Morgan Lee Shaw

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The Roleplayer

Name/Alias: Hanna Rene` Beth
Age: Fifteen
Location: United States of America!
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The Character

Name: Morgan Lee Shaw
Nicknames (if any): Mo.
Age & Year: Fourteen
Blood: Pureblood
Wand: Hawthorne. Yes, I know. I'm not quite rich, per say.

Personality: Morgan is a happy go lucky person. When the tough gets going, she sees the good in everything. If something goes wrong you'll count on her saying something like along the lines of looking for the silver lining on the grey cloud. She is hyper most of the time, always running around and eating, her figure always staying the same. Despite her happy go lucky and hyper side, she am quite temperamental. Morgan's temper is all over the place, some days it takes so little to annoy her, other days it takes a lot to annoy her. She can get pretty angry and then she can get pretty violent.

Ok, so that's two sides of her. She's pretty much just this random ball of personality. Morgan has so many different traits and to be honest they all make her, her. She means she can be a complete and total jerk. Yeah, she's an arsehole , whatever you want to call her. Morgan already know she is. She loves herself. No body is better than herself, except her friends naturally. She's extremely arrogant. It's probably because you know she's a rich snobby girl. She can be pretty arrogant that way. But we're loved for it! She's narcissistic. And extremely vengeful. In other words she love revenge. Morgan can't help it. It's just something I'm like.

But aside from all that she is a lover. You know, one of those sweet romantic girls. She'd have to produce something romantic if she was going on a date with another person. Hmmm... that's something else about her. She's bisexual. Which helps ever so much more! When you meet her you realise suddenly she's a wierd-o. Ah, Morgan couldn't be happier if she wasn't being myself. She's one of those people that well can never show the emotion of being depressed around people. She feels as though if she is depressed she has to put a happy face on. Morgan just feels better always portraying happiness and being strong for her friends who aren't. She knows, she's going to snap one day, but hey, when that day happens Morgan will just go back to normal until the next time she snaps.

She really couldn't explain her self. She's loud. She's not the shy type. Everyone knows the type who blush and fluster when people go to talk to them, but why do that? Life is so short, she thinks. So be the loudest, most obnoxious son of a bitch you can be. Then you'll get noticed and actually be something. Not just remebered [{Or even not remebered}] as the shy little boy in class. Be heard and speak up. It get's her places.

Morgan is very protective of those around her. The worst thing is, she loves to start fights. Just because. She likes to win, I guess. She usually dosen't, but she thinks she gives a hell of a fight. Even if her point is wrong, like it is ninety-nine percent of the whole time, she'll still try to sound smart. Which is in vain, if I might add.



Appearance:
Of, course, being a Shaw, Morgan has a snow white and crisp skin tone. Much like her twin sister, Kasey, she has wide green eyes that seem to shimmer. Though, she has a huge birthmark located on the back of her neck which is rather noticeable. She tries to cover it up by coloring her hair with highlights of crazy blues, deep purples, and bright pastels, but nothing seems to work. Freckles, hardly noticeable except three on her nose, dot and outline her face.

I have a sliver of silver of a piercing on my nose and I lvoe when in light how it glitters. And I adore my ear pieces. I just lvoe being original, i guess.

History:History:You're a mistake." Those three words. Everyone's heard them, from someone. And it hurts to hear those words when they are said. They seem to shoot right through you, but somehow even when you know that those words stick in the back of your head you can find a way to pass them by. Kind of like when you get shot, at first the pain is unbearable, and then as time passes all you feel is the numbness of the shot wound. This feeling is something that I feel everyday. Who am I you ask? Well, that's simple. I'm Lacey Anne Maines. Just another one of those little merlins that were never meant to walk this earth, but yet we still find our way into it. You think that's deep? Then clearly you don't know me very well and you honestly must not know anything about me or my life. How I lived out on the streets for a good amount of my time here on this place that we live in. How I came to be apart of this world or even just apart of the Maines Family. Everyone has their very own life's story, and here's mine.

It all started on October Twenty First, Ninteen Eighty Nine. The day I was born. My mother had died in giving labor to me. The doctors had said that she had a heart failure and that she couldn't take the pressure and straint on her body and with that her body had failed and she had died, causing me to almost die as well. I was lucky though. The doctors were able to revive me and keep me alive. I had been kept in the hospital three months after my birth and when I was finally released the doctors had found out that my father had killed himself, in the heart ache of losing my mother. He had left a note as to explain why he had done so. And it had explained that he couldn't stand living without his beloved Anne and that he couldn't live with the child that had killed her. He had also stated in the letter that Anne had never wanted to give birth to me and that it was all of my fault that she had died, that if it weren't for me she would still be alive. That I was the mistake, and that what he did wasn't. And so that's how I became the mistake of a lifetime. Since I had never been properly named the Nurses had decided to name me. Lacey Anne Maines. My middle name had come from my mother. After having to stay in the hospital for another few months, I, still at the age of six months had been put into an orphanage, but it wasn't long until I was adopted into a rich family. Happily ever after...well...Not quite yet.

They say that I was always picked first on open house because I was always such a beautiful child. They said that I had a gorgeous little face and I looked so healthy. But, it wasn't long after, this family had adopted me and I was about five that the family had discovered that I wasn't at all what they wanted in a child. Sure I was beautiful and could trick anyone into thinking I was a little angel, but I was also a loud, rambunctious, annoying and migrain creating little monster. Apparently I was a selfish trouble making child who needed some scolding and this family had not wanted anything to do with me any longer. So back to the orphanage it was for me. And as I grew older this pattern seemed to continue. They took me home, found out how I really was and returned me. And it seemed that the older I got the more troublemaking I became. I would do more and more things that were unessecary, uncalled for, innappropriate, and illegal. Until people just stopped adopting me altogether. After everything I had gone thorugh I had always kept my real name though. Even though I knew that my parents had never wanted me, I still kept the name Injjurii. I watched as the people I knew as I grew up all got adopted and I stayed in that orphanage. But then at the age of just barely sixteen, I ran. I ran far away from the place that it all began. And I never returned. I never looked back. I started a new life. I wanted no one to know of my past and I wanted nothing to do with it. But still I kept that name. Injjurii. It was something that reminded me never to turn back. And it reminded me that no matter how old I get or how far I go, I will always be my parent's little mistake.

But my story didn't end there but it wasn't as unfortunate and misleading as my early childhood. After being alone for what seemed like a such a long time I had been seeked out by my Aunt. She was so kind and she was so grateful to have found me. She said that I was the best thing that she had ever found. She said that she could never blame what happened to my mother on me and that it wasn't my fault. She was my mother's sister and she seemed the only one that accepted me for who I was. Because yes I was as they said very, very beautiful but inside was a scared little girl who just needed someone. I needed a family. And that's what I had gotten in my Aunt. Someone to care for me. And as I stayed with her I attended my last year of middle school living with her and I began my highschool years with her as well. Along the way I had made amazing friends that were there for me one hundred percent. I had finally told them all of my past but strangely I had never taken the smile off of my face because if it weren't for everything that has happened I never would have met them. I'm happy with who I am and I never want anything to change. I'm beautiful and I know it, and I definitely show it, but I never flaunt it. I just simply state it by my independence and confidence. My past barely even effects me anymore.
Some people say that I'm this way because I don't have parents but I think they're all wrong. I don't need them. I've been fine without them haven't I? But anyways, If it weren't for me liking boys I could probably BE a boy.Alot of people say that I'm the toughest girl around and that I need to try and be a girl. I just say, whatever, I am a girl, and if I wasn't what are these things called boobs that I have? I think that people just need to mind their own buisness and stay out of mine. After all it's my life isn't it? If I wanted to follow what everyone said then I would've stayed at that stupid orphanage, and would have a family right now. But does it look like I care what people think about me? Things turned out for the best, right? So, I'm a failure. That's just me, and I'm proud to be.