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Name: Morag Marsaili MacDougal
Journal: warmscotch | warmscotch
Character's Age/Birthday: 15th March 1980 | 20
Former House: Ravenclaw.
Bloodline: Pure.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Current Location: Exiled to a flat in Notting Hill, London (until she marries).
Occupation: Free-lance charms. Mora -would- say Farmer and Horse Trainer. But her Grandmother has sacked her till she conforms to the old bag's wishes. So she does random bits of charms work for people when she finds a challenge to keep herself occupied.

Anything special: Morag's one of those amazing people that can go either way...and no, not sexually. She actually thinks homosexuals are unnatural and disgusting (though she has no real reason). No... depending on what happens to her in game she can either change her bloodist ideals, remain neutral (but prejudiced), or she can go to the dark side. It's fun because you never know what's going to happen!

PB: Asia Argento.

Background and History: FAMILIAL HISTORY: Morag hails from a family of Scottish purebloods. The MacDougals became famous amongst pure blooded society for marrying purebloods outside of Britain (typically) since the late 19th century. The line, like so many others, is at the end of it's last root with Morag and will likely end with her. Morag's Mother gave custody of her baby to the Mother of the baby's Father (who died of Dragon Pox in 1980). The woman was not ready for a child, and was engaged to another wizard and couldn't have the scandal. As such, the only true family that Morag counts in her life is her Grandmother, Marsaili. The relationship has been rather strained considering their ages and the changes in their generations. However, each cares for the other in their own way, though Morag hasn't realised that.

PERSONAL HISTORY: Morag Marsaili MacDougal was born at six in the morning on the most blustery March day that 1980 saw. Her Mother had been engaged to another man who wasn't Angus MacDougal, and so had gone into hiding to birth her child. An arrangement had been made to save the woman's reputation and Morag, as she was named, was given to her grandmother, Marsaili MacDougal, as her father had died of dragon pox.

Her first few years of life weren't that bad. She displayed her first signs of magic at the age of three when she fell off of a horse that was too big for her and bounced along the ground until she stood, unharmed. Her Grandmother had never been more proud of the girl, and allowed her alot of freedom, as everyone who worked for the woman on her farm would look out for the independent child. However, at the age of six, things were changing fast.

Marsaili began to teach Morag how to be a proper pure-blooded lady, and when that failed, as Mora had absolutely no interest in tea parties and balls, things became tense. Marsaili tried and tried to control her wild Granddaughter but Morag would have none of it. She preferred horse riding and helping with the herding to dressing up like a lady or, pretending to be Morgana. When she wanted to relax she'd take a book and read in the meadows or on a bed of hay . Reading was her only other love, besides rough-housing with the help or cantering around the property on her beloved pony, Nightmare.

Life was pretty simple, and then on a warm day in June of 1991, Morag received her Hogwarts letter. She was ready for the next phase of her life. And she was excited.

Morag attended the Sorting her first year and was expecting herself to end up in Slytherin. Instead she found herself in Ravenclaw, something she'd resented from the start. She didn't care what the hat had told her about she was better off in Ravenclaw. What did a hat know?! Her first couple of years were normal, Morag went to class and did her school work when the courses weren't too boring. She alienated herself from her house-mates and soon realised that all of her friends were Slytherin and Fliers and Men. A fact that her Grandmother didn't like.

The war came, and at first it didn't effect her much and she didn't care. That was until her seventh year when Voldemort changed things. She'd been pleased with the muggleborn registration, knowing it'd keep mudbloods out of school. She wasn't happy about the mandatory Muggle Studies and found it boring and unnecessary. Defense was another thing as she was permitted to put more of her Dark Arts knowledge to use. She passed with flying colours despite the fact that her teacher was a 'pompous ass for brains.'

Morag had been studying the dark arts in theory since she was a young one, and the summer before her seventh year had begun to perform the curses and hexes she'd researched and (hopefully) perfected on her muggle neighbor's livestock. The battle of Hogwarts allowed her to practice her experiments on humans without the real risk of being caught. And she practiced on Death Eaters and Students alike. She spent a month in St. Mungo's, having received spell damage from an errant spell a Death Eater had shot at Neville Longbottom. She is now horribly scarred from navel to her left knee. Afterwards, she destroyed her wand and purchased a new one just in case anyone had seen her and gone to the Ministry.

She finished school with N.E.W.T.S. in Charms, Transfiguration, Arithmancy and History of Magic. She was suspended a total of 5 times throughout school for fights... and received numerous detentions as a result of people falling victim to her short temper. Still, she'd made the most of it. At least now she could be her own person. Or so she though. At least she'd narrowly missed being expelled as well.

She was informed just before she left school that she was engaged to the neighboring Urquhart heir. The family had been trying to marry into the old Scottish family for years. It was a land match. Nothing more. And Morag had every intention on ending it anyway she could.

Refusing her engagement, Marsaili decided that drastic measures were needed. And so, she purchased a flat in Notting Hill in London and sent Morag off to live there, on the understanding that she could only return home and would only gain her inheritance when she resigned herself to her fate and married her intended.

Morag's been in London since July of 1998.


Personality: Morag is a hypocrite in many ways. She's afraid of being alone, yet she pushes people away when she feels they're getting too close. She's a firm purist without actually having thought of why. She expects people to do as she says, then does what she wants them not to do. She's a bitch at the best of times if she feels you are either beneath her or if she just plain doesn't like you. Her circle of friends is small and most of the male ones are her exes. She doesn't associate well with girls in general and doesn't trust the vast majority of them.

Morag is a Ravenclaw for a reason. She is extremely clever...when she applies herself. She loves to learn. She has a keen fascination for the study of the Dark Arts, but is still a beginner. When Mora finds something that interests her, she studies it to the point of obsession. However, she sometimes doesn't have the sense that God gave a goose. Usually when she's angry or hurt. At that point her emotions are entirely unfettered and she tends to make mistakes.

People tend to see her as a bitch who's likely a bit mad. But she doesn't care. Most people are 'beneath' her to begin with and why should she be nice to filth? Some people just see her as pathetic. Others think something terrible happened to her as a child to make her so mean. All in all, she's a bully.

Morag and her Grandmother fought often. So much so that she spent most of her time working hard on the farm to help keep it going and to just...get away. She didn't have the nice things that families like the Malfoys had simply because her Grandmother is hording everything until her grandchild is married, and has never been bothered to really fix the place up.

She does have a heart, a sense of humour, and all of those nice things that make people want to know other people. It's just...buried, unless you're a creature of some sort. And takes loads of time and effort to be dug out of her. But it's worth it in the end. She's much like an injured wild animal. She requires patience and understanding and an open mind and heart.

Where is s/he headed?: Morag just wants to go back to her land, run it as she sees fit and be her own boss. Unfortunately she can't until she does what her Gran wishes...something Mora bridles at and refuses to do... she despises London and feels with each passing day that Marsaili is slowly, but steadily, winning.


Sample Journal Entry: I'm going to kill the bitch. My Grandmother can go to hell. My inheritance be damned. I am NOT fucking getting married in the next 3 months. I don't give a bloody damn what she thinks. I fucking refuse to be tied down to some incompetant fuck or whichever pureblooded male she finds that she deems worthy of me. No one is fucking good enough because I guarantee you there's no one alive who understands me and would care enough to not try to tie me down. She'll never fucking understand I'm not a fucking lady.

She still wants me to marry Urquhart because it'd be a fantastic land match. But she says now she's in too much of a hurry to be picky. I hate the bitch. My feelings aren't important.

So what are my choices now?

I want to fucking KILL her. But I can't even do that. She's set up her will so that I don't get shit unless I marry and have children. She'll fucking make me poor and homeless unless I do what she says. I love how everyone in my life who has ever been supposed to care about me has either abandoned me or fucking tried to use me for their own ends.

And you all wonder why I hate people.

Sample RP Scenario: From a PSL where Morag sells Horses to Draco

Morag had been working one of her draughts in the round pen when the wards signaled someone approaching. She'd stopped the beast and tied him to the fencing before moving to the apparation point. Draco Malfoy was, far and large, someone she would never find herself liking, befriending, or even tolerating in any fashion. The same with his world and the people in it. Still, she did rather like doing business with him, if only because he knew his horses and she'd never expected that.

As predicted, she had a pen full of prospects for the girl, all precisely what Draco had asked for. She also was smarter than he gave her credit for and was used to the way he bought. Her best prospects were still in their paddocks. All good beasts, but the penned ones she knew wouldn't be good enough for the prat...even if because they'd been the ones offered. As she strode towards her client, and his rather prissy cousin, she forced a smile on her face as her dark eyes squinted slightly in the sunlight.

"Yer welcome, Draco, as always my work can wait if ye're comin' ta buy." Well... really, she had no choice. She had squibs to handle anything she didn't want to handle herself but she always did her wizarding deals. The muggle ones she left to her dealer. But when she was dealing with gold... she dealt in person. "Alrigh' Katya?" She nodded slightly as the taller and far more elegant woman smiled slightly. Morag never had understood why women trapped themselves in bones and enjoyed choking the life out of their bodies with them...as she looked briefly over Katya's corseted form. She returned her gaze to the tall blonde.

"Ye know me well enough ta know I've exactly whae ye want. If ye'll jist come over here...Sorry Mrs. Lestrange...I don' really have anythin' fancy enough fer ye...but ye're welcome to sit in th' house whilst we sort this. I think Luag's in there finishin' his breakfast." She waved a hand dismissively...at Luag, not the lady. She had animals to care for and was always up and out by half five...it never ceased to amaze her how lazy he could be in the mornings.