Recent content by Morgan Moonbane

As the woman made her pitch Morgan's black locks began to slowly cascade back over his face. She wanted him to gain the trust of a Sith, with the intention of spying on and betraying them? He'd just got here and already he was being dragged in to another person's schemes - the Sith and...

Morgan audibly chuckles at her opening statement, crossing his legs over in the opposite direction. "I'm not sitting here 'like an edgelord' expecting anything to fall into my lap - I'm sitting here eating lunch." He edgily pushes his black locks of infinite darkness out of his eyes, back onto...

Worth tolerating? Morgan's head tilts in disbelief before he looks over his shoulder to ensure that it was definitely him she was talking to. It had been years since anyone had spoken to him like that. His eyes meticulously assessed her appearance, from her outfit to her equipment. A razor-sharp...

As soon as his cracked voice had left his lips, he'd wished he could've snatched it out of the air. His cheeks involuntarily flushed from embarassment, and he cleared his throat. Nothing was stuck in it, he just needed to warm up the muscle before he tried to speak again. This was mortifying...

Morgan's pale green eyes peeked out between his messy black locks and meticulously scanned the other acolytes in the mess hall. A silent disdain was not so quietly painted on his face. He could tell that most of them were judging him - or worse - ignoring him! To them, he was just the dirty...