Appearance
Morgan Bartholomew Sorenn is an attractive human female of average height and weight. She maintains an hourglass figure, walks with confident swagger and wears her signature smirk at all times. Her eyes are aquatic blue, contrasting her naturally tanned lips and dark makeup. She has an athletic body, alluring posture and a demeanor that fits as easily in the slums of Nar Shaddaa as the higher societies of Coruscant. Now, in her thirties, she is no exaggerated visage of beauty, but her air of maturity and confidence still draw enough attention to her. She usually sports a short, black and tidy haircut which only slightly falls over her eyes.
Distinguishing Marks
Morgan's entire body, from the neckline down, is covered in various tattoo. Most are simple mementos of past memories she finds particularly important, like the names of the people she cares for most. However, hidden under her clothes are also gang tattoos as well as visually stunning masterpieces from different cultures. Her legs are canvased with two long, swirling, ornate dragons while her has an intricate design of unknown origin which is often the topic of rumors among her crew. She also has a barely visible Black Sun tattoo directly underneath her breasts. Her chest is inked with various designs from different cultures, including her personal symbol, a human skull in a kraken's jaws.
Apart from the tattoos, Morgan has a great many scars all over her body, mostly from stab wounds, slug shots and blaster burns. Her disfigured skin is mostly covered by tattoos, however, and many of the scars aren't even visible unless touched.
Attire
When she wants to blend in or when she expects a fight, Morgan wears comfortable, tight pants and soft leather jackets to accent her figure, as well as cheap, but tight shirts or corsets that don’t make her stand out too much. She wears her usual high-heeled, knee-high boots, which she finds equally comfortable and stylish. Most of the time, especially in a fight, she wears a compact utility belt with all her gadgets and gizmos, as well as a thigh holster for her saber, and shoulder straps under her jacket that hold her dual pistols. In other, less dangerous situations, she prefers to wear haute couture or other similarly classy clothing made specifically for her, especially high quality leathers, silks and furs.
- Lightsaber - thigh holster
- 2x Blaster pistols - shoulder straps
- Flash grenade - belt
- Stun grenade - belt
- Ion grenade - belt
- Smoke grenade - belt
- Rebreather - belt
Personal Image
One glance from a beautiful woman is usually enough to stop any man in his tracks, and Morgan's aquatic blue eyes are her most noticeable feature as well as a potent weapon. She can undress you, disarm you and make you cower in terror in one glance, and has even earned a bit of reputation for her fearlessness in using her own body against her marks, which can make people wary of her if they know her.
She often uses her eyes as an expression outlet, displaying anything from rage to affection in a very clear and precise way. She has been known to cower grizzled veterans, cutthroats and mob bosses. By mastering her expressions and her emotions, Morgan always has perfect control of them. She uses this skill for a wide range of situations, from diplomatic talks and combat situations to flirty conversations in the local bar.
Sorenns are known for being slippery and tricky individuals and Morgan, in particular, must have been born under a lucky star. She has an uncanny knack for surviving sticky situations when her life is threatened. Having endured many perilous losses and lived to see another day, to the people who know her, Morgan seems to be one of the luckiest and most stubborn individuals alive. She is well known for surviving against the toughest odds, if by the skin of her teeth.
Despite that, though, Morgan's luck never seemed to hold up in her personal life, and she's suffered many heartbreaks and bad endings for one reason or another. She might survive some awful odds, but it seems like she survives to live alone, and even that luck is bound to dry up eventually.
Morgan is a spacer who has lived by her own wits most of her life. She enjoys a lifestyle free of rules and regulations and often has a hard time settling down in one place. She has never had a home with a warm hearth and a loving family, nor has she ever considered Nar Shaddaa or Corellia her home planets. A starship's greasy, filthy, ozone-smelling interior is as homely as it gets for her.
This lifestyle comes with one particular code: Live free, die free. This kind of attitude has put her at odds with many law-enforcing organizations and authorities throughout the galaxy, as well as some of her employers, since she has absolutely no respect for bullies, the self-centered and petty and especially authority that is not earned through respect.
As Morgan would say: Nothing in the 'verse is ever black and white. She has never viewed the universe as being limited to a battle between good and evil or between dark and light. As such, she has no interest in Jedi or Sith philosophy. For Morgan, they are both children fighting over toys. She has as little love for war-mongering machinations of the Sith, as the pacifist code of the Jedi. Instead, she keeps to her mercenary lifestyle and views the Force as a necessary tool to keep herself alive. She puts little value in eldrich power and values courage more than any other trait, even if it leads to an untimely death.
Being extremely perceptive by nature, as a rule Morgan evaluates her surroundings in detail and keeps her eyes open. This force of habit, developed through many years of surviving in the gloomiest holes in the 'verse, has saved her life more than once. Her uncanny Perceptiveness, and her superior Intellect, have also made her into a good on-the-fly tactician when it comes to sticky situations that require improvisation and a quick wit, such as being pushed into a corner or being caught in an ambush.
However, when it comes to actual battlefield tactics, planning, or indeed, even coordinating small groups of people into a coherent formation, unless they're a ship's crew, Morgan falls flat on her face. She would rather leave the "complexities of kicking each other" to more experienced individuals.
Morgan is remorseless when her life is in danger and will endeavor, as best she can, to permanently remove anyone threatening her well-being. She is temperamental and often uses any weapons at her disposal to incapacitate or eliminate her enemies, or force them them retreat. Pompous, chest-pumping speeches and unnecessary delays are a hindrance and an annoyance that only lead to an untimely death, and she has neither the patience nor the inclination to indulge in them. She puts hardly any value on her enemies' lives so once her blaster is out, it's usually out to kill or wound without hesitation. She has a penchant for killing if only to remove the chance at future retaliation, which usually results in her gaining even more enemies.
Master (+5) |
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Adept (+4) | |
Proficient (+3) | |
Trained (+2) | |
Learned (+1) | |
Mediocre (+0) |
Master (+5) |
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Adept (+4) | |
Disciple (+3) | |
Studied (+2) | |
Initiate (+1) |
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Primary Martial Art | None |
Secondary Martial Art | None |
Primary Lightsaber Form | Sokan |
Secondary Lightsaber Form | None |