margot

margot morrison || warlock

[margot-polo]

Margot Morrison, aptly given the title Life of the Party (by herself), sauntered into the cafe, slithering her way through the terribly dressed soirée goers in search of trouble and a glass of wine. “Excuse me, hi,” she started, a condescending smirk on the edge of her lips. “I’ve been here for exactly one minute, why is there not a filled wine glass in my hand?”

[margot-polo]

cristinavampgirlcalero‌:

𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚎, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛. 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜.

“𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢.” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎.

Margot Morrison knew exactly why she was in Havensdale, and she planned on making herself known to everyone worth knowing while she was here. Her grand entrance into the lives of her niece and nephews hadn’t quite happened yet, because she had some bigger fish to fry first. You know, wiggle her way onto a few more lists and into a few more hearts first. She was crafting her own list too.

Margot, at this precise moment, was totally minding her own business. She was hoping that some shit would hit the fan at that school prom that was happening over there, but she would settle for finding a good bar and a very expensive bottle of wine in the meantime. She wasn’t that invested in the lives of teenagers, after all.

Cristina’s approach did not go unnoticed. Margot already had her charm at the ready, smiling oh so politely back. “Oh, it’s a great day. Don’t you think?”

[margot-polo]

“Bonjour, bitches.”

[huntedinhavensdale-rpg]

Margot Morrison | 32 | Warlock | FC: Mary-Elizabeth Winstead | TAKEN

Bio ➜

❝THAT GIRL HAS ALWAYS BEEN HALF GODDESS AND HALF HELL.❞

No family is perfect, they all have their ups and downs, their shameful secrets and disappointments. Well, Margot Morrison just so happens to be the former in her family. Between a stand-up brother and upstanding parents, Margot was the black sheep, the only one who had any kind of vision in that family. She was the only one who wasn’t boring. She was never shy about the fact she pretty much needed applause to live- y'know, like Tinkerbell- and if there was attention to be given there was a guarantee that Margot was at the centre. Drama ran through her very veins which she expressed from day to day be it in the form of theatre, arguing with her brother or breaking up with another significant other. A lover of old cinema, Margot always carried herself like a starlet straight off the black and white screen with never a well styled hair out of place. If there was gossip to be heard, and there always was in a town as small as Havensdale Valley, Margot was the first in line to hear it and pass it on even better than it had originally been. She practically provided a public service and she still loves to ah, stir things up. With a personality as big as hers, Margot always had a way with people. She could make them feel like they were special or she could make them feel like they were nothing, there’s no in between with her.

Now, it wasn’t enough to have big dreams off heading out to Hollywood and making a name for herself. Margot wanted everything and being blessed with witchcraft, she could take it without lifting one finely manicured nail. Call it selfish, call it wrong but Margot wanted what she wanted and so she turned to dark magic, and become a warlock. Her family of course were devastated but they couldn’t have a warlock in the family so they shunned Margot, disowned her and told their son time and time again there was no helping that girl. Which is why Margot Morrison has never met her niece and nephews Meghan Morrison, Ian Morrison and Mark Morrison. Of course at the time with Margot being Margot, she didn’t give a damn about her family (expect maybe her brother who even her empty little heart has a soft spot for) and left without another word. The world was quite literally her oyster and she seized every opportunity she could. She partied, gambled, lied, stole and cheated. If there was a questionable and morally compromising situation to be in, she was in it. Margot made it her own personal mission to seek out the big stars of the supernatural world and get herself in their phone book. You’re no one until you’re talked about and Margot Morrison loves to be talked about.

Margot has even met the man, the myth and the legend himself: Engel. Back when he was with one of Margot’s favourite warlocks, Anya Nichols, they had a good time together. They had a cackle or two, drank expensive bottles and broke all the rules. To be remembered, to gain immortality through infamy was always her goal and if Engel would ever share a little of that original fountain of youth with her… A girl can keep on dreaming though, can’t she? He isn’t the only big deal she’s hung around with either. Big shot werewolf and club owner, and also a big lover of being the centre of attention, Caleb Carmichael has a VIP spot with Margot’s name written on it. Of course you don’t get anything for nothing these days but she’s always been happy to hand out a little magical favour here and there. Sometimes it’s fun to get your hands dirty, sometimes you have to do the job yourself in order to do it right. She and Stella Bell spent many a paparazzi'ed night at that club together—the pictures are on Google still, you can totally look them up. She has been all over the world, drenched herself in fashion, art and culture and she swore she’d never return to her godforsaken hometown but then things got interesting. It wasn’t so much that there were rumbling rumours of War but that her niece, her perfect brother’s little daughter, had become a warlock. That was that. It was about time the Morrisons met their soon-to-be favourite aunt, don’t you think?

Additional Information ➜

Margot is a warlock and no, there’s no tragic backstory or lost and lonely little girl inside who just wants to break out and love again. She did it for the power and she stuck with it for the fun. Margot exploits others with her magic to get whatever she wants. A-list party invite? Done. That thousand carat necklace? Done and done. We are living in a material world and she is a material girl.

Remember how she likes to seek out the more famous of the supernatural species? She had a little run if with terribly bad warlock James Harrison AKA the father of Dexter Harrison. Margot hates to see good witches waste their potential with all those embarrassingly emotional feelings when they could just set free their worries and cares. Sadly it’s not always like father, like son.

Living and loving the high society life, Margot has spent many a weekend on the yacht with heiress and notorious shifter Dana Reyes. Dana might be a little too preachy for her war-wise but she sure does know her wine so Margot forgives it. Whatever selfies get her the most Instagram likes is fine by her.

Having no real loyalty to any “side” or “cause” Margot is happy to offer her magical talents and lack of morale to the highest bidder which is why she’s helped out handy hunter Veronica Ross once or twice. She doesn’t even want to know about that shady whatever Roni works for, she just wants her cash and praise. No questions asked.

Margot, when she found out, started keeping tabs on her freshly warlock’ed niece Meghan which is how she knows she’s so buddy buddy with Roxy Kane. She may have also put a good word in for her around wherever she was exploring.

She may be shallow, technically emotionless but Margot has always been interested in her brother’s life. She plans on making a very dramatic re-entrance into his life and more importantly Meghan’s just in time for all the fun to begin. Because, y’know, senior prom is soon.

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[maryelizabethwinstead]

Mary for Rhapsody Magazine, 2014