You're just a mark on my shirt
Another night and another girl
Standing at 17 hands, he is jet black with lightning blue eyes that always seem to be cold and fathomless. No white marks adorn his glossy skin, and his eyes are the only colour on his entire body. His breed is unknown, although there is definitely some Freisian in there. There is some feathering at the base of each leg but not in copious amounts. Slender and lithe, he is not built like a tank but there are plenty of ripples of solid muscle beneath his ebony pelt, which is littered with scars and other wounds.
A pair of leathery wings protrude from his shoulders, tattered and scarred from years of fighting. Bullet holes and scratches litter them, making them appear very worn and look as though they couldn't hold his weight. They are not the biggest nor the smallest, they are good for speed and agility in the air, excellent for launching aerial attacks on enemies. The holes in them can sometimes be a disadvantage as wind flows through them, throwing him off balance. However, he has learned to overcome this by toning his shoulder muscles to perfection, so when the wind threatens to upend him, he is ready.
Personality:
I taste so good
You knew I would
He is certainly not what you would call a 'nice' horse. He prefers to do his talking through violent actions, although his sheer arrogance sometimes brings out a more talkative side as he flaunts his fine booty for all to see. He adores conflict and bloodshed, and whenever there is a fight, he's usually in the middle of it. His appearance looks sinister, and he IS sinister; a bully and a killer, he makes no secret of the fact he enjoys causing suffering simply to assert his own dominance. More than anything, he has a way with the ladies - through years of practice, he has learned how to alter his personality to make each individual mare believe he is their perfect man. Without doubt, he can be classed as a womanizer, one of the most notorious around, with a million and one notches in his metaphorical bedpost, and a trail of broken hearts in his wake. He is also somewhat of a sexist, seeing mares as lower than him and having only one use; his own pleasure. His chauvenistic attitude makes others wonder how he can possibly have bedded so many mares, but he can turn on the charm like a light switch, making him excellent at spying. He is sarcastic, witty, cunning and strangely charming, using speed of brain to outwit his enemies.
As brutal as the day is long, he is, however, far from all brawn and no brains. His quick mind gives him razor wit and sarcasm, and he is a master at making innuendoes out of anything. He is fiercly loyal to his species, the pegasus, and has destroyed many a creature of another species simply because he believes they have no right to live. Pegasus superiority must be established. His cold heart and willingness to kill in icy blood make him a very dangerous opponent - it is difficult to associate this statue of impassionate fury when faced with a unicorn or equine to the charming, loveable rogue he is when around pegasus mares. It is debateable whether he adores sex so much because of the pleasure or because of the thrill of the chase, the twisting of his personality to fit each female. Racist till the end, he sees his goal in life to slaughter as many other races as he can, so pegasi will rule the land as they rule the skies. Despite his flirtatious, womanizing ways, he would never breed with one of another species, seeing them as too inferior to warrant such treatment; he would never taint his pure pegasus lineage with that of the vermin which plagues Isilme. He has never loved and probably never will; it is an emotion he sees as being only for the weak, and indeed has no idea what it would feel like. The only love he can conjure is a false imitation of the real thing, he has no qualms about telling every mare he wants that he is in love with them simply to bed them.
Morgue is extremely arrogant and belives himself to be god's gift to females (and they believe it too, as he has long since learned the best ways of getting into a female's heart and then her underwear). He is the type of male that other stallions hate or envy, that most living beings just want to smack because of how irritatingly charming he can be when he wants to. He has no respect for authority and this has led to him being kicked out of many herds because of how he simply refuses to acknowledge another living thing as superior to him. As far as he is concerned, he is the only one with a divine right to rule and so simply cannot bring himself to show respect to any leader.
Basically, three words that would sum him up best; Arrogant. Womanizer. Racist. Ladies, say hello to the stud.
SIRE
Arcrai.
Pegasus.
16'3 hands high.
Jet black with feathered wings.
Cold. Calculating. Racist.
DAM
Mortuary.
Pegasus.
15'3 hands high.
Jet black with bat wings.
Bitch. Sly. Sarcastic.
SIBLINGS
Arrnin.
Pegasus.
16'1 hands high.
White with feathered wings.
Gentle. Caring. Loyal.
OFFSPRING
Zodiac. (x Angel Feather)
Eros. (x Helena)
Kaela. (x Asteria)
Lothario. (x Asteria)
Mortalis. (x Claude)
Nephelê. (x Divine)
Fenris. (x unknown)
Many others he does not know about.
History:
With you by my side
That look in your eye
Distant History
Morgue was born to Arcrai and Mortuary, who were the leaders of the largest herd of pegasi in the land. They were famed for their pure hatred of other species and delight of bathing in the blood of the others. Arcrai was known to be the most lethal fighter in the lands - he was built like a tank, born for exterminating unicorns and equines. Mortuary was famed for her cunning, her ability to spy...she would sneak in to opposing herds and learn their secrets, then her mate and their herd would decimate them.
Morgue wasn't planned, and he certainly wasn't wanted. The herd didn't often produce foals, as they were too busy moving around and murdering to be able to care for a mare who would be useless for a year or more. The herd was all about the destruction of other species, and a pregnant mare who couldn't assist in the purges had no place within them. However, as Mortuary was the leading female, she wasn't shunned for becoming pregnant by Arcrai. Morgue was born one windy, stormy night, as Mortuary lay alone below the fronds of a weeping willow. The rest of the herd was out on a raid, but she had stayed behind, knowing the foal was immenent. The resulting colt was taught to survive from the moment he touched the ground, as there was no room for stragglers within this ruthless pegasi herd.
As he wasn't particularly wanted, Morgue was used as an 'experiment' within the herd, to see if they could create 'the ultimate pegasus'. That was, breed their best 'stock' to try and make a pegasi that could prove to be an even better killing machine than Arcrai. At the age of just a year, he was shown to a young pegasus filly who the herd had captured from their last unicorn raid, where she had been a prisoner. The black colt was told to use his instincts with her.
And he did.
From that moment, Morgue lived for females, loved for the thrill of seducing mares and using them, then discarding them like broken toys...in his opinion, they were no more than toys. Before he was two years of age, most of the mares in the herd could say they'd had some alone time with this handsome youngster.
Arcrai became worried about his son's behaviour, fearing that he'd impregnate all of the herd's females, and that would slow down their purging lifestyle, if all the mares were weighed down with foals. And so, a week after Morgue turned two, Arcrai turned on him and exiled him. The colt fought back, and at one point had his father pinned against a tree, ready to land the death blow, but the older horse had the rest of the herd behind him, and Morgue was shunned.
Not that he minded. For two more years, he wandered alone around the globe, leaving nothing but a trail of distressed females in his wake. His giant backlist of ladies preceeded him, wherever he went, there were reputations of 'the winged womanizer'. This was his life - sleeping with anything female, and killing a few unicorns and equines on the way. Yes, despite how his pegasus herd had treated him, Morgue was fiercly proud of his lineage, and murdered anything none-pegasus. That was just who he was.
He joined a few herds, but always pissed the leaders off with his arrogant nature and his blatant disregard of authority, plus his uncanny ability to lure the leader's mares out from under his nose. He found a way to Isilme, and the rest, they say, is history.
Isilme History
---> Arrived in Isilme
---> Went to Pegasus Cliffs - was accepted by Naryl
---> Came down with a dehabilitating illness that prevented him from assisting in the peg v uni/equine fight
---> Recovered from illness; met Azureus and Angel Feather
---> Mated with Angel Feather, produced Zodiac
---> Went to a herd meeting
---> Mated with Helena, inpregnated her
---> Became infected with something that made him think every uni/equine was a pegasus
---> Met the unicorn Asteria in the Veiled Cape, thought she was a pegasus, bred with her, resulting in Kaela and Lothario
---> Went back to Cliffs, met up with Angel Feather and the prisoner Black Minx, who he thought was a pegasus
---> Recieved a power that gave him a wind ability for two weeks
---> Met Helena and their new son Eros
---> Went to Gateway; brought Lynx back
---> Went to Gateway, met Flo, she chose Mesecoth instead
---> Went to Gateway; brought Shentis back
---> Successfully stole Pisces from the Unicorns
---> Gained the ability to talk to birds
---> Met Kaela when she came to the Cliffs, not realising she was his daughter. When he realised, Azureus and Naryl did not believe his story and left with the threat of what would be done to him when they returned
---> Heard that Helena had left Eros alone in the Gateway - seeing as he was ordered not to leave the Cliffs, he sent Zodiac after him to bring him back
---> Met Angel Feather in the Cliffs; bred with her again
---> The Cliffs was shook by an earthquake, needing a dragon scale and fang to stop it; Morgue offered to go and get the scale
---> Went to the Equine Valley and met Lesse, who he got the scale off
---> Went to the Gateway; met Laceration
---> Went to the Gateway; met Claude and went with her to the Veiled Cape, resulting in Mortalis
---> Returned to the Gateway and met Azureus to show him the scale; ended up challenging him for leadership of the Cliffs; won
---> Made an alliance with Scream of the Tides; the Cliffs were invaded by the Valley and the Tides aided the Cliffs
---> Met Divine in the Cliffs, went to the Veiled Cape and bred
---> Stayed true to the alliance by helping the Tides when they were invaded; fought Summer Wildfire; won
---> Went to the Gateway; brought Altaira home
---> Went to Perpetua; met Shentis
---> Returned to the Cliffs and taught Altaira to fly
---> Met Angel Feather in the Cliffs and learned of where she had been; got caught in a hurricane and ended up with female genitals for four weeks
---> Went to the Tome Guardian to try and get his normal bits back. The Guardian gave him some white liquid that he said would get his genitals back but was actually sperm, impregnating him with a gelded colt
---> Gave birth to Fenris and abandoned the colt right after birth, returning home to fight in the Cliffs invasion
---> Fought Gunslinger; ?
---> Lost the Cliffs; called a meeting in the Skeleton Pit to try and reunite the herd. Most rose up against him, including Angel
---> Stolen by Woodlands; challenged Saskia to escape and won
---> Attended a meeting hosted by Angel where he found out the pegasus had invaded the Cliffs without him, but failed
---> Returned to the Cliffs to finish the pegasus plot, brought with him a hair from the murdered unicorn Crow but had already been beaten to it by the irksome Arcadia
---> The pearl and hair summoned an arctic bird; Morgue attacked its chest whilst Zinion the eagle attacked its eyes
Other:
Can talk to birds. His 'pet' bird is a golden eagle named Zinion.
I'm a slightly crazy 17yo from Britain who has too much time on her hands and makes far too many characters. I hate needles, loud noises, change, the wind, people standing behind me, the phrase 'off of', the city, and did I mention needles? I enjoy making people laugh and have one of the filthiest minds you'll ever meet. Enjoy. :)
