My name is Morrigan Adams and I am a demigod.
I have seen a lot in my seventeen years.
And when I got to school I am in twelfth grade.
My Mortal Parent, Julie Adams , raised me from birth.
Though my other parent, turns out to be Ares
What led to my discovery of all this? Well you see...
Morrigan was born to two loving parents in a small town smack dab in the middle of nowhere. However, unbeknownst to her father? She wasn't actually his.
Julie and Kevin's relationship had been rocky for many years, and it was only the birth of Morrigan that kept them from breaking up completely; initially, at least. Kevin has no idea that his daughter wasn't really his daughter, and so he stayed at Julie's side and raised the young girl as if she was (as he truly believed she was) his own. In that time, they had another young girl together, who they named Jamie.
Now, being completely honest, Kevin and Julie never addressed their problems; they simply ignored them and hoped that they would go away, and that having children would strengthen their bond enough for them to ignore them. Unfortunately, problems just don't work that way, and when Jamie turned two, Kevin had dealt with enough. He found out that Julie had cheated on him, and in the course of the divorce that followed, he learned that she had done it multiple times; and, as the final injury to pile on top of the insults, he learned that Morrigan was not truly his daughter. Ashamed, hurt, and upset, Kevin didn't argue when the courts gave Julie custody, although he didn't object to the bi-monthly visitation rights he received either.
Things after that were tense for the family; Julie moved in with the man she had been having an affair with, and Morrigan resisted the change tooth and nail. She had never known any father but Kevin, and refused to accept the new man as the replacement he tried to be. They didn't get along, right from the start; this was, perhaps, a sign of what was to come.
As the years went on things went quickly south involving her new stepfather, Don. Julie hid it from her children as best she could, but Morrigan was neither deaf nor blind. She could hear the cruel words that were thrown at her mother and as she grew older, she began to see signs of much more. She realized that much was wrong in their household, from the fact that they weren't 'allowed' to go visit family, to the bruises and overabundance of makeup that dusted her mother's skin.
Julie begged her daughter to stop confronting her stepfather, attempted forbidding her, and often distracted her with chores or even cutting in and drawing the man's attention from the young girl to herself. Her attempts, though valiant, did little to deter her. Morrigan took every opportunity to stand up to the man who was invading the safety of her home, and refused to back down. Soon, her mother was not the only one bearing bruises, and Julie realized how far things had gone. Which was, to clarify, too far. The police were involved after a particularly nasty argument involving much alcohol and a phone cord, and Don was sent to prison for his crimes. He was not, however, in there for life; and when he was released the women discovered that he had made 'friends' while he was away.
To Julie's great horror, these 'friends' were not mortals; they were monsters, and to be a bit more specific, Hyperborean Giants. Their house was destroyed in the ensuing battle, and Julie was only barely able to get away with Morrigan and Jamie. The two girls were scared, confused, and both were suffering from injuries that were not insignificant. Julie was many of those things; but she was not confused. She knew exactly what was happening, and when she believed they were far enough away to be safe, she pulled Morrigan aside and explained everything. Who her father really was, what the things that had attacked them had been, and where she needed to go to be safe. She said that she and Jamie would draw Don and the giant's attention to give her some time to get there, gave her some money, and left her daughter at the train station.
Morrigan was able, through much luck (and more than a little bit of ingenuity) and the money her mother had given her, to get to New York City. It was in the city that she ran into a Keeper Satyr, who quickly whisked her into a taxi and brought her to what appeared to be a deserted road in the middle of nowhere. Thankfully for her, it wasn't.
And that's when I arrived at Camp Half Blood.
Since then, I have been at camp for four years.
Staying all year round
And I have obtained the following beads:
(Beads - leave this blank unless otherwise instructed)
I usually am told I act like Morrigan has, above all else, a temper unrivaled by that of even the fiercest thunder storm. She is quick to anger and even faster to turn to violence to solve her problems; it isn't that she's unintelligent, it's just what she is used to. She's spent most of her life fighting, and resisting; she doesn't know how to shut it off, and is only recently becoming more able to control her violent tendencies.
Morrigan has a strong sense of justice, something that's been with her since she was a young child. She hates to see anyone picked on or bullied, and will often ally herself with the underdog simply to rub the bullie's nose in it. She's vindictive and oftentimes petty, however if she is calm enough, she can often see both sides of an argument. She is, however, stubborn, and no amount of seeing the point in the other side will cause her to change her mind.
Her fatal flaw is that she holds grudges far longer than she should, and that she is too stubborn to let them go. Once she decides that someone has crossed her, in her mind, they need to be punished. And it isn't just a one time punishment; they need to be punished multiple times, with lasting effects, so they can truly understand how much she hates them. Morrigan will hold tooth and nail to this grudge and this vindictive belief, even if it is clearly the wrong thing to do.
Morrigan does have a cruel streak, although it is buried deep beneath years of teachings from her mother that she should not show it. This, coupled with her tendency toward grudges and vindictive behaviour, makes her a dangerous opponent to piss off.
Morrigan believes strongly in the concept of family; it doesn't matter if that person is hateful and annoying, if they are related to you by blood, it is your responsibility to stand by them no matter what. It's perfectly okay for her to insult her family, or to pick on them or call them names. But it is not okay, in any sense, for someone else to do any of the same things. In her mind, they don't know her family, and therefore have no right to a negative opinion.
Morrigan is also rather lazy. If she can figure out a way out of doing something, she'll take it. She leaves things to the last possible second, and will often 'delegate' her duties to other people; in other words, she'll make someone else do something she's supposed to do. Many people would take this to mean that she is irresponsible, but Morrigan does know where her important duties lie. If it's something that truly is important to her, she won't let anyone else touch it, and she will put all of her heart into completing it herself.
Morrigan's pride is a problem for her; even if she desperately needs help, it's hard for her to approach someone else to ask for it. She becomes quickly ashamed if she's unable to immediately accomplish something, and will quit if it becomes too difficult. She's easily frustrated by her own shortcomings, and prefers to ignore them as opposed to improve upon them.
She is also very impatient, and cannot stand having to wait for things.
She is generous, though, and if someone becomes close to her, she will do just about anything for them. Loyal to a fault, she ignores obvious faults, and will lie, cheat, and steal for that person if need be.
Oh. And she's a control freak; she's the type of person who needs to be holding the t.v remote at all times, even if she's not going to change the channel.
I really like books, reading, climbing, heights, drawing, comic books, puzzles, windy days, and thunderstorms.
But I hate bugs, disorganization, bullies, nail files, losing, asking for help, and waiting for things.
And Please don't bring in mirrors, and bugs
But no matter what one day I want to control her anger and be a less violent person.
In case I have to fight I have a pair of brass knuckles, and a staff.
I'm really good at climbing, dodging, and hand to hand fighting.
But I'm horrible at lifting extremely heavy objects and running for long distances; she's good at short bursts of a lot of speed, not any particular amount of endurance.
My life at camp is interesting...
I meet a few people, who are my friends (Leave this blank for now)
and a few people who are my enemies (Leave this blank for now) .
Though I kind of like nobody, at the moment.
