Morgo Le'Shaad
Name Morgo Le'Shaad
Position Scientist/Fugitive
Character Information
| Written by | Nguyen | |
| Title(s) | Scholar (renounced); Duchess | |
| Gender | Female | |
| Species | Human | |
| Age | 27 | |
| Class/Occupation | Scientist/Scholar/Fugitive | |
| Affiliation | Neutral | |
| Alignment | -20 | |
| Born | 1,190 ABY | |
| Homeworld | Dromache | |
| Weapon(s) of Choice | Her brain, Le’Shaad cortosis stave  |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 6’1” | |
| Skin Colour | White | |
| Weight | 129 lbs | |
| Hair Color | Dark Blonde | |
| Eye Color | Pale Gray | |
| Physical Description | 99% of the time, Morgo’s curtain of straight, dark blonde hair is clinically pulled back and gathered at the nape of her neck as a bun, twisted into an intricate and unshakeable knot. A life spent working in sterile laboratories has made Morgo a creature of habit, and errant strands of hair can (and will) contaminate experimental results. It is only in the privacy of her room that Morgo allows herself to let her hair down. Morgo is quite tall for a woman, slender boned and of slight figure. Her musculature, while somewhat toned, is still soft around the edges from a life lived in luxury. Kept indoors for too long, her skin is pale and seemingly unblemished. But up close Morgo’s skin is marked by small scars; insignificant really, mostly just faded, round needle marks dutifully hidden under clothing. But they are there, regardless. Her eyes are a pale kind of gray, flint hard and watchful. Her painted lips, when not pressed into a thin, vaguely disdainful line, are pulled into an utterly polite smile—learning long ago in royal courts how to wield politeness like a weapon. |
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| Form of Dress | The jewels, traditional gowns, heavy robes and silks—all in navy and silver, but dominated by white (the colors of House Le’Shaad) were cast off the moment of Morgo’s renouncement as Duchess of House Le’Shaad upon her sentencing and conviction at court. Now for the sake of survival, Morgo only wears a black thermal turtleneck under a white, close-fit jumpsuit, tucked into heavy boots. And over that, Morgo drapes a bolt of cloth over her like a shawl or cloak, hiding the upper half of her body. Morgo prefers it be a non-descript brown, but cloaks are unfortunately easily destroyed, and beggars can’t be choosers. The only constant of her guise is the all-white, high collared jumpsuit Morgo wears, having not forgotten her noble heritage completely. It’s rather conspicuous for someone who’s supposed to be hiding, but the cloak is there for a reason. And despite her lowly status as a fugitive, Morgo has spared no expense to ensure the fine quality of the cloth she wears, banal as the whole may be. Luxury, it seems, is harder to forgo than family. |
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| Prosthetics/Cybernetics | None |
Important Figures
| Mentor(s) | Acheron Le’Shaad (Duke Scholar of Dromache; father; renowned scholar/historian; respected scientist on Midi-chlorians ; deceased) | |
| Mentee(s) | None | |
| Lover(s)/Partner(s) | None | |
| Children | None | |
| Father | Acheron Le’Shaad (Duke Scholar of Dromache; Le’Shaad Patriarch; deceased) | |
| Mother | Andraste Le’Shaad (Duchess of Dromache; Le’Shaad Matriarch) | |
| Brother(s) | Castinnius Fen (step-brother; formerly betrothed; brain-dead) | |
| Sister(s) | None | |
| Other | Step-Father: Markus Fen (step-father; Acheron’s lab assistant ; deceased) Betrothed: Castinnius Fen (formerly betrothed ; step-brother; brain-dead) |
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Personality & Traits
| General Overview | A lot of things could be said of Morgo. Nice is not one. Patient is. Morgo’s experience in politics and as a historian has taught her that the only constant of humanity across the galaxy and throughout time, is the deception. Their mouths always lie. Yet Morgo judges no one for it. Hell, Morgo’s entire life in the Dromachean royal court has revolved around the escalation of deception .She is simply more aware of that truth than others, and treads accordingly. Morgo intends to survive at all costs. And in retrospect—once nobility and now a fugitive—Morgo’s goals have changed little. Morgo has no love for innocence. She doesn’t treasure or grasp for the pure white bliss of ignorance. After all, she has never known it. Morgo doesn’t care for the weak and helpless of the galaxy, sparing them little mind as a race quite alien to herself. Ever the staunch fatalist, Morgo believes in survival of the fittest. The weak will always fall prey to someone, and the innocent will always break or die before breaking. Thus, even if in a generous mood, Morgo doesn’t bother trying to protect anyone. And no. There is no deep and hidden part of Morgo, romantically kept beneath the ruins of a child’s dream that tugs at her bleeding heart for the sake of the helpless. What heart? She’d discarded it as a child, and has felt lighter ever since. And if Morgo ever stumbled upon her heart again? She’d sooner slap it on a tray and dissect it than place it back in the metaphorical hollow of her chest… because for Morgo, there isn’t a thing in the galaxy that can’t be broken down, dissected and analyzed. Even the mind. Everyone becomes a specimen to Morgo, and picking them apart: cataloguing their every emotion and reaction, is Morgo’s favorite pastime. |
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| Strengths & Weaknesses | Morgo’s strength of will, intense focus, utter restraint and control over mind and body are her greatest strengths. Especially when it comes to her own survival, Morgo’s willpower is unshakeable. It makes her quite amendable to any course of action that ensures her continued survival and freedom, ethics be damned. With her mild exterior and damsel-in-distress face, not many anticipate the ruthless lengths she is all too willing to go if it means a permanent solution to a problem of hers. Yet it is her very nearly moronic overconfidence in her own ability to disarm and escape that places her in the greatest danger. Accustomed to the safety her noble station once offered her, Morgo unfortunately has no concept of censoring her thoughts or holding her tongue. No day is complete without condescending someone and Morgo is well aware that one of these days, she’ll be violently murdered for it. It amuses her that her last act may very well be pissing someone off. Ironic really, because her very first act of being born pissed off a lot of people, too. It is only because Morgo often knows how to put her mouth where her credits are that she has managed to keep all her limbs attached (at the right angle)to her body. Clever, Morgo has escaped more than her fair share of potentially ugly situations. Unfortunately, it has only made her bolder. |
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| Ambitions | Once, Morgo played the game of politics for the sake of the game—intrigue, alliances, subterfuge and power the cornerstones of her everyday life. But as Morgo flees from one planet to the next, what her ambitions are now is hard to say. Beyond her quest for more knowledge of the galaxy, its hidden histories, of Jedi, of Sith and everything in between, Morgo’s own desires are something of a mystery. | |
| Interests and Hobbies | Outside of science, research, ancient texts and holocrons, very little interests Morgo— a consummate scholar before anything else. Spurred by her drive for more and more knowledge, by the age of 26, Morgo completed her second doctorate in Genetics, her first being a doctorate in Humanoid Biology. At the age of 27, Morgo was decorated with the prestigious title of Scholar (title only for the most dedicated and learned nobles on Dromache) after passing the Shibboleth, a multi-year test to prove her dedication as a disciple of knowledge. Circumstance saw to it that Morgo’s education would end there, however, and her many projects on isolating genes responsible for midi-chlorian count were shut down indefinitely. Now on the run, Morgo can hardly afford to set up shop and continue her research in peace. |
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| Languages | Galactic Basic, High Galactic ; Can read: Common Sith, and High Sith |
Skills/Abilities
| Fighting Style | Morgo knows little to nothing of blasters, lightsabers, or hand-to-hand combat. That said, even if she did know a thing or two, the physicality needed to fight with brute strength is something Morgo is desperately lacking. With the body of an academic, Morgo fights the only way she knows how—with her mind. Strategy, tactics and evasion are her strong spots. What Morgo lacks in strength she makes up for with her quick-thinking, intelligence, and speed. A rudimentary education in physics can do wonders when you’re up against a larger man. But as a last resort, Morgo can fall back upon her training on the art of spear-play, particularly skilled with the cortosis staff(one half lightspear, one half electrostaff) On Dromache, spear-play is the gentlemanly sport of aristocrat (like fencing was on Earth), the cortosis staff being the legendary weapon of the Scholars that played a large role in the ancient history of Dromache. Knowing how to wield the light-spear is a fundamental part of being a Scholar: who are not only the keepers but also the sentinels of the knowledge and history housed in the Archives. The Le’Shaad Stave (hidden on her person) that Morgo wields is an ancestral weapon from another age, passed on for generations—meant only to be held by those who became Scholars. Morgo’s intimate knowledge of the humanoid anatomy also gives her insight to the weak points on a body. With the stave Morgo can accurately aim and strike those areas with more force than she ever could with her fists. The length of the stave also allows Morgo to do this at a safer distance whilst making up for her relatively weak body. Torque really is a wonderful thing. Nevertheless, Morgo prefers to settle things rationally, trying her utmost best to avoid physical confrontations when she can. But rationale isn’t something the galaxy abounds with, and Morgo will do what it takes to survive—even if violence is something she doesn’t care for. All that blood and singed flesh. So messy. |
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| Notable Abilities | With the exception of her speed and competence with a cortosis staff (all combat oriented), most of Morgo’s skills lie elsewhere. Her talents as an actress, for example, are one of her greatest assets. To survive in the galaxy cunning is certainly required—but deception is demanded. Just like a holochess game. Thus, while Morgo is no one’s pawn, she often plays like one. Ever prepared, Morgo can have different face for everyone, and she slips into her personas as easily as fine liquor slides into a glass. Given Morgo’s background, it is hardly surprising that one of her greatest and most useful skills is the ability to learn very quickly. With a doctorate in both Humanoid Biology and Genetics, it would be criminal if Morgo didn’t have the ability to read, comprehend, and file away information as efficiently as possible. All of this is only possible because of the exact nature of Morgo’s memory, definitely not eidetic, but close enough. Incidentally, this also makes Morgo a capable physician. Never in her life did Morgo wake up and decide to help humanity by becoming a proficient medical doctor, but it just so happened that the most effective way to study and understand humanoid biology was to actually be around humanoids, poking their injuries and monitoring their ailments. For Morgo, watching how everything went wrong was more enriching than any text or hologram ever was. Morgo’s experience amongst the most diseased and mutilated has also desensitized her, allowing her to see things as passively as a droid and do what is necessary without so much as batting a lash. And as an added bonus for Morgo, years spent alongside the labyrinthine databases of archives and libraries, the sophisticated medical and science droids, and the complicated technology of labs and clinics, have taught Morgo a trick or two regarding computers and technology. Need be, Morgo can navigate her way around computers (and their various securities) with practiced ease. |
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| Melee | Good | |
| Marksmanship | Poor | |
| Lightsaber | Unknown/None | |
| Force Sensitivity | Unknown | |
| Force Ability | Unknown/None | |
| Engineering | Unknown/None | |
| Computers | Good | |
| Piloting | Unknown/None | |
| Medical | Very Good | |
| Charisma | Excellent | |
| Stealth | Average |
| History | Not much is known about Morgo. She was born into nobility, lived as a scholar and scientist for 25 years, and was convicted and sentenced to life in prison (narrowly avoiding execution) for the murder of her step-father, Markus Fen. If anything else happened in Morgo’s life, her file details nothing else…other than the fact that she eventually escaped prison. So, either Morgo really did live a perfect and uneventful life as her file states, all doctorates, smiles and dancing until she turned 27 and randomly decided to murder Markus—or someone had paid the scribes handsomely enough to keep the truth about Morgo off the file. The basics are still there. Morgo Le’Shaad descends from a prestigious line of scholars and historians. Born on the Core World of Dromache, like Coruscant, Dromache is a wealthy planet, and considering the past centuries, is doing very well. Unlike Coruscant, however, Dromache is not a world where senators, dignitaries, queens and elected authorities convene. Rather, Dromache is a world where the greatest of minds gather, pooling their knowledge and wisdom into the very veins of Dromachean society. Where Coruscant is a silver empire of all things powerful and worldly, Dromache is a golden kingdom of all things cerebral and scientific—the whole planet one massive athenaeum. There on Dromache, priceless relics of cultural history from all over the galaxy are stored for study and safekeeping, old documents and scrolls of long fallen regimes lay preserved, journals and tomes of genius minds and philosophers sit side by side in the endless aisles within Dromache’s archives, and long dead languages from foreign worlds are kept alive in the beating heart of Dromache. Ruled by a monarch, the Grandsire, and an aristocracy composed of esteemed Houses, Morgo was born into one of these Houses, the daughter of Acheron Le’Shaad, Duke Scholar of Dromache. Millennia ago, each House was entrusted with the safeguarding of a single area of study. Over the centuries, the patriarchs/matriarchs of each House became the Master Scholars of their respective disciplines—every generation growing steadily wiser and more knowledgeable than the last, making new additions, collecting more data, and making new discoveries. House Bettencourt was entrusted with Language. House Pradon was entrusted with knowledge of the Stars and Celestial Bodies. House Dreyfus was entrusted the Bestiary, and so on. House Le’Shaad, was entrusted with the Force, and all that entailed: Sith and Jedi. And unlike many kingdoms, the honor of being a House was given, not based on heredity, but on merit. Knowledge was made to flourish. If the Grandsire deemed that a House hadn’t contributed sufficiently to the Knowledge entrusted to them, consistently idle for a generation or more with no new discoveries or data, that House would be stripped of its titles and honors and given to another more worthy Scholar, forever shamed. Renounced. The infant Duchess was born when House of Le’Shaad was still recovering from the deadliest blow of them all: Emperor Palpatine’s Statute OB-CPO-1198—when all information regarding the Jedi, the Force, and the biology of it was wiped out of every databank in the galaxy, destroying almost everything in the Le’Shaad Archives. Fortunately, in the past 1,000 years, they’d managed to restore a large portion of what was taken. The research on midi-chlorians (microscopic organisms in every cell of the body; responsible for levels of Force-Sensitivity), however, was lost to them forever. It proved to be especially unfortunate for the House of Le’Shaad because midi-chlorians were the specialty of Morgo’s father, Duke Acheron, and his fruitless attempts to research them without a live and viable Force-sensitive specimen made him desperate, fearful of the consequences….fearful of Renouncement. Morgo was born and raised like any other girl of noble descent in high society, a rather dull and unremarkable child if not for her rapid development of speech, reading, and writing by the age of four. As normally as one can with cutthroat, backstabbing nobility for neighbors, Morgo’s childhood continued on without a hitch. That is until one day a disastrous, uh… study on Morgo permanently distorted the physiology of her midi-chlorians. Her father was curious as to what would happen to a non-Force sensitive if they were forcibly severed from the Force, present in all living things—by targeting their midi-chlorians. It didn’t go well. The severity of the spiritual amputation was enough to shock Morgo’s body into a cardio-respiratory crash, killing her. At the time, she was 14. When Morgo was resuscitated on the lab table she’d died on, the thick feeling of wrongness settling deep in her bones like rot, she opened her eyes in time to see blood spill from her father’s nose down his white front. As he fell to his knees, forward flat on his face, Morgo sat up to watch him bleed out onto the sterile tile of the laboratory—very suddenly dead. Morgo only gazed at her father’s cooling corpse before she laid back down, closed her eyes, and slept more peacefully than she had in years. Later, the cause of death was determined to be natural, Lord Acheron dying from a sudden stroke. After that, Morgo formally announced her intention of pursuing the name of Scholar to the court, to replace her late father, and began the trials of the Shibboleth: an intense multi-year process of education, training, and testing to attain the name of Scholar. Not much is known what happened to Morgo after that, other than those things that were documented. When Morgo was 17, her mother the Duchess remarried to Markus Fen, one of her late-father’s most loyal lab assistants. Morgo openly despised the man, as he did her. No love was lost. Within a year Morgo found herself betrothed to Markus Fen’s brute-of-a-son from a past marriage, Castinnius Fen—set to wed him when she turned 24. Here, between her 17th and 19th year, is where Morgo’s file suspiciously blanks. A missing year, it seems. Yet she pops back up on the radar at the age of 19—when Morgo finished her first degree and dove head first into attaining her (first) doctorate in Humanoid Biology, finishing that at 23. Only a year until her wedding. As per tradition, the sumptuous celebration of Morgo’s achievement was held at the Le’Shaad Chateaux. Tragic misfortune was to forever stain the memory of the celebration, however. To this day, no one really knows what had possessed Castinnius to throw himself off the 7th floor balcony. Only moments ago, he was laughing and drinking with the best of them, excusing himself for a quick word with the Lady Morgo, with whom he was last seen with. Half the guests swore that they had seen the two lovebirds walking away to the privacy of the West Wing, whispering lovingly to each other. Yet the other half insisted that they’d seen the Lady Morgo and Castinnius snapping and snarling at each other: he laughing and she, white with rage. But then Castinnius, who had been so smug before, quite suddenly retired early while the Lady Morgo returned to her guests, trembling slightly but inexplicably pleased. His bashed-in body was found later that night. Cameras had captured the horrific suicide attempt. Why he’d done so or why he was now vacant eyed and brain-dead rather than dead-dead, remained a mystery. Day and night his father, Markus, sat distraught at his bedside, shaking with grief and anger… convinced that somehow Morgo was involved. That she’d somehow talked his son into trying to take his own life. Even stranger was the fact that the security recording of Castinnius throwing himself over the rail, recorded that he was brain-dead before he even hit the ground. No one knew how that was possible. Then four years later, Markus Fen himself turned up dead, slumped across his microscope with his neck slit open with a scalpel—murdered in cold blood. Cause of death however, was determined to be from spontaneous aneurysm, killing him before he had the chance to bleed to death. No one knew how that had happened either. All they know for sure is that the Lady Morgo, newly made doctor of Genetics, Scholar, and Head of House Le’Shaad, was charged with the heinous crime of murder, found guilty of the patricide of Markus Fen, renounced as Duchess, and sentenced to life in prison—her own mother testifying against her daughter. Morgo remained eerily silent throughout the proceedings. The only time she moved her face was to blink, and to smile lovingly at her mother when they escorted her away. That was the end of it. Or at least, it should have been—because 6 months later, news of their darling Morgo’s escape from the maximum security prison they’d put her in, reached Dromache. Her mother the Duchess was in hysterics. It was not long after her escape that the Le’Shaad stave disappeared from under their noses, replaced by a love letter from Morgo, stating that the Le’Shaad stave and signet ring had been returned to their rightful owner. According to Morgo’s mother, the letter ended there. But it was clear from the way the Duchess abruptly withdrew from social life and turned recluse, that there was more to the letter then she let on, that her daughter had said something else, something chilling—leaving mother dearest to stew in her terror. A promise, perhaps. |