Morgra

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Physical Traits
Haughty and proud, with a distinctive shuffling walk and greying hair that were both telltale signs of extreme age. Her eyes were cold and calculating, and her skin was pale, with an unhealthy greyish tinge. She was skinny to the point of skeletal, giving the false impression that she was frail, and her body was a mess of scars and burns, ranging from very old to quite recent. The only visible one was a prominent scar that ran all round her neck, just like a collar. She was scuffed round the edges, her hair unkempt and her face lined. There was always a pungent smell of chemicals wherever she went, but also something else beneath it - like meat gone bad.

Occupation
Morgra considered herself a scientist, preferring to rely on logical, tested, non-magic methods to get what she wanted rather than spells. She specialised in the human body, and knew a cadaver inside out, but she took the greatest joy in chopping them up and sticking them together to make crimes against nature. She is also currently working with The Embrace, to gain something for herself.

Family
Morgra has a brother she currently knows is alive, and he's the only one she knows and actually cares about. She has a biological daughter somewhere, but isn't too interested in what became of her. Her abominations are her family, and if asked will tell a person 'I have two dozen children, and not a single one is alive. Bizarre, beautiful things.'

Background
Morgra's life was uneventful right up to her twenties, where she spent most of her time with her brother. She considers her life to have really started when she met Vivica in her late teens, and that's where the problems began. Morgra had to keep her relationship under wraps, but the time she spent with Vivica were the best two years of her life. Her 'Sort' were branded freaks, but even the worry of that couldn't keep the two apart. Morgra's brother covered for them both on many occasions, but as they were both due to move out in the world together, they got slightly reckless.

After two years of success, Morgra's mother found them kissing.

They fled to gather their things and simply leave, but things had gotten out of hand. They were set upon by a mob, and despite Morgra's brother's efforts, Vivica wasn't so lucky. She fell and begged Morgra to stay with her, but there was nothing that could be done. To this day, Morgra was terrified of death, and turned to flee, leaving Vivica at the mercy of the mob.

That was the day Morgra's life ended, just as it began when Vivica appeared. Her sanity crumbled along with everything else, but she was too scared to take her own life. Instead she wandered up and down, living day by day, becoming more twisted and unhinged as she went. The day she found an abandoned workspace buried deep in a mountainside was the day she decided what she was going to do, and she hasn't looked back since. Three decades later she is still there, working on her experiments and talking to her picture of Vivica. It sits, framed and bloodstained, prized above everything else.

Criminal Record
Morgra finds magic to be unreliable and foolish, only to be used where absolutely neccesary. However, she can't deny the uses of a shadowbolt here and there, and has since trained herself up into a semi-decent warlock. She ran rampant, graverobbing and on occasion killing, to get her parts, and the things she creates are crimes against nature.

Personality
Morgra is cold and condescending, and an extremely hard person to get along with. She categorises people into 'Useful' and 'Useless', and treats them with contempt either way. She relishes the idea of a person being in pain, and emphatic to the extreme. With a quick temper and sharp tongue, she can start a fight in minutes. Proud and reckless, she has far more scars than she could have gotten away with.

Current Status
Morgra herself wasn't exactly sure where she stood. In a fit of madness she turned an experiment involving golem flesh, and the results are affecting her to this very day.

For Morgra, an execution was inevitable. She intended to use her prized creations on herself and give herself regenerative flesh, as a way of cheating death. However, it didn't go as planned. Being golem flesh, it only regenerated when she died. Her soul was forced back into her shoddily-healed body, and she became a walking contradiction. If her flesh was dead, that made her a golem. and golems don't have souls.

In a constant struggle between flesh and soul, her body has begun to rot. Formaldehyde, demon blood and a few shoddy magic spells are holding it off, but Morgra isn't sure how it's going to end. Her sanity goes as her body does, and she claims that her emotions are fading too. Her heart was beating slower and slower, as though succumbing to rigor mortis.

Random points of interest

 * After thirty years of non-stop, feverish work, Morgra loathes sleeping in a bed. She was used to curling up on the floor to sleep, inches from her workspace, and she wasn't going to change in a hurry.
 * Morgra's felhound, Phuujhom, was both an idiot and extremely loyal. Morgra endlessly kicks him around and scolds him, but he never retaliates. And Morgra never sleeps anywhere other than next to him.
 * Creepily, when in Stormwind, Morgra takes on the disguise of Vivica - her old and only love.
 * While Morgra usually avoids all social interaction like a plague, there's nothing like a good old torture session to bring everyone together. Morgra is at her chattiest when teaming up with somebody to inflict pain.

Quotes
"This is serious, not a bloody adventure-holiday." "I have twenty-four children, but I have enough limbs for twice that many." "Dirty mongrel." "Curiousity kills more than just cats." "Blood is thicker than water? Not if I mix a few chemicals in." "A war hero, was he? Don't you think he would be pleased he was fighting, even after death? Without his leg, how would my creatures walk? I'd be proud." "An artifact? That's a foolish idea. One dispel, and my entire legion is down on the floor, cluttering up the place! No, my creatures run on foolproof logic."