Morrigan Avalon

Morrigan parents, Aurora and Viridian, were the only hunters available to protect a town rendered defenseless by sabotage 17 years ago. The power grid had been shot down in the dead of the night, causing fear among the populace and attracting the hordes of the Grimm. Morrigan could only ever find rumors and wild theories about what happened. Facts are: When reinforcements arrived, the Grimms were defeated and Aurora was found dead, killed by Viridian’s weapon. Viridian was tracked down to his residence, following the trail of blood, where he was found smiling at a baby, her, talking like a madman. He was incarcerated in an asylum and Morrigan was given into adoption to a distant Uncle.

That uncle was a trash of a human being. A very rich and successful trash, abusing her at every opportunity. When she was hold enough to realise what he was doing to her, she owed him everything. Her upbringing, education and beloved singing career. Smart and resolute to gain her independence despite her age, she started putting aside her own money into personal accounts and made very lucrative investments into dust mining. Things were looking up. Until the White Fang strikes. She lost everything she had saved to their raids. She sunk into depression, not knowing when she’d finally be free. She wished her uncle could just die.

And so he did, only a year ago. It happened during one of their ‘sessions’. He suddenly gasped for breath as a blade pierced through his chest and blood gushed out, soaking her with crimson. Viridian, whom she recognised from pictures, had escaped and come to rescue her. She was saved.

But she wasn’t. She simply stumbled from the frying pan into the fire. Viridian took her away and sequestered her into a hidden laboratory. She would have taken degrading and humiliation any day over straight down torture. Viridian would observe, experiment, cut through, barely maintaining her alive, all the while rambling about how he ‘’couldn’t find it’’.

One month ago, he did. He looked so… happy. And all she could think about was how much she hated him, how much she wanted him gone as her aura was unlocked by him. The first thing her aura did, before even healing her extensive wounds, was splattering him on a wall. The first thing she did, before even understanding what happened, was vomit whatever she could.

She left and didn’t look back. She needed to do something with herself, but seeing the smile of fans was now churning her insides for reasons she couldn’t fathom. She had to understand. She had to learn more about what happened to her parents, about the Grimm, the event. She had to become a hunter. With no combat training and only her skills with dust learned for her shows only the most underrated hunter academy would take her in…

Morrigan runs out of the laboratory, barely seeing what was around her and find herself out in the open, panting. She’s drenched in sweat, hair undone, smells like vomit, wearing nothing but loose surgical gowns and she’s panting.

She looks around, completely lost. She’s in a silent street, with sporadic houses lit by dust lamps.

She shivers. It’s night time. Probably autumn if the leaves colors were anything to go by.

A girl pass by and they notice each other. The girl tilted her head intrigued. Then with a smile that could have lit up the night she rushed to her.

‘’Are you Morrigan?! You are aren’t you? That is so awesome! I’m a huge fan! I was devastated when you disappeared one year ago! Are you shooting for a movie? Is that why? Can I get your autograph?’’

The girl was rummaging through her bag frantically now. Morrigan would have emptied her stomach on her if she still could. Instead, hissing words escaped her clenched teeth.

‘’…hell no…’’

The girl startled and looked her over, not sure she understood. She seemed to finally notice the state Morrigan was in.

‘’Are you… okay?’’

Morrigan burst out, lashing her voice out through the cold of the night.

‘’Do I look okay to you?! I’m standing here half-naked smelling like an Oum Forsaken Skunk! I’m hungry, cold and I need a blasted shower! Now wipe that stupid grin of your face and lend me some freaking clothes!”