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| User: | sensing (129803) Chris Morgan
no one ever tells you that forever feels like home |
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| Website: | Haunted Roads | |||||||||
| Location: | Seattle, Washington, United States | |||||||||
| Bio: |  Character InformationCharacter Name(s): Christopher Shane Morgan Nicknames/Aliases: Chris Gender: M Race: human (gifted) Character Age: 25 Date of Birth: October 27, 1982 Date of Death/Turning: N/A Physical Description: Chris is 5'9" and approximately 155 pounds with sometimes shaggy dark-brown hair and startlingly blue eyes beneath heavy brows. Most of the time his cheeks are stubbly, and he's fair-skinned, burning very easily if he spends any significant time in the sun. Distinguishing marks: On his left wrist is tattooed a lemniscate, the mathematical symbol for infinity, which looks like a sideways figure eight. PB: Ian Somerhalder Birth Location: Cypremort, Louisiana Personality: Chris comes across as wary, moody and more than a little introverted. There is a hesitancy about him, a sense of holding back that is apparent to anyone who tries to get below the surface. He's innately kind, a peaceful sort who is willing to help others when he is able, and he isn't exactly unfriendly, but he isn't easy to get to know. He's cautious about who he gets close to, and he is most comfortable when he's alone, having spent hours on end in solitude in the swampy, backwater area where he grew up. Chris is bright in a quirky way, not book smart, since he was never the sort to pay excessive attention in school. His creative talents shine through in his art; he has sketched since he was old enough to hold a crayon, and now his preferred medium is a sketchpad and a charcoal pencil. He can concentrate for hours on his detailed, intricately shaded drawings, often forgetting to eat or get up to stretch until he's finished. In contrast to his creative, reticent side, he has a temper, and if something hits him the wrong way, his innate reserve can vanish in a startling display of anger. Personal Background: Chris Morgan was the first child of Josh and Kristianne Morgan, born in October of 1982 in the family home that Kristianne had inherited from her grandfather, Jean-Marc Grandier Thibodeaux. The house had held six generations of Thibodeaux previously; Kristianne herself had been born there. The Thibodeaux family had been prominent in the town of Cypremort ever since its inception, and they would likely continue to be. They had a unique bloodline and unique abilities that were whispered about in the surrounding area, though no one dared speak of it too loudly. It was said that Grand Thibodeaux, Kristianne's father, could move objects with his mind and slam doors without touching them. Kristianne was clairaudient, born with the ability to hear things not audible to others, such as the voices of the dead. Who knew what latent talents her children might possess? Chris was a timid child who seemed to have trouble acclimating himself to the world around him almost from the start. He cried often and spent a lot of time hiding once he was old enough to walk around on his own. The Morgan family grew with the addition of Marcus when Chris was two and of Jenna when he was four, and at first, none of the children showed any paranormal abilities. However, when Chris was seven, his mother noticed that he'd developed an aversion to both touching things and to being touched by others. When she asked him why, he told her it was because of the pictures. The pictures scared him, the pictures made him sad. She didn't understand but continued to watch him carefully. He was such an unusual child between that, his manner and his aptitude for art. He'd graduated from crayons to charcoal pencils and even at that young age could produce drawings that were detailed and realistic. Eventually Kristianne realized that Chris was psychometric, able to receive impressions from objects he touched or, sometimes, with which people touched him (a glove or a ring another person might wear on their hand, for instance). This realization came gradually, over several years of observation and his growing ability to tell her what he was experiencing as he grew older and more articulate. His ability was never exact; he could never know when contact with any given object would result in a mental picture, whether mundane or horrifying. There could be days, even weeks, when he'd see nothing-- and there could be days when anything he touched provoked a reaction. As Chris became a teenager, he grew more aloof, choosing to lose himself in his sketches as often as possible. He wasn't interested in school, though he was intelligent enough, and he found himself being held back in both the eighth and the ninth grades. This was yet another source of frustration for him, and he dropped out as soon as he turned seventeen. He found a job as a dishwasher at a combination grocery/seafood restaurant at the edge of the bayou, and it was a good fit for him, since he could spend most of his time in the back without having to interact with customers. He studied on and off for his GED and successfully passed the test when he was nineteen, not because he was particularly interested in having it, but because he disliked hearing the lectures he got from both parents about being a high school dropout. Chris marched to the beat of his own drummer at all times, and he'd grown up without many friends. His siblings were counted among that small number, as was Amity St. Onge, whom he'd known since they were both small children. In spite of her boisterous, sometimes abrasive personality, she'd been one of the few people who'd been able to sit quietly with him as he sketched in the swampy marsh not far from his home. She'd also been one of the few who knew about his peculiar sense of touch, though they never discussed it. When Amity was twenty-one, she transferred from the community college she'd been attending to the University of Washington in Seattle. It seemed like a world away to Chris, though his father's side of the family was from that city. They wrote for a year or so, but then they fell out of touch. Not much changed in Chris' life for the next couple of years, except that he fell in love. The restaurant where he worked offered live music on weekend nights, and he became enchanted by a pretty girl of seventeen who sang the melodic Cajun songs that were played by the musicians. Violette Robichaux was nearly as shy as he was, and for weeks their romance consisted of intense stares from the makeshift stage to the kitchen doorway where Chris lurked as she performed. Finally, he summoned the nerve to ask her out, and they dated for a short time, though their old-fashioned and completely innocent courtship ended in August of that year when Violette was sent away for her freshman year of college in New Orleans. The relationship had been a little shaky for a couple of months as Violette's parents had let her know that they didn't approve of Chris because he was so much older than she was and because he seemed to have no prospects beyond a dead-end job as a restaurant dishwasher. She finally took their advice and broke up with him before she left for school. Chris was crushed, though he never showed it outwardly. He merely became more silent and spent even more time by himself. It seemed to him as if everyone else was moving on while he stood still, and he made the decision to go up to Seattle to see if a change of location would help his case of the deep-down blahs. His father's relatives lived there, and Amity was there somewhere, unless she'd moved since they'd been in contact, so Seattle it was. For several months he lived with his father's sister Jennifer Boyd, a recent divorcee. Chris got a job at the UW Medical center as a supply tech and file clerk, which he was pleased with since it was a position where he didn't have to interact with either patients or even very many of his fellow employees. Once he'd built up a small cushion of savings, he moved into the Old Town Towers, where he was living alone and independently for the first time in his life. Family: Father, Joshua Shane Morgan, 50, Mother, Kristianne Thibodeaux Morgan, 47, siblings, Marcus Andrew Morgan, 23, and Jenna Shaye Morgan, 21 and aunt, Jennifer Boyd, 45. Race and Personal Weaknesses: Reticence, temper, moodiness, aversion to touch. Magical Abilities: Chris is psychometric, displaying a form of psychic reading in which a person can obtain details about another through physical contact with their possessions. He can receive mental impressions from objects he touches or is touched with, though the talent is inexact, and he can never be certain whether or not it will occur upon tactile contact. Skills and Training: Chris has artistic talent, but no other particular skills. Job: supply tech at UW Medical Center Residence: Old Town Towers, Apt. C-7 AIM Name: N/A Plot Ties Plot Tie One: fellow residents at the Old Town Towers Plot Tie Two: people he works with Plot Tie Three: potential romantic interests (yeah, this one'll take some work...) | |||||||||
| Memories: | 4 entries | |||||||||
| Schools: | None listed | |||||||||
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| Account type: | Free Patient | |||||||||
