Life started out so promising for Morgana Crystlamir. Born to high ranking parents in the newly formed Tir Tairngire, she had the best that life could offer. Love, security, happiness. Dull dull dull, if you had asked the young Morgana. She enjoyed only one thing of her life, learning the ways of the mysterious magics.. and the ways of her Emerging race.. the Elves.
At the tender as of four, while traveling with her parents, she barely survived the Night of Rage. Forced to watch the murders of her parents and newborn brother, she has blocked those memories from her mind.
Orphaned as she was at such a young age, she wandered the streets, avoiding the growing violence and surviving the streets of Seattle.
Enter.. the Ancients.
She was six when she first saw them ride through Seattle. She remembers it like it were yesterday, scrounging for food among the refuse and trash. The noise of their bikes was like a thousand doped-up bees, and the sunlight flashed brilliantly off of the chrome and steel.
Morgana resolved the leader first, tall and pale, his lean body sheathed in white and black leather; he was a king, sitting astride a majestic throne of blood red steel and chrome. Those following him were like him, all young proud and brash, and all Elves, she touched her ears, like her..
She remained hidden in the shadows as the gang pulled to a stop in front of the Stuffer Shack across the street. With her rudimentary and rarely used talent for magic, she managed to conceal herself and follow the Ancients to their hideout, where she was discovered by the Ancient's street mage, and Elf called Uncle.
Needless to say, he took her under his wing, seeing much in her that had been in himself at a young age. Her magical talents thought hot sufficient to become a mage were perfect to aid in battle. So she learned, and became a fighting adept.
Her life with the Ancients was an easy one, until she came of the battling age, 13. That day, at the crack of dawn, Mephisto, the gang leader, came into her room. With his second, Belasco, and two other elder gang members, they taught Morgana the meaning of being "one of the girls", and they demonstrated to her, the price she would pay.. if ever she were to abandon the gang. She still bears the scarlet scar, upon her abdomen, stretching from her left hip down and across, to her right thigh.
She survived those days barely, while Uncle was her only salvation from pain. It was that year that Morgana learned what kind of Elf Mesphisto really was and he was not a kind or forgiving one.
Not long after her sixteenth birthday, the branch of the Ancient's to which she belonged were geeked by members of the Crimson Crush gang in a violent turf war. Among the survivors were Morgana and Uncle, though he was fatally wounded.
Uncle brought her to one of his chummers who owed him a great favor. Sally Tsung. The infamous street mage herself. Morgana considered that, her first introduction to the real shadows, and has run with Sally and her comrades since then.
She ended up in this realm of Dragonhold after getting careless on a run. Her mind had been on a recent and turbulent emotional relationship with Dodger, an Elven decker, instead of on the team's run at a Renraku Corp Branch Office. She was caught in the center of a magical crossfire, blacked out and woke up here...
Here... and here is where she wishes to stay. She has given up hope that those in Seattle are still looking for her, and she has given up hope of ever finding a way home from this side. So she has decided to make the best of her life here, and has found someone that she feels emotionally for like she hasn't in a long while. But, fear is fear and she must conquer hers before...
"A little deeper was a fear of falling in love without reservation, of commiting herself to someone who might be snatched from her. Or simply leave her. But if you never really fall in love, you can never really miss it. (She did not dwell on this sentiment, dimly aware that it did not ring quite true.) Also if she never really fell in love with someone, she could never realy betray him...."