Morgan am Fitheach

"awrite pal? name's Morgan, you've probably seen me playin' all over Emiroth.. or maybe in yer bed. who knows?" Morgan was born on the roads, into a family of nomads who traveled and sold their wares/services to all the civilized corners. One day when he was younger, Morgan was left behind, to fend for himself. many years of nothingness, playing his instruments for lodging and gold, Morgan eventually gained fame and notoriety (for both the right and wrong reasons). Soon enough he had his own place, admired by the locals. It was years later that he met Luna~

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

Morgan is quite slender thin, his muscles show though they are not defined. Morgan is rather underweight, though not unhealthily so.

Facial Features

Morgan looks as though he is wearing "yesterdays make-up". the smokey look defines who he is and how people see him. he looks a little tired, relaxed almost. His face is rather soft, though the lack of weight shows his jawline well.

Identifying Characteristics

His smokey old make-up, his medium bushy hair, and his jewelery that he wears like a proud Corvid.

Morgan, Born into a family of travelling nomads, quickly learned his ways in this world, discovering the magic of music and the ego that went with it.

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Alignment

Chaotic neutral

Age

21 (ish)

Date of Birth

unknown

Birthplace

in the wilds, on the roadsides of Emiroth.

Children

Gender

Non-binary (he/him-they/them)

Eyes

Blue

Hair

black

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

pale

Entry into the port city

As we traveled along the road, the signs of agriculture began to appear more and more until finally the farming communities began to appear. People seemed fine, hard at work on their humble lands, but it was the large walls that caught my eye more... after all, those would be the ears that'd pay me the most. As we made our way through the "definitely compensating for something" gates, it was clear this place was a port town, the smell of the sea breeze making its way up my nose made that clear before I saw the masts of the boats. So this is where this letter has lead us?, I would like to make my way to the grandest of halls here and the finest of beds to rock~ i hear nobles are soft and warming in bed... BUT, for now we can find lodgings.

Morgan am Fitheach