Post by Prof. Morgan Collins on Jun 21, 2009 16:06:05 GMT
Name: Morgan Mervin Collins
Age: 24
Physical Description: Short and very dark brown/black hair just about brushed. Standing at 6 feet exactly he’s very slim with not much muscle, keeping a sort of gangly teenage look. His baby-faced grin adds to his ‘charm’, whatever that is, along with his deep brown eyes which glow vivid yellow with the appliance of magic.
Clothing Description: Just the usual trousers and shirt. He doesn’t like formal wear since it is so restricting and means going places to socialize with tremendously boring people (it also doesn’t do anything for his already juvenile-like form). He prefers to wear light shoes with soft soles, perfect for comfort and pacing about a roomful of books and academic minds at work. He usually wears a brown leather wrist band on his right wrist.
Personality: Kind hearted with a lot of patience which helps a lot in his new profession of teaching. He’s generally socially shy except when faced with intellectual problems and with ignorance when he becomes sharp tongued and oddly confident. If people took the time to think and apply logic or empathy, rather than launching in all guns blazing and destroying what they chose not to understand… well Morgan believes the world would be a better place.
History: Morgan was born in Llangernyw, Wales on the 7th of October 1984. He never knew his father but he believes it’s no loss. At the age of twelve, after years of knowing he was a freak and with only one best friend, Morgan enrolled Orchid Hill Academy. That, Morgan claims, is when his life really started. The people were like him. They had special abilities like his, they understood, and he could be himself. He was always a bright intelligent boy but when he was comfortable enough to release himself he shone brighter than he ever could have at home. But years of hiding away doesn’t just go away. He remained shy and was immensely surprised at himself when he defied orders and helped in his first battle by standing on the roof and aiding the Warriors below. This lead to a near fatal injury, which in turn resulted in Morgan meeting his Angel. He was appointed Head of Academics just before his 16th birthday and only then did he find the courage to ask her out. The relationship didn’t last long. Angel’s gift of empathy combined with Morgan’s usually tense mood, what with his new responsibilities and general irritation, wasn’t good. So they agreed to separate which, despite being for the better, still hurt at the time.
His new found responsibilities came with another downside. A downside named James Bradley, Head of Warriors. The boy was an insufferable prat. Even in first year he picked on the Carers and the Academics purely because he thought he could get away with it. But even before he became a Head, Morgan wouldn’t take any of James’s primary school teasing. When James took it upon himself to pick on Morgan because of his bookish ways, Morgan retorted with every witty come back he had in his arsenal. The encounter, whilst he got away with his pride intact, still left Morgan shaking slightly as he walked away. After he became Head and the two boys were forced together Morgan started to see James’s better side as he gave one of his own a boll- telling off for taking belongings off an Academic. After that Morgan started to see the dedication and determination James had for his Group. His passion did of course mean that he tried to make some stupid decisions and make the craziest battle strategies that never would have worked in a million years, but it was all because he had so much faith in his Warriors. He believed so full-heartedly in them and in himself that he could see no means of defeat. That was admirable if a little foolish. After their first battle everyone came home for supper (there were of course a few people sent to the hospital wing but mainly it was self-inflicted which is generally what happens when excited 3rd years play with swords). It was a first but not the last. Even after five battles in a year still no lives were lost on the Orchid side. People said it was the coordination between the Heads, especially the Head of Warriors and of Academics. It was a winning formula they said. And Morgan, if he was forced to say it, quite agreed. Despite all the bickering and warfare, Morgan had to admit he appreciated James and found his strength and bravery invaluable. A respect and fondness that, with time, grew deep.
But, on their last year at Orchid Hill Academy for the Gifted, and after one of the hardest battles the pair had overcome, their bond shattered beyond repair. It was never clear to anyone else what happened but what they knew for sure was that it pleased neither of them to behave the way they did. Like they didn’t really want to be at war with each other. Morgan had nothing more to say and nothing more to give except a wave and a glance at the place where he’d been happier than he’d ever been or since.
On the recommendation of the careers advisor at Orchid, Morgan was offered a place in Iceland - the nerve centre and brain of the Global Orchid War. Morgan accepted at once. What else had he? Whilst there, he worked with a woman named Lottie who helped him settle in and she alone befriended him as everyone else worked and lived like robots, even his employer was so emotionally detached and unmotivated he barely did any work himself and nor did he promote good work ethics in his team. Morgan contributed to code-breaking, Orchid Spy Coordination and anti-detection plans but his forte and therefore title and position was Battle Strategist Consultant. Of course the Warrior Generals mostly handled this duty themselves but if there was ever a sudden negative development which meant serious difficulties at the war-front but which needed urgent response, Collins was their man and he made large improvements to the Brazilian and Arctic war zones whilst aiding and supporting several other Generals across the world and he was, on the whole, respected and appreciated by the people he helped. But not by General Anderson for the North African Deserts. The man hated the fact that some pasty little welsh twerp was going round giving men, whose boots he wasn’t fit to lick, orders about how to do their job. And so Morgan was taken back to old times when a boy he once knew treated him like some worthless nerd simply because he wasn’t “one of them” as General Anderson made a point to contradict all of Morgan’s suggestions, most of which crumbled and backfired horrifically on him when Morgan got wind of his comments and apparent “holes” in his strategies. This served only to rile the man more until Morgan had pissed him off so much he lost sight of the cause. His conduct of the battles, especially the larger Sahara Desert, was severely neglectful and poor. In fact they were practically little more than skirmishes on the grand scale of things. But a lot of people there were dying and fast and the Orchid troops were waning terribly. Morgan was informed of the dire situation by an officer under Anderson and Morgan quickly developed a three year action plan for the Desert battles which organised the troops and made for efficient attack and defence movements which were practically viable but unpredictable by the enemy and which would save many lives and help improve the effectiveness of the troops presence rather than just target practise for the enemy. Needless to say, no matter how many messages and spies Morgan sent, his plans never seemed to reach Anderson and they certainly didn’t change the state of affairs on the Desert. Morgan was so frustrated by the incompetence and arrogance of the General that he composed an official complaint which was unfortunately lost on it’s way to Anderson’s superiors. So, when a particularly stressful day (sending the 26th message of the battle plan to North Africa) was done, Morgan arrived “home” (a tiny room pretty much directly above his work desk) to a letter on the floor and by the look of it a letter from the principle of Orchid Hill himself. After a quick scan of the letter, Morgan started to pack what little belongings he owned before crossing the corridor and knocking on Lottie’s door. He handed her the battle plan for the North African Deserts and she vowed she would put them into action if it was the last thing she ever did. Morgan went to his feckless boss (the man who had never rewarded Morgan even though he worked four times as hard and twice as long as his colleagues), informed him of his resignation and was granted permission to leave under the condition that he allowed himself to be put under an enchantment that if he spoke of his or any other work that went on in Iceland he would be immediately paralysed and remain a vegetable until he was found and imprisoned.
On the tiny plane back to Glasgow Airport Morgan couldn’t help but smile to himself. He was going back to where he belonged.
Gifts: Old Magic (incorporates nearly all forms of gift but requires an extreme amount of knowledge and intelligence to be mastered.)
Other: He’s a vegetarian
Group: Teacher (ex-Head of Academics 2000-2003)
Age: 24
Physical Description: Short and very dark brown/black hair just about brushed. Standing at 6 feet exactly he’s very slim with not much muscle, keeping a sort of gangly teenage look. His baby-faced grin adds to his ‘charm’, whatever that is, along with his deep brown eyes which glow vivid yellow with the appliance of magic.
Clothing Description: Just the usual trousers and shirt. He doesn’t like formal wear since it is so restricting and means going places to socialize with tremendously boring people (it also doesn’t do anything for his already juvenile-like form). He prefers to wear light shoes with soft soles, perfect for comfort and pacing about a roomful of books and academic minds at work. He usually wears a brown leather wrist band on his right wrist.
Personality: Kind hearted with a lot of patience which helps a lot in his new profession of teaching. He’s generally socially shy except when faced with intellectual problems and with ignorance when he becomes sharp tongued and oddly confident. If people took the time to think and apply logic or empathy, rather than launching in all guns blazing and destroying what they chose not to understand… well Morgan believes the world would be a better place.
History: Morgan was born in Llangernyw, Wales on the 7th of October 1984. He never knew his father but he believes it’s no loss. At the age of twelve, after years of knowing he was a freak and with only one best friend, Morgan enrolled Orchid Hill Academy. That, Morgan claims, is when his life really started. The people were like him. They had special abilities like his, they understood, and he could be himself. He was always a bright intelligent boy but when he was comfortable enough to release himself he shone brighter than he ever could have at home. But years of hiding away doesn’t just go away. He remained shy and was immensely surprised at himself when he defied orders and helped in his first battle by standing on the roof and aiding the Warriors below. This lead to a near fatal injury, which in turn resulted in Morgan meeting his Angel. He was appointed Head of Academics just before his 16th birthday and only then did he find the courage to ask her out. The relationship didn’t last long. Angel’s gift of empathy combined with Morgan’s usually tense mood, what with his new responsibilities and general irritation, wasn’t good. So they agreed to separate which, despite being for the better, still hurt at the time.
His new found responsibilities came with another downside. A downside named James Bradley, Head of Warriors. The boy was an insufferable prat. Even in first year he picked on the Carers and the Academics purely because he thought he could get away with it. But even before he became a Head, Morgan wouldn’t take any of James’s primary school teasing. When James took it upon himself to pick on Morgan because of his bookish ways, Morgan retorted with every witty come back he had in his arsenal. The encounter, whilst he got away with his pride intact, still left Morgan shaking slightly as he walked away. After he became Head and the two boys were forced together Morgan started to see James’s better side as he gave one of his own a boll- telling off for taking belongings off an Academic. After that Morgan started to see the dedication and determination James had for his Group. His passion did of course mean that he tried to make some stupid decisions and make the craziest battle strategies that never would have worked in a million years, but it was all because he had so much faith in his Warriors. He believed so full-heartedly in them and in himself that he could see no means of defeat. That was admirable if a little foolish. After their first battle everyone came home for supper (there were of course a few people sent to the hospital wing but mainly it was self-inflicted which is generally what happens when excited 3rd years play with swords). It was a first but not the last. Even after five battles in a year still no lives were lost on the Orchid side. People said it was the coordination between the Heads, especially the Head of Warriors and of Academics. It was a winning formula they said. And Morgan, if he was forced to say it, quite agreed. Despite all the bickering and warfare, Morgan had to admit he appreciated James and found his strength and bravery invaluable. A respect and fondness that, with time, grew deep.
But, on their last year at Orchid Hill Academy for the Gifted, and after one of the hardest battles the pair had overcome, their bond shattered beyond repair. It was never clear to anyone else what happened but what they knew for sure was that it pleased neither of them to behave the way they did. Like they didn’t really want to be at war with each other. Morgan had nothing more to say and nothing more to give except a wave and a glance at the place where he’d been happier than he’d ever been or since.
On the recommendation of the careers advisor at Orchid, Morgan was offered a place in Iceland - the nerve centre and brain of the Global Orchid War. Morgan accepted at once. What else had he? Whilst there, he worked with a woman named Lottie who helped him settle in and she alone befriended him as everyone else worked and lived like robots, even his employer was so emotionally detached and unmotivated he barely did any work himself and nor did he promote good work ethics in his team. Morgan contributed to code-breaking, Orchid Spy Coordination and anti-detection plans but his forte and therefore title and position was Battle Strategist Consultant. Of course the Warrior Generals mostly handled this duty themselves but if there was ever a sudden negative development which meant serious difficulties at the war-front but which needed urgent response, Collins was their man and he made large improvements to the Brazilian and Arctic war zones whilst aiding and supporting several other Generals across the world and he was, on the whole, respected and appreciated by the people he helped. But not by General Anderson for the North African Deserts. The man hated the fact that some pasty little welsh twerp was going round giving men, whose boots he wasn’t fit to lick, orders about how to do their job. And so Morgan was taken back to old times when a boy he once knew treated him like some worthless nerd simply because he wasn’t “one of them” as General Anderson made a point to contradict all of Morgan’s suggestions, most of which crumbled and backfired horrifically on him when Morgan got wind of his comments and apparent “holes” in his strategies. This served only to rile the man more until Morgan had pissed him off so much he lost sight of the cause. His conduct of the battles, especially the larger Sahara Desert, was severely neglectful and poor. In fact they were practically little more than skirmishes on the grand scale of things. But a lot of people there were dying and fast and the Orchid troops were waning terribly. Morgan was informed of the dire situation by an officer under Anderson and Morgan quickly developed a three year action plan for the Desert battles which organised the troops and made for efficient attack and defence movements which were practically viable but unpredictable by the enemy and which would save many lives and help improve the effectiveness of the troops presence rather than just target practise for the enemy. Needless to say, no matter how many messages and spies Morgan sent, his plans never seemed to reach Anderson and they certainly didn’t change the state of affairs on the Desert. Morgan was so frustrated by the incompetence and arrogance of the General that he composed an official complaint which was unfortunately lost on it’s way to Anderson’s superiors. So, when a particularly stressful day (sending the 26th message of the battle plan to North Africa) was done, Morgan arrived “home” (a tiny room pretty much directly above his work desk) to a letter on the floor and by the look of it a letter from the principle of Orchid Hill himself. After a quick scan of the letter, Morgan started to pack what little belongings he owned before crossing the corridor and knocking on Lottie’s door. He handed her the battle plan for the North African Deserts and she vowed she would put them into action if it was the last thing she ever did. Morgan went to his feckless boss (the man who had never rewarded Morgan even though he worked four times as hard and twice as long as his colleagues), informed him of his resignation and was granted permission to leave under the condition that he allowed himself to be put under an enchantment that if he spoke of his or any other work that went on in Iceland he would be immediately paralysed and remain a vegetable until he was found and imprisoned.
On the tiny plane back to Glasgow Airport Morgan couldn’t help but smile to himself. He was going back to where he belonged.
Gifts: Old Magic (incorporates nearly all forms of gift but requires an extreme amount of knowledge and intelligence to be mastered.)
Other: He’s a vegetarian
Group: Teacher (ex-Head of Academics 2000-2003)
