like everything in life is the mans fault. Her mother insist that everything is in Gods hand, no one can do anything outside of his plan. Obviously this has driven her to make certain to show them God works threw people, or karma, or whatever folks believe in...Personally she thinks religion is for the old.
As she has gotten older she has taken a liking to the sciences and sports, particularly track and field. Her 'rep' is the strange sporty nerd. While she is a star, its more like shes a volcano, because shes bright and everyone seems to avoid her. Not that shes minded its made school easy, and she can focus on...Not being bothered.

Extras - Quiet unless she gets irritated.

Horrortale

Ill have a character up before the end of Tuesday, does that match everyone's time table?

Horrortale

This is ust the best....at least the letter isn't used in much....aside from a password or four. esus....

Horrortale

Venom also checking in. If no one calls it, I would like to do Ustice (Keyboard is broke, I lost my k""L key...I ust figured it out.

Horrortale

I'll take whatever soul is left up, Simply so its easier for anyone to join up with the character of their choice.

Horrortale

Yo I like what I see, Keep me posted friend.

For the Glory of The Empire

The group must have finally started moving, as one of them had caught up to him. A small one, well smaller one. Most seem small to it, but this one reminded him of a small deer. Does it startle the same? No matter, it has asked it a question, a simple but loaded question. The girl knew not the weight of the question, but now was not the time for metaphorical questions of identity.

"The Warden."

Rather than await her response, it opted to levitate a bit higher off the ground. Almost the height of a horse. For a moment it seemed to slow its pace, as arc of electricity began to run along the nearby structures, winds began to seem to push away from the suit.

"Faster"