Post by Mab Morgause on Mar 23, 2010 1:33:39 GMT
Name: Mab Morgause (called Queen Mab by her followers; possibly thinkig about joining the Brotherhood.)
Age: She is truly 30 if you look into it, but she is a master of illusion and trick perfering to look “youngerâ€.
Sex: Female
Class:Dark Enchantress (villain but tends to run in High class circles; may possibly join the brotherhood.)
Appearance: Queen Mab has jet black hair that falls off her boney face like shadows. She is an average size woman, 5 ft 8 Caucasian. Her blackened coal like eyes pierces into our very soul striking it down from the inside out. She has piercing pale lips, and dresses in black silks that flow like ravens wings. She also tends to wear deep purple and old women’s armour pieces.
(Miranda Richardson)
Character: Queen Maurgause is the most cold hearted witch you will over meet. She cares only for herself and herself alone, and if you serve her you are merely a pawn and nothing else. However, she’ll lead you to believe your “specialâ€, giving you gifts and treating you nicely until your job is done. She has a horrible temper and prides herself on her aggressive nature. She schemes, plots and does whatever she can to get her way/get revenge on those you made her suffer all those years ago. You know that when you hear her raspy harsh voice running chills through the wind, you’re in trouble.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strengths:
• Her Ability to create elaborate plans to get what she desires
• Her ability to be a commanding powerful woman
• Striking fear
• Tempting men/leading them on
• Losing her temper which leads to: inflicting pain/killing
Weaknesses:
• Being out numbered
• Failing to get what she wants
• No attention
• Little to no patience
• Having things done wrong (very Obsessive compulsive)
Magic: Dark Magic (starting with this and once mastered will most likely go to Psychic magic)
Weaponry Skills: If all magic fails, Mab will turn to her trusty sword. Yes the woman has a sword! And she was trained in the art of Swordsmanship alongside her Magic. She tends to use her long narrow sword that is swift and quick to use in times of killing or assassinating.
Character History: Mab Morgause was born in a time of war on the English country side With her father Octavian Morgause (a powerful Sorcerer). Her Mother Lady Larkin a beautiful nobles daughter was killed for treason from being with a Sorcerer. Her Mother gave her life for her and her father as they fled to the outskirts of Camelot, where Mab lived her whole early childhood. Things were fine for the two for a while, as her father began teaching Mab Magic and how to use it at the young age of 8. However, he had noticed odd powers in Mab as she grew, the ability to inflict fear through hallucinations and nightmares, or things breaking when she got angry of frusterated. But he kept teaching her, hoping these evil omens would pass away with her child hood. But as the days passed they did not go away, in fact they developed. However, one day three shrill old haggard women showed up on the outskirts of the land as they watched young Mab evolve and grow. The women would show up every day to watch and would leave before you could turn back to double take. But one day when Mab was 10 they did not return, but this day was strange and gloomy as if something horrid was to happen?
But periods of peace did not last long for Mab, Uther’s men eventually tracked them down. Busting down the door the guards filed in as her father hid securely from sight with the help of magic, leaving Mab to fend for herself. Looking for aid she found none, as she faced the guards that cornered her angered and alone Mab screamed angrily out at the guards shaking her fists in rage; tears streamed down the child face as she slumped to the ground. Triggering her gifts, the Guards fell to the ground in pain from being tortured through their own minds, seeing fits of horror that drove them mad. The scream echoed through the old wooden cottage like an explosion, cracking the walls and causing the roof to slowly fall down in pieces. Scared for her own life, Mab looked around for an exit to escape when a glimpse of her father being crushed by the wall caught her eyes. Leaving him behind she ran out the door passed the guards into the cold night air.
Walking away from the house, she looked back as all the supports finally gave in and it was merely a pile of rubble on the hill. Turning back to the trail she noticed the three Old women from before who beckoned her near. They were Sorceresses of the oldest kind who had felt the presence of Mab’s talent from a young age, choosing her to teach their secrets too.
Mab for many years lived with the three women, who countlessly got older and older but never seemed to die. They lived together in a dark Castle tower looming in an old forest of darkness. She learnt under them as they taught her to develop her gifts, making her powerful, more confident. They taught her of her enemies: Uther who killed her mother and worthless father, his son, and all who follow him! And most of all they taught her of the old ways, of evil, and how to give into the dark in ones heart. For once in her life Mab felt at home, never to fear losing these women who raised her, who nurtured and fed her. But Periods of Happiness never do last for Mab. One day mab returned home from picking wretched ingredients for the daily making of posion to kill the woodland creature sthat infested the tower, when the scene captured her eyes. The Tower was crumbled to nothing all that lay in its place were three piles of dust. Mab dropped the ingredients and ran, thinking that the witches were dead and there was no happiness left in the world. When really the witches tricked her, knowing she was ready breaking off the loving bond completing her transformation into the evil heartless Enchantress we all know and hate today.
Now Mab is Older, wiser living near, around and in Camelot; staying close to her enemies. She tends to hideout in dark shady places always followed by her most trusted servant Frik, a Gnome of a man (literally) who covers up his ears so he appears to be a simple servant. In Camelot Mab and Frik wait posing as Foreign Nobilty (Lady and her servant) waiting for the opportunity to spring one of her plans into action.
Additional Information: A quick introduction and info on her servant Frik who will most likely be featured in some of her posts:
First Name.Frik
Middle Name.-none known-
Last Name.-none known-
Age. Unknown
Gender.male
appearance Frik is a lowly spineless retch of a man, his height is unknown because he is always hunched over. He is not handsome at all, but that could be because he is part gnome, but if Mab ever found out he would be dead in a second. He has pointed deformed ears, disgusting teeth and eyes that change colour depending on his mood. He also has an amazing mastery of illusion, being able to transfigure his appearance very well like his Mistress. He dresses in greys and blacks, he really only has one pair of clothes.
A little history Frik was an orphan at birth abandoned for his ugliness. He never new his parents and he never really cared. He was an outcast in society until he found refuge in Mab. She treated him like he was special teaching him illusion training him to be a trusted servant. Frik has always been scared of Mab, never speaking his mind and always agreeing with his mistress. Overall Frik is the perfect loyal minion that Mab has kept around all these years.
Sample Roleplay:
Frik waited silently in the dark room of the random inn they usually stayed at when they were not “Noblilityâ€, diligently waiting for his mistress’s return. When the large wooden door slammed open catching him off guard as he fell to the ground. Mab swaggered in smugly, her hands in tight fits, triumph rained through her cold dark black eyes. Looking down to the old stone floor of the room she grimaced at Frik crinkling her frustrated face at her incompetent servant. She opened her mouth spreading her pale lips thin as she spoke; her harsh raspy voice running chills through the air making Frik shudder in fear beneath her.
Frik, you buffoon! Get up…GET UP! The time is now!
Very sorry my Queen, it will not happen-
SHUT UP!
Queen Mab turned on Frik before Starting to pace in the small room Plotting her revenge. While Frik watched contently; Placing an elegant hand on her pointed pail chin as she thought. Her eyes Dark eyes brightened as she turned to Frik smirking benevolently.
My Spy brings me news that King Uther is to have a luxurious party for all nobility of Camelot soon Frik, and we will be attending! And at this party I will cozy up to the king posing as…
She scowled; her face disgusted waving her bony hand over her face as it changed to the lovely face that could be one of a queen. A young woman, with Blonde hair like spun gold, blue eyes like shimmering gems, and a smile that could knock anyone head over heels.
The Lovely Lady of a far away kingdom, hoping to seek refuge in Camelot with her servant. She mocked it with every word as she laughed evilly under her breathe. Snapping her fingers her face turned back to normal as her eyes deviously looked at Frik.
Now Frik Prepare my bags We leave for Camelot at nightfall- Mab turned to leave for the night, her deep purple and black dress flopping around her as she moved for the door. There was lots to prepare for and not much time to do it.
Queen Mab..
What is it Frik?! She stopped abruptly not bothering to turn to look at Frik as he withered on the chair at the center of the room near the bed. Rolling her eyes she waited bored for the bumbling fool to finally speak up.
H-how will you attempt to kill the king?
how? How,FRIK YOU ASK HOW!
She turned around on her heals as fire burned in her eyes like lit coal. She opened her mouth furiously. Arching over the frightened shaking Frik, she curled her fingers angrily around him.
HOW!? I WILL KILL HIM, FOR EVERYTHING THAT HE HAS DONE! WETHER IT BE POSION OR TOTURE HE WILL PERISH AT MY HAND.
With the word hand, her voice echoed through the stone room surrounding Frik from all angles. Thus triggering her gifts causing the bed to crumble into itself, and causing the legs of frisk chair to fall through.
Mab stood before Frik in silence looking around the room, her coal eyes returing to normal as he flopped her frazzled raven like hair into a lovely braid. Smirking she back at Frik.
Now look what you made me do. Come Frik, I am leaving. There is a city waiting for me, waiting to be taken and ruled.
With those final words Mab Brushed off her dress dark shadowy dress, and elegantly strode off into the darkening night, Frik closely following behind; Walking towards the large castle in the distance cast into the night sky. Her words rang through the gloomy night air, passing through the air in echoes chills; the raspy harsh voice that was rock all to the bone.
Here I come Camelot.
[Optional] OOC Section:
Name: Carmine
Location:Canada
How long have you been RPing for:A year and a half
Any other characters on the site?:nope not yet lol
Age: She is truly 30 if you look into it, but she is a master of illusion and trick perfering to look “youngerâ€.
Sex: Female
Class:Dark Enchantress (villain but tends to run in High class circles; may possibly join the brotherhood.)
Appearance: Queen Mab has jet black hair that falls off her boney face like shadows. She is an average size woman, 5 ft 8 Caucasian. Her blackened coal like eyes pierces into our very soul striking it down from the inside out. She has piercing pale lips, and dresses in black silks that flow like ravens wings. She also tends to wear deep purple and old women’s armour pieces.
(Miranda Richardson) Character: Queen Maurgause is the most cold hearted witch you will over meet. She cares only for herself and herself alone, and if you serve her you are merely a pawn and nothing else. However, she’ll lead you to believe your “specialâ€, giving you gifts and treating you nicely until your job is done. She has a horrible temper and prides herself on her aggressive nature. She schemes, plots and does whatever she can to get her way/get revenge on those you made her suffer all those years ago. You know that when you hear her raspy harsh voice running chills through the wind, you’re in trouble.
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strengths:
• Her Ability to create elaborate plans to get what she desires
• Her ability to be a commanding powerful woman
• Striking fear
• Tempting men/leading them on
• Losing her temper which leads to: inflicting pain/killing
Weaknesses:
• Being out numbered
• Failing to get what she wants
• No attention
• Little to no patience
• Having things done wrong (very Obsessive compulsive)
Magic: Dark Magic (starting with this and once mastered will most likely go to Psychic magic)
Weaponry Skills: If all magic fails, Mab will turn to her trusty sword. Yes the woman has a sword! And she was trained in the art of Swordsmanship alongside her Magic. She tends to use her long narrow sword that is swift and quick to use in times of killing or assassinating.
Character History: Mab Morgause was born in a time of war on the English country side With her father Octavian Morgause (a powerful Sorcerer). Her Mother Lady Larkin a beautiful nobles daughter was killed for treason from being with a Sorcerer. Her Mother gave her life for her and her father as they fled to the outskirts of Camelot, where Mab lived her whole early childhood. Things were fine for the two for a while, as her father began teaching Mab Magic and how to use it at the young age of 8. However, he had noticed odd powers in Mab as she grew, the ability to inflict fear through hallucinations and nightmares, or things breaking when she got angry of frusterated. But he kept teaching her, hoping these evil omens would pass away with her child hood. But as the days passed they did not go away, in fact they developed. However, one day three shrill old haggard women showed up on the outskirts of the land as they watched young Mab evolve and grow. The women would show up every day to watch and would leave before you could turn back to double take. But one day when Mab was 10 they did not return, but this day was strange and gloomy as if something horrid was to happen?
But periods of peace did not last long for Mab, Uther’s men eventually tracked them down. Busting down the door the guards filed in as her father hid securely from sight with the help of magic, leaving Mab to fend for herself. Looking for aid she found none, as she faced the guards that cornered her angered and alone Mab screamed angrily out at the guards shaking her fists in rage; tears streamed down the child face as she slumped to the ground. Triggering her gifts, the Guards fell to the ground in pain from being tortured through their own minds, seeing fits of horror that drove them mad. The scream echoed through the old wooden cottage like an explosion, cracking the walls and causing the roof to slowly fall down in pieces. Scared for her own life, Mab looked around for an exit to escape when a glimpse of her father being crushed by the wall caught her eyes. Leaving him behind she ran out the door passed the guards into the cold night air.
Walking away from the house, she looked back as all the supports finally gave in and it was merely a pile of rubble on the hill. Turning back to the trail she noticed the three Old women from before who beckoned her near. They were Sorceresses of the oldest kind who had felt the presence of Mab’s talent from a young age, choosing her to teach their secrets too.
Mab for many years lived with the three women, who countlessly got older and older but never seemed to die. They lived together in a dark Castle tower looming in an old forest of darkness. She learnt under them as they taught her to develop her gifts, making her powerful, more confident. They taught her of her enemies: Uther who killed her mother and worthless father, his son, and all who follow him! And most of all they taught her of the old ways, of evil, and how to give into the dark in ones heart. For once in her life Mab felt at home, never to fear losing these women who raised her, who nurtured and fed her. But Periods of Happiness never do last for Mab. One day mab returned home from picking wretched ingredients for the daily making of posion to kill the woodland creature sthat infested the tower, when the scene captured her eyes. The Tower was crumbled to nothing all that lay in its place were three piles of dust. Mab dropped the ingredients and ran, thinking that the witches were dead and there was no happiness left in the world. When really the witches tricked her, knowing she was ready breaking off the loving bond completing her transformation into the evil heartless Enchantress we all know and hate today.
Now Mab is Older, wiser living near, around and in Camelot; staying close to her enemies. She tends to hideout in dark shady places always followed by her most trusted servant Frik, a Gnome of a man (literally) who covers up his ears so he appears to be a simple servant. In Camelot Mab and Frik wait posing as Foreign Nobilty (Lady and her servant) waiting for the opportunity to spring one of her plans into action.
Additional Information: A quick introduction and info on her servant Frik who will most likely be featured in some of her posts:
First Name.Frik
Middle Name.-none known-
Last Name.-none known-
Age. Unknown
Gender.male
appearance Frik is a lowly spineless retch of a man, his height is unknown because he is always hunched over. He is not handsome at all, but that could be because he is part gnome, but if Mab ever found out he would be dead in a second. He has pointed deformed ears, disgusting teeth and eyes that change colour depending on his mood. He also has an amazing mastery of illusion, being able to transfigure his appearance very well like his Mistress. He dresses in greys and blacks, he really only has one pair of clothes.
A little history Frik was an orphan at birth abandoned for his ugliness. He never new his parents and he never really cared. He was an outcast in society until he found refuge in Mab. She treated him like he was special teaching him illusion training him to be a trusted servant. Frik has always been scared of Mab, never speaking his mind and always agreeing with his mistress. Overall Frik is the perfect loyal minion that Mab has kept around all these years.
Sample Roleplay:
Frik waited silently in the dark room of the random inn they usually stayed at when they were not “Noblilityâ€, diligently waiting for his mistress’s return. When the large wooden door slammed open catching him off guard as he fell to the ground. Mab swaggered in smugly, her hands in tight fits, triumph rained through her cold dark black eyes. Looking down to the old stone floor of the room she grimaced at Frik crinkling her frustrated face at her incompetent servant. She opened her mouth spreading her pale lips thin as she spoke; her harsh raspy voice running chills through the air making Frik shudder in fear beneath her.
Frik, you buffoon! Get up…GET UP! The time is now!
Very sorry my Queen, it will not happen-
SHUT UP!
Queen Mab turned on Frik before Starting to pace in the small room Plotting her revenge. While Frik watched contently; Placing an elegant hand on her pointed pail chin as she thought. Her eyes Dark eyes brightened as she turned to Frik smirking benevolently.
My Spy brings me news that King Uther is to have a luxurious party for all nobility of Camelot soon Frik, and we will be attending! And at this party I will cozy up to the king posing as…
She scowled; her face disgusted waving her bony hand over her face as it changed to the lovely face that could be one of a queen. A young woman, with Blonde hair like spun gold, blue eyes like shimmering gems, and a smile that could knock anyone head over heels.
The Lovely Lady of a far away kingdom, hoping to seek refuge in Camelot with her servant. She mocked it with every word as she laughed evilly under her breathe. Snapping her fingers her face turned back to normal as her eyes deviously looked at Frik.
Now Frik Prepare my bags We leave for Camelot at nightfall- Mab turned to leave for the night, her deep purple and black dress flopping around her as she moved for the door. There was lots to prepare for and not much time to do it.
Queen Mab..
What is it Frik?! She stopped abruptly not bothering to turn to look at Frik as he withered on the chair at the center of the room near the bed. Rolling her eyes she waited bored for the bumbling fool to finally speak up.
H-how will you attempt to kill the king?
how? How,FRIK YOU ASK HOW!
She turned around on her heals as fire burned in her eyes like lit coal. She opened her mouth furiously. Arching over the frightened shaking Frik, she curled her fingers angrily around him.
HOW!? I WILL KILL HIM, FOR EVERYTHING THAT HE HAS DONE! WETHER IT BE POSION OR TOTURE HE WILL PERISH AT MY HAND.
With the word hand, her voice echoed through the stone room surrounding Frik from all angles. Thus triggering her gifts causing the bed to crumble into itself, and causing the legs of frisk chair to fall through.
Mab stood before Frik in silence looking around the room, her coal eyes returing to normal as he flopped her frazzled raven like hair into a lovely braid. Smirking she back at Frik.
Now look what you made me do. Come Frik, I am leaving. There is a city waiting for me, waiting to be taken and ruled.
With those final words Mab Brushed off her dress dark shadowy dress, and elegantly strode off into the darkening night, Frik closely following behind; Walking towards the large castle in the distance cast into the night sky. Her words rang through the gloomy night air, passing through the air in echoes chills; the raspy harsh voice that was rock all to the bone.
Here I come Camelot.
[Optional] OOC Section:
Name: Carmine
Location:Canada
How long have you been RPing for:A year and a half
Any other characters on the site?:nope not yet lol
