[attr="class","rcplotter2right2"]MORGAN WOLF

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Thrown out into the world, the colours fade, not so much as an inkling of direction left to guide. Till fate guides his steps, till he hears the brilliant red of a man who knows just what needs to be done, till once more he knows what he has to do. Black, absolute and unyielding, dominating. A grinning skull, a voice that croons out the most deliciously violent acts to be done on oneself, to reveal every dark, dark secret. The big bad wolf.[break][break]

Sandy hair, stylishly cut, vibrant sneakers and backward hats. A freelance artist who has a love for painting and photography, along with the rare ability to see colours in sound. Charismatic and cheery, he's the type that seems to shine a light in whatever dark alley he passes - the opposite, in fact, is more true. Yet all this is justified, to him at least, by the fact that something has to be done, and that he will do whatever he needs to do it. The city is all too bleak, infested by the sickly shades of people who care only for themselves, for climbing the ladder of success, the ladder built of bones, of the fallen.[break][break]

YOUR PRESENCE IS SOMEWHAT PLEASING

He comes across as far more enthusiastic than he really is, simply by virtue of a loud, colourful appearance. Bold, humorous, Morgan has little difficulty in initiating conversation when he wishes to, being a social creature. That being said, he can live without, preferring to do things by himself and not involve others. The path between simple acquaintances to actual friends is a fairly precarious one, and though he's capable of having plenty of good times with just about anyone, actual friendship tends to sneak up on him and bite him in the arse rather rudely. Nonetheless, he is definitely someone you want on your side, regardless of whether simply as an acceptable associate or an actual friend. The latter of which occasionally tends to bear the brunt of his artistic flair, including the skillful snapshots of rather flattering candid moments.[break][break]

DO ME A FAVOUR AND JUMP OFF THAT BRIDGE

It is by virtue of being in this revolution that he is hated, for his work is kept in shadow and secrecy. Victims rarely have anything good to say of him, though they often fail to find a name to their nameless torturer. Common variations include "that bastard", "absolute psycho" and "bloody madman" among others (despite his calm denial that such is not the case). Morgan, as people actually know him, is considerably more likeable and therefore sees little reason why people would dislike him. On the other hand, he doesn't find it particularly difficult in finding fault in others, but actually holding those against them is a different matter entirely. That is to say, if they aren't the very people he is fighting against. In that case, Morgan very much feels they deserve a fair share of hatred. [break][break]

SURPRISINGLY, I ENJOY SPENDING TIME WITH YOU

Despite an ability to appreciate the aesthetic, for lack of a better word, of a person, the strong desire to bed someone has never quite touched him. There was experimentation, whisked away to those dreadfully loud (colours clashing, all too bright even for his taste) places people called clubs on what was known as 'wingman duty'. Pretty people who soon decided that chiseled jaws and sharp eyes could be probably be more easily found on someone who wanted to indulge in simple pleasures. It's a taste, not quite what he hears of, but a glimpse nonetheless. Unsurprisingly, the dull, drab existence he found himself leading until not too recently has given him little opportunity to seek out any romances. Also, a fairly recent discovery he has made - "I've got a big heart, I can love more than one person, can't I?"[break][break]

HI AND BYE, WHAT WAS YOUR NAME AGAIN?

One cannot simply go about life without meeting people from all walks of life, whether they be of the likeable sort or the less pleasant variation. Morgan has certainly met all sorts of people, be they clients/employers for various art projects, or the random people he sketches while occupying his regular spot in the cafe. Curiousity drives a need to find out more about the other revolutionists, so plots of those kind are most welcome. In fact, all the plots are welcome! I don't have as many ideas as you might think, ahaha so pls just throw ideas at me bruh [break][break]