sometimes clayton would mumble about needing some vacations.after 8 long years. there was always some bullshit going on that made him this close to wanting to leave. BUT– what else did he have but this? where would he go? ( plus he wouldn’t just up and leave as long as henley was still around, he’d made her a promise. ) his annoyance would pass. tasked with retrieving some forgotten item in the room and while he was at it help quickly clean up the room because ‘the janitor was sick and needed a day off.’ fuck, i need a day off. did everyone think the portal watched itself? it was better to get this over with, so as he pushed inside the classroom where only ONE kid was left. clayton didn’t put too much attention to him, he wasn’t the nap police. that was– until the kid started speaking. to which clayton turned to look at him dead in the eyes. “NO.” with that said, he grabbed the mop from the bucket and heavily let it drop to the floor. “maybe you hear your own snores.”
WELL, THIS TEACHER PLUMMETED TO THE MIDDLE OF HIS LIST. above the teachers who woke him up, below the teachers who woke him up at the end of class. this teacher let him stay asleep, and now the day was over. which was, well, fuck. he didn’t care too much about attendance, nor about passing, okay, he didn’t care much about anything. but still, ya know, RUDE. “naw, i don’t snore.” if he did snore he would be caught a lot more than he was. well, actually he’d figure out some type of potion or spell for anti-snoring. but that wasn’t needed, lucky for him. that extra work just to sleep in class? that would suck. “i deffo heard something.” it could have been his dream, perhaps. but well he was bored, and what if it wasn’t? “come on you’re not deaf yet, listen.”
“i knew you wouldn’t resist the FREE FOOD. the way to everyone’s heart is through the stomach– or my irresistible charm.” a slight conceited smirk as she popped a fry in her mouth. whoever said vampires couldn’t ingest food was deadly wrong. she would rather DIE than not being able to indulge in the simple pleasures of life. “go on, it’s free real estate.” pause. “EXCEPT FOR THAT.” quick hand ready to snatch the cup away. “unless you want a literal full mouth of bloody mary.” no, not the gross tomato drink. actual blood from some girl named mary. @arcanasstarters
“no, let me assure you--- it was my stomach.” there was no CHARM involved. well unless she had a charm potion but morgan was doubtful she’d waste such a thing on him, or that she’d conjure such thing to even begin with. monroe didn’t seem much like the type. “sure.” it was free until it wasn’t, he was suspicious but he was HUNGRY and fuck it all. “so whats with the free meal, pig shitter? feeling CHARITABLE?” calling himself charity, smooth morgan.
she’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, hands on her thighs, as she lets her eyes screw closed. she’s never been good at this — at clearing her mind — and today’s no exception. ( she’s as close to mastering ASTRAL PROJECTION as she is to smiling at the next person who passes by. ) she might have been self-aware of her own predilection for failure but foreign footsteps stomping into the room certainly aren’t helping matters any. she can’t clear her mind when she’s thinking about how she’d like to stick her foot out and trip whoever’s within range ! which she does, for the record — though she’ll blame it on a cramp if someone tries to give her hell for it. “ for one person, you do a great impression of a herd of elephants. ” eyes don’t even flutter open, irritation evident on her features as she suffers a sigh. “ WHAT DO YOU WANT ? I’M A LITTLE BUSY. ”
“ me? a herd of elephants? fuck, i’m TOUCHED. thats my life dream ya know? to be a whole herd of elephants. maybe trample some people. not to death but like, give em a good scare.” he mused, with what could be described as a shit-eating smirk upon his face. “what the fuck are you up to kit?” he asked finally, breaking down the facade.”busy with WHAT?” not that he was offering to help, fuck no, but he was curious. “don’t tell me you’re doing homework. don’t betray me in this way.” he was kidding, mostly.
walking into class a minute before the late bell rings and the door’s closed. how morgan’s always late, he’ll never know. ACTUALLY, that was the biggest lie ever, but that was an entirely different predicament and one he didn’t care to fix. his actual predicament fell into the concentration type, which was admittedly saying a lot. typically halfway through the school day, morgan NAPPED. he would give up, adjust himself in his desk in a position (hopefully) the teacher won’t take notice and just NAPS. but the reason he couldn’t concentrate in this moment had little to do with his habit of sleeping anywhere and at any time. in fact, he hasn’t even napped yet ( the most horrifying thing ever, he knows ). hell, he couldn’t even think about napping. all morgan could focus on was that weird HUMMING from outside. “the fuck...” was class almost over? ( he literally walked in minutes ago, and he was aching for the reprieve ). just to see what that fucking noise was-- “you hear that too, right?” he wasn’t going insane, there was a humming outside and it was LOUD. @arcanasstarters
( brandon flynn, 18, he/him ) class is in session for MORGAN STRIFE. the student file says they’re a MERMAID belonging to house NOCTURNA. and currently a EIGHTH year. we see here they are BELIGERANT and RECKLESS, but they’re also RESOURCEFUL and PASSIONATE. we wish them good luck in the new school year, where they’ll learn MAGICAL ETHICS.
BIOGRAPHY
here’s the thing about WINOA STRIFE. she never had much care about the things she did, about the people she did, the drugs, the partying. another day in, another man out. she had fun. winoa also held the rank of a fucking brigadier general. winoa had seen the face of war, and punched it. she was a strong woman. but she was no mother. rather, after morgan’s birth, she was more of a visiting AUNT.
now, who raised morgan you may be asking? that is where ABEL comes in.
he was a friend of winoa’s. a friend who LOVED her. now, winoa was in full knowledge of this when she asked him to be her son’s primary caretaker. she also knew his feelings would never be returned. she hoped he knew that. the answer was no, he did not.
as time went on, the longer winoa was away, the more desperate abel became. the more he would drink. angrier too, anger that turned toward morgan. it began as small shovings, roughhousing, and it turned into roughing that should be present in no house. screaming at the boy from the slightest slight, shoving him around, and raising his hand when he felt justified (hint: it was never justified).
morgan never knew if winoa was oblivious or turned a blind eye on purpose. he never cared to know, because she was a brigadier general (and there was no oblivious for her, just a choice).
he had two semi friends in school. troy, who was quiet. jackie, who was LOUD. they were all morgan had, and the truth was he barely had them at all.
there was mitch, the bully who shoved whoever was passing into lockers (morgan, troy and jackie all had their turns) and of course, HOLLY. the sweet girl from calculus. holly ranger, who was always good and always nice.
so when the offer for vacation came his way how he could say no?? it was from holly ranger herself. one of the most popular girls in their grade. sweetest of the sweet. they exchanged words briefly each day, but morgan hadn’t considered them friends. she was going to a remote island for her 14th birthday and was able to invite 5 other people. ( morgan himself hadn’t even turned 14 yet, his birthday was in november. )
one of her friend’s was mitch. jackie warned him not to do it, that this was some kind of sick joke and he was rearing himself for disappointment. morgan didn’t listen. he was too happy at the prospect of escaping abel for a weekend.
he should have listened.
the plane ride itself was amazing (his first time on a plane) and the island? amazing. morgan had never seen water like that, so beautiful and vibrant. holly and her friends (his friends?) they were being so nice, so good. even mitch. of course, it couldn’t last. of course, it was a trick.
it was almost midnight, and it’d been mitch’s idea to stay out and holly’s encouragement which led to morgan’s answer of okay sure. mitch seemed to know the way to somewhere, so familiar with the island and morgan hadn’t thought to question it. not until he was shoved down. shoved down and HELD underwater. did you really think we were your friends? did you really think we wanted you? they held his head under the water, they drowned him. they hadn’t intended to kill him. but he was barely breathing and in their fear, they RAN. all, including holly. who had laughed as mitch dunked him. (holly was kind of a jerk, apparently ).
unbeknownst to any of them, it was the night of the lunar eclipse. without it having been one, morgan would have died. instead? he became a mermaid. imagine his surprise when he woke up in the water with a tail after having been resigned to his fate.
he feared going back to the people who drowned him, and it wasn’t like he had anyone reliable to call. he was alone. SO, morgan made the best of it. he stayed on the island for a time, long after holly, mitch and the rest had left.
morgan was on the island for almost 6 months. eventually, he was discovered by a passing fisherman, he got tangled in their net and couldn’t free himself (it was one of those new type, harder to free yourself from than a simple cast and knot.) the fishermen was keen on sharing his ‘discovery’. he tied morgan’s hands up with barbed wire and kept him in what amounted to a box. due to being stuck within the water, morgan couldn’t transform back. he hadn’t the slightest control of his shifting. he was forced to remain in his merman form for days, days which became weeks. he spent his very own 14th birthday shackled and trapped.
any pleas for freedom fell upon deaf ears. within 5 weeks of his entrapment, the fisherman vanished. he left, and morgan feared starving to death. it was three days before someone arrived, but it wasn’t the fisherman. rather, it was a teacher of arcanas. they recruited him. well, recruit was a funny word. they brought him back to the school in which he had no choice but to stay.there were no other options. he couldn’t go home, and the island was no longer an choice. arcanas was, is, all morgan has.
after hearing about the orb stolen morgan has mixed emotions. he doesn’t want to die, but sometimes he doesn’t want to live either. maybe the world would be better without the supernatural infestation. better without him. at the very least, the stolen orb makes things interesting.
doesn’t take his classes seriously, slacks and doesn’t put in the effort ( before everything went down he used to put in the effort, he got straight A’s, that was then )
has a habit of sleeping anywhere, at any time, in any position ( including to a horrible degree, in the middle of class )
if he ever saw mitch, holly or any of the people related to his murder attempt? he’d try and kill them without hesitation (yes, this also applies to the fisherman.)
he has conflicting feelings about being a mer?? he loves the freedom of the water, and all that it could represent. it also scares him, how much he doesn’t know and what people are capable of doing to him, just because he has a tail.
doesn’t trust very easily? (CAN'T IMAGINE WHY)
wears fingerless gloves all the time to hide his tremendous amount of scars that he obtained from spending all that time with barbed wire around his hands and wrists.
vegetarian ( he befriended fish, couldn’t very well keep eating them )
he’s bisexual ( but has never had a romantic or sexual experience in his life )
has been at arcanas almost 4 years now. ( he has nowhere else to go and the thought of graduation scares him. )
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