Morgan Crowley

I AM ALWAYS OUT OF KAYFABE UNTIL A ROLEPLAY IS PLANNED.

Character is written primarily for the Hoyoverse games, but I love adapting her to new settings and rewriting her backstory. Just take the common elements (fugitive, history with abuse) in mind. Ideally mostly here to write romance and horror. Scroll to the bottom for more OOC credentials. Pic RPs welcome and encouraged.

Her appearance is also pretty consistent- 5'3, albino, pink eyes, severe look, slightly androgynous. Typically I play her as in her late 20s, early 30s, though babyfaced and stunted in her growth. Body shape and gender are up for discussion (I default to female but there's absolutely no reason I can't play her as a guy, or as transmasc or transfemme (the last one is a favorite I get to do rarely).)

Personality

An unassuming young woman prone to avoiding conversation unless it's urgent, Morgan is what most people would describe as a loner. Initially, one could make the assumption that she’s a doormat, but this isn’t entirely the case. Morgan is entirely terrified of being vulnerable to someone and so she keeps others at arm’s length, not wanting to consider the possibility of someone breaking through and not liking what they see underneath.

Due to her upbringing and constant isolation, Morgan has very little regard for her physical well being. She’s not at all squeamish about being in pain, nor is she nervous about the potential damage that could be done to her in the sort of life she leads. She feels a great disconnect from her body and her ‘self’, often feeling as though her life is playing out through a third person perspective.

In spite of her usual attitude, Morgan becomes an entirely different person in two areas- Art and love. A person with a distinct view of the world, Morgan is downright gifted as an artist and makes absolutely no secret of this. At her core, she’s fueled by a desire to create something, but paradoxically she’s never satisfied with anything she makes. It’s not unusual to find her throwing out or painting over sketches a few days after finishing them, sometimes even destroying them in a violent way, only to later reuse the scraps in another piece. At the end of the day, she doesn’t have much respect for the things she creates, and she’s always looking for fault in herself.

In terms of love, Morgan places a great deal of emotional responsibility on her romantic partners once a relationship is established. Easily driven to jealousy, she’s prone to clinging to her partner. As a person who’s unfamiliar with loving environments, she feels it intensely when it happens, and lacks entirely healthy boundaries, often going out of her way to keep her partner in love with her in ways that can seem extreme from the outside looking in. Her love language is acts of service, and she has been known to neglect herself and her own health for the sake of her partner. It isn’t that she’s a particularly malicious sort of partner, though she has a very codependent attachment style and tends to view the firm setting of boundaries as a form of rejection.

Though not opposed to being told ‘no’, Morgan takes rejection as a sort of soft condemnation of herself and her abilities, and thus a failure. As someone who had it drilled into her young that she was a prodigy who had high expectations set up for her, she tries to generally avoid being saddled with them once more to avoid the sting of rejection and failure alike, and thus approaches things like praise with a reaction that tows the line between modesty and self-flagellation.

While not quite afforded much good in her early life, Morgan doesn’t typically recognize what is or isn’t a good thing until she’s lost it. When faced with new opportunities, she tends to overly scrutinize what’s laid out in front of her, always trying to read between the lines for a catch, so she tends to self-sabotage. She’s occasionally scared of getting out of the bed she’s made for herself, of trying to return to her family or her home and having to deal with the possible pain of her situation not being her choice.

Morgan very much believes herself to be the master of her own fate, and is keenly and brutally aware of both her many personal flaws as well as the path they have led her down. This isn’t to say she regrets every mistake she’s ever made, though, rather viewing them as an ultimate sum of her and a fragment of who she is. She holds very little tolerance for what she views as ‘self pity’ (including her own), and while this may make her come off as cold, she’s also often the first person to say “So, what should we do about it?” in response to issues.

All of this isn’t to say Morgan doesn’t have her good traits. Her first reaction to stress is to try and do something about it, and she’s the sort of person who adapts very well to unpredictable change and takes things on the chin. Her very short time in the Fatui instilled her with a sense of discipline, and it’s hard to find her hesitating on decisions that, in her opinion, need to be made. She’s also a person who easily finds aesthetic beauty in the world around her, even in places others often don’t think to look for it.

Morgan’s generally something of a bitter, sardonic person who’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop. A pessimist who believes in preparing for and expecting the worst, she’s always the first one with a backup plan when things inevitably go wrong, or when she inevitably gets backstabbed. She’s a very useful, if not always pleasant, person to have on your side for that reason.

Backstory (Genshin Version)

Born to an exceptionally nationalistic family, Morgan was the youngest of five siblings, growing up. From the moment she, as well as all of her siblings, were born, Morgan’s future was planned out for her. For much of her early life, Morgan’s day consisted of hearing her parents sing praises of the Tsaritsa and their homeland. As the youngest and smallest of her siblings, Morgan was frequently ignored by her parents in favor of their less frail, more fit children, left to her own devices to pursue her interest in the arts. Due to this freedom, she was also often a victim of bullying and cruel pranks at the hands of her brothers and sisters, who envied that she was free from their parents expectations.

This came to a head when her two youngest siblings, one night, brought her out deep into the wilderness by their home, claiming to want to show her something cool that they wanted her to draw. They never planned to actually bring her home, of course, instead leaving her in the wilderness alone and not considering the consequences. With the heavy snowfall that night, Morgan was almost certain she wasn’t going to find her way home after her siblings abandoned her, and resigned herself to trying to find a slightly warmer place. All she could do was break branches off the trees as she went, marking her place.

At some point during that night, though, she started to get angrier as the cold sapped her strength. This is all their fault. They left me out here to freeze. Why do they hate me? They hate me and I never even did anything wrong! Through her angry thoughts, and her focus on her siblings, as well as her desire to get home to them, Morgan tripped over something in the snow that night. Picking it up and brushing the snow off of it, Morgan found something she’d seen only a few times in her short life- A vision. A Cryo vision, as luck would have it, and one that seemed active in her hand. 

It was trivial to acclimate her body to the cold after that. When she held her vision in her hand, the idea of finding her way home felt so much less daunting. With her body adjusted to the freezing cold, Morgan was able to return home to her family just as day broke. Her vision afforded her something she’d never really had before- The attention and expectations of her parents, who celebrated her return home upon seeing her new vision. All at once, she was no longer the proverbial runt of the litter who could do as she pleased, she was a golden and gifted child. She had become, in her parents eyes, a symbol of their homeland and the archon they venerated blessing them.

Morgan’s freedom to do as she pleased was quickly stripped away from her, and replaced with an almost militant regiment. Isolated from children her age and the bulk of her family, Morgan was made to focus only on bettering herself. Everything she did was closely monitored, and if she wasn’t being taught to use the polearm that had been in her family for a few generations, then she was having it drilled into her that her parents expected her to live and die in service to the Tsaritsa. She, however, had always been acutely aware of how… fanatic her family had been. She continued to practice art in secret, sitting up late at night under her covers and spending her love on a sketchbook rather than her homeland.

Her relationship with her siblings didn’t improve as she got older, either. Now that she was the golden child, and the one their parents spared all their energy for, her siblings didn’t feel the need to necessarily torment her directly. There was, however, no love among any of them, and they hardly even got to interact without the watchful eye of at least one parent. A performative, cold sort of kindness made itself welcome between her and her four siblings- They became little more than strangers that had once shared a womb. It isn’t an exaggeration to say she would never have a confidant.

The snow melted, the seasons changed, and Morgan slowly grew from a child carrying the weight of everyone’s ideals into an adult with few of her own. The ideas of living and dying for one’s country had never sat right with her… And while she loved her parents, she didn’t love the idea of acting as a mere extension of their will. She did love Snezhnaya, the way the sun sent sparkling impressions over fresh snow, the coldness of a gray sky, the blue and green of auroras painting the world above her at night… But none of that was important to many people other than her, she found.

She never did like the long corridors of her family home, or the overwhelming echo that her family’s footsteps made. She hardly even liked the way frost climbed up their windows, leaving fractals of cold in the corners of the glass… But she found herself knowing she’d miss it. There was a bittersweetness in leaving it behind, because regardless of if she joined the Fatui or went her own way, she knew she wasn’t coming back. For a while, she thought of her siblings…

And on her way to join with the Fatui, she didn’t look back.

The time she spent with the Fatui was, ultimately, very fruitful. At the time, she had viewed it as something new- A way to build a new life away from her family. Until, of course, she was reassigned to work under the second Harbinger.

She would prefer not to disclose exactly what happened during those years, but it was bad enough to where she decided to take extreme action. She had, after all, gone from one dangerous, meaningless, miserable life straight into another… There had to be more than this. Than the scars and the hunger and the fear.

All that was left of her in Snezhnaya, after her years in the Fatui, was a burned down home and a charred body. Ever since then, she’s been on the run through the rest of Teyvat- Constantly looking over her shoulder. Constantly fearing the end.

NSFW/Kink Information

F-List: https://www.f-list.net/c/luns%20kinks%20for%20morg

Very pro-fic, but I've got some hardline limits I'll list here just in case you didn't read my F-List.

Contentious Themes I Will Write

Abuse, death, horror, guro/ryona, incest (siblings), toxic relationships, orientation play and detransitioning (selectively), teratophilia (within reason), grooming (will only do sexual scenes as an adult character), age gap between adults, dubcon

Contentious Themes I Will Not Write

Incest (parent/child), scat, raceplay (I'm white, it ain't my place to tackle that theme), noncon (just less fun for me), zoophilia (anthros are welcome on a VERY SELECTIVE BASIS, ferals need not apply)

OOC Info/Before you follow

Writer is a trans person (genderfluid+apathetic, I present masc but accept any and all pronouns. AFAB if it matters to you I guess?) who makes a good deal of jokes about that transness- Don't be weird about it. I have 12+ years of writing experience (starting from my days on DeviantArt) and though I can match length, my writing defaults to multipara/novella. I struggle with a good deal of physical and mental health issues that sometimes keep me from consistent replies, but I do my best. I'm in a relationship, so please keep OOC flirting to a minimum. Used to have an RPT profile under the name Sealight where I played a more Original Verse version of this character.

Assigned Weird Pervert by Azure.

Haver of BPD, enjoyer of Eroguro VNs (if you know what Shiniyuku Kimi is, we will become best friends), queer weirdo with an intimate knowledge of Stardew Valley's file structure, I've got a mildly edgy sense of humor admittedly (Just tell me if this makes you uncomfortable and I will happily tone it down. Not out here to make anyone upset)

Dyslexic, so please be patient if I typo a lot.

Always up to chat.

Selective with women (dick or not. Dicks on women does not diminish their womanhood) (EXCEPTION FOR EXPLICIT TRANS WOMEN I AM RABID FOR THOSE) and even more selective with gay men (bad experiences. Sorry folks.). I will most likely not be adding anyone with a private profile.

I AM ALWAYS OUT OF KAYFABE UNTIL A ROLEPLAY IS PLANNED.