mary morrigan davis ❝ We speak for the dead. That's the job. We are all they've got once the wicked rob them of their voices. We owe them that.
32, forensic pathologist
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raindrops trickle down the fogged window , bringing with it a waft of nostalgia , easier days ; lazy sunday mornings wasted away under pale sheets , spread over the soft grass on her belly , all red knees and wet socks . morrigan had never been particularly afraid of the dark, even as a child --- there was a comfort in the anonymity of it all , the mystery and possibility of things you can’t see in the light . but nowadays it feels as though the nights last forever , and the days get shorter by the minute . " it’s just rain, my hair’s thick ---- i’m sure i’ll live. " year after year, day after day, she’d spent what it felt like millennia in self-isolation , piling brick on top of brick to build to this invisible wall that now stands between them , in order to outlast winter .
Looking back on her life, Morrigan sometimes wonder just how she ended here, doing what she does; she thinks back on how many curves and shortcuts she had to take to make it, and all the horrible and wonderful things that made her into the person she is. She made a promise to herself: never regret anything. Everything that happened has led her to this town, to this job, to this path, and she wouldn’t change a single thing.
She was born Oksana Kuznetsov , into the care of Mary Davis, an american starlet actress and Alexei Kuznetsov, a very wealthy influential “business man” who handled primarily with money washing and drug dealing for the russian mob through his coorporation.
Oksana grew up in a peculiar household, you could say- though she fathoms it’s more ordinary than people would care to believe. Her mother was frequently popping pills in front of the fireplace, swinging a glass of wine, and her father was off dealing with his private affairs.
In the early years of her life she was taught everything a high society girl should be: ballet, piano, violin, you name it - she even took singing lessons, which much to her mother’s dismay were a complete waste of money, she was barely passable in the shower
For most of her childhood, she was oblivious as to how they had their wealth, and spent her evenings riding horses and by the poolside, contemplating her future as if she’d had a choice. For awhile, she toyed with the idea of being a nurse.
But with time, the so called “normalcy” of their lifestyle started to spark red flags for young Oksana. First she noticed the bruises on her mother’s arm, the screams muffled between walls, and the conversations overhead between old men that’d come by the house every so often
As she grew older, the bruises on her mother’s arms became hers --- his father lashed out on whoever was nearest and she made sure that wasn’t her mother.
She lost her passion for playing instruments, and the days by the pool became far and between all the arguments and fights. By then she was severely aware of what was happening under that roof, and how everything they had was obtained illegally one way or another. She didn’t want it- any of it. She tried to escape into a world of fantasy through books but none of it worked, reality was always waiting eagerly by her bedside.
At school, her fascination for death and macabre didn’t go unnoticed - although Oksana was what you’d consider an averagely beautiful girl, she was a recluse, and mocked for her clothes, the way she carried herself, her peculiar interests.
She was at some point named “Bloody Mary”, and she didn’t care for it at all
Things escalated the day she tried going to the cops ---- they didn’t listen, had no interest in the word of such a young girl, and were probably in her father or her father’s bosses pockets. She just wanted everything to stop, but what she got instead was a beating, and being locked in her room for two days straight without food.
She never disobeyed them again.
And then, when she was 15, everything changed --- just not exactly for the better.
The story goes as follow: 15 year old Oksana Kuznetsov was found alone in a boat in the middle of a remote river in Peru's back country. Both her parents are presumed dead.
Two days later, they found their bodies, the cause of death is ruled inconclusive. Although both Mary and Alexei had ties to the russian mob, the FBI was hellbent on pinning this case on young Oksana, the sole heir of the Kuznetsov’s fortune.
The media was relentless, and her life became a circus until the day of her trial. She was found not guilty due to lack of evidence, and her record was sealed given her young age, but that didn’t mean she was innocent in everyone else’s eyes ----- once a suspect, your name is never really clear.
So she gave that up too. Oksana vanished off the map and social media, and insisted on being homeschooled.
When she resurfaced like a phoenix from the ashes, in her 18 birthday, she was no longer Oksana, but Mary Morrigan Davis.
She graduated with honors from the University of California, San Francisco, in forensic pathology, and became a well known name in her field.
Morrigan is driven and dedicates all of herself to each individual case she handles; the way she sees it, it’s never just about the body --- there’s always a story to be uncovered, and just because they can no longer speak doesn’t mean they don’t deserve to have it told. It’s about giving a voice to those who were ripped too early from this world. Not a job, a calling -- a mission. They deserve justice, and she’ll do everything in her power to make sure they get it.
Morrigan tends to be very steely and aloof when it comes to new acquaintances --- she has her walls up for obvious reasons. It’s rare for anyone that’s not Mr.Midnight (her cat) to get too close.
She does have a bias against the feds...... sorry pals and gals. I promise she’ll warm up 2 u if you’re nice tho. She’s just... Skittish at first.
Likes to drink, likes to read, and most of all ------ likes to be left alone.
Morrigan is a wiccan and she very much gives off gothic chick/i put a spell on you/elvira vibes. It’s the only religion she’s ever felt comfortable practicing, besides, she’s really into nature, so it just feels right.
Don’t touch.
She has a lot of tattoos, mostly on her back & arms (not a full sleeve tho).
pinterest can be found here, and spotify playlist here (i might make a graphic and post it properly one day who knows).
CONNECTIONS.
obvs i’m down for anything these are just a couple basic suggestions to kick things off!
ex(es) / morrigan does her fair share of dating, but most of the time things end abruptly because she doesn’t feel comfortable with people getting too close
fwb / fooling around is easier for her, and morrigan’s very capable of separating feelings from sex so yano - wink wink nudge nudge
partner in crime / morrigan often goes the ... ahEM. extra mile to solve her cases. sometimes she might or might not cross the line between legal and illegal to get some information. this person is fully aware and supportive of her craziness
drinking friend / she loves a drink at the end of a tough night, none of this applejuice shit and this is her favorite person to drink next to, probably because they’re as tired and fed up with the world as her
one time hookup / for some reason she was feeling vulnerable, they slept together and ... shockingly talked about stuff? maybe she caught feelings? maybe they did or both? either way she’s now avoiding them thanks
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