“War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.” — J.R.R Tolkien
I Awoke underneath the boughs and canopies of the World Tree. It towers over my lands, trunk stretching into the firmaments and roots digging deep, briding the divides to the Otherrealms. I left my home hoping to find Enlightenment, a wanderer without a destination, a searcher lacking a quest, a knight errant with neither stirrups nor lance. I have begged for alms with the dervishes of Anatolia, and I have hunted with eagles in the mountains of Kyrgyzstan. I have danced at weddings in Phnom Penh, and I have whispered secrets to the spirits of the Grand Canyon.
They were the ones that told me of Yggdrasil's sapling.
Morgonlilja's interest in body art goes beyond amusement and aesthetics: it has an almost spiritual component to her. Her skin is a canvas, and a well-used one at that, every tattoo and piercing that adorns her body having its own significance to her.
Martial Arts Practitioner:
Despite her slender frame, she is an Arrow through and through, relying on speed and momentum over raw power in battle. She regularly hones her hand-to-hand skill at local gyms, still learning and improving. Looking for a round in the ring?
The Vagrant Traveller:
Wisdom is gained through experience, being exposed to new ideas and thoughts, and meeting people with different perspectives and beliefs. She has travelled around the globe, and even now she is restless, exploring the streets and neighbourhoods of Philadelphia.
Into the Shadow:
Morgonlilja takes a great interest in all things relating to spirits, regardless of which side of the Gauntlet they exist. The Wise do not exactly have the same philosophy as the Uratha when it comes to these matters, but she tries to tread respectfully.
Master Morgonlilja,
Arrow and Shaman on the Path to the Primal Wild,
Supernal Realm of Spirit and Life, and Abode of Beasts,
Talon of the Quiver of the Martyr's Tree
of the Lesser Convocation of the Northeast,
Master of Life,
Adept of Spirit,
Disciple of Prime and Fate.
The unbridled vitality of the Primal Wild itself follows in Morgonlilja's wake; life singes its way through the veins of those around her, and it seeps from their pores, their hearts pumping stronger and their limbs filling with energy. Impulses and whims take precedent over reason, deep-rooted instincts bubbling up to the surface, coaxed by the humming of the Singing Stone.
Immediate Nimbus:
An urge to move fills those that witness her immediate Nimbus, stillness reeking with the rot of stagnation and death — leap, flee, dance thrash, do something, do anything, climb, chase, run till your fucking heart gives out.
Signature Nimbus:
Her signature Nimbus is characterized by lungs burning with fatigue, legs trembling, and exhaustion etching deep into bones, all accompanied by a taste of blood in the mouth and a feeling of sheer satisfaction.
