Megara Morales is based on the Meg from Hercules. She is a 29 year old cursed human, Wonderland dancer, and uses she/her pronouns. She has the power of misfortune. Meg is portrayed by Priscilla Quintana.
meg didn't really have an exceptional childhood growing up. her parents were her parents and she cared for them enough, but they weren't the type to stick around much for any long-term endearment to form. in fact, due to her curse, they steered clear of her for as much as they could and as long as they could. meg didn't understand that in her youth of course, so her indifference formed fast. first she thought she hated them for never giving a shit, but she realized that even though they were never physically around, they still provided for her enough to where she was able to go to school and all that. they missed every parent-teacher conference she ever had, but hey, no one was perfect. what she got in return for absence was just....a more realistic way on how the world worked.
for meg, happiness is a feeling that never lingers for very long. she has experienced it a small handful of times in her life, but with that came her curse, and with her curse came misery. she didn't understand why she was born this way. she didn't understand why no matter how hard she tried she couldn't overpower said curse to find herself a moment of bliss. most days her version of bliss ended up being days where nothing completely awful happened and she survived it without anymore emotional wounds.
somehow despite the lack of love and warmth in her life, when meg was younger she dared to call herself a romantic. she read the cheesy romance novels, watched the sappy movies, and dreamed of a life where she could get the guy in the end. she really thought that as she grew older she would be able to fill that aching hole in her chest with the power of true love and she would be fixed. at least until she actually started seeing that the guys in real life were nothing like the guys in the movies or books. in fact, they were worse.
meg has always been vaguely aware that people only tended to see a pretty face with her. it drove her crazy because she was actually pretty smart when she needed to be. yet people always seemed to think she had bark and no bite until they got bit. and the older meg got, the more she went for blood.
meg will never forget her first real boyfriend. real charmer, a grade above her in high school and loved by the entire student body. she had a trail of small relationships before but they never even came close to this guy. he was out of her league since she was a loner with no friends and he was just the star of the school. this guy....had to be evil incarnate. while most ran from the misfortune that fell upon meg, he thrived on it. using her unnamed source of torture as his reason to keep her close. she really thinks to this day he liked her better when she was in tears than with a smile on her face. the worst part? despite the hell he put her through, she stayed because she loved him. LOVED him. only to find out he had been cheating on her the entire time and ran off with some blonde cheerleader type the moment she graduated high school.
with her heartbreak came clarity though. it was a tough truth to swallow learning about her curse or the fact that she was indeed cursed. she flipped out. she went on as much of a bender as she could and then....well she was numb. she let that hole in her soul grow and twist and manifest into the bitter, sarcastic, and jaded person who sold her soul the first shot she got in a last-ditch attempt at happiness. foolish, foolish, girl she was.
she spent years in the same vicious cycle. forget she wasn't a free woman anymore, fall for some guy who was exactly the wrong type to fall for, get her heart broken until it couldn't even do that anymore, and run back to her debt collector when she was done being a fool. over and over and over. eventually she stopped looking for love in her exes and just dated the worst people she could find so when something bad happened it didn't actually hurt her as bad. it was a really shitty thing to do, but a lot of those guys deserved it.
and then there was hercules. sweet, goofy, hercules. her forced himself into her narrative, really, but it was something she will always have a deep feeling for. he was really turning her mind around, helping her see the good she had written off as not meant for her. and then it was gone.
waking up in evermore was one of the most lonely experiences she had ever felt. her memories were fuzzy of just about everything and she got migraines when she tried to remember. at least she couldn't mourn a good thing when she didn't remember having it in the first place.
what she did know was that she was no damsel in need of rescuing and she allowed herself to feel sorry for herself for a second before finding a job and a shitty apartment she could call home. the more she worked, the better she was at ignoring that gaping hole in her chest. she was back to being as clueless about her misfortune and her debt and she lived her life in evermore none the wiser. her guard was still up and she was always ready to run but to where or why she could never figure out. she just accepted that she had shit luck and that it was best that she steered clear of most people since her social skills were just at a zero anyways.
her one escape was the same one she had since she was child...she just didn't even know that. her escape was art. she always loved to draw and paint and get her feelings out on a canvas. she loved going to the museum and just admiring the artwork for hours in silence. when she was able to create, she felt free. but she didn't want it become anything more than a hobby. jobs were what sucked the soul out of it.
meg also secretly loves to garden. she does not have a green thumb by any means, but she still likes to keep fresh flowers around her apartment in some attempt to keep the place looking warm.
aside from the plants, meg lives a very bare minimum life. her fridge is never fully stocked, the only clothes she possess are mostly for her job at wonderland and a few spare things, and she doesn't even have a tv. she has a total of ten books that she keeps by her bed that she will reread over and over again if she stays in and she is really trying to get the hang of cooking her meals....but she also doesn't allow herself the time to learn.
in all honesty, meg tries her best to not be home. whether that is in someone else's bed, at work, late night walks, whatever; she prefers to stay busy.
she heavily indulges in wine. a very big drinker in general. she doesn't know why she feels the impulse to drink herself into oblivion due to the memory loss, but she knows that when she does it she is a lot more pleasant to be around. as much as she is content with her loneliness, she still desires others attention here and there. in fact, she craves it more than she will ever admit to herself.
meg will claim that she may be jaded and mean, but at least she is funny! sarcasm is her love language, not that she would ever call it that. to her, she is hilarious. to others? not so much.
she has recently adopted a one-eyed cat named patches. at first, her and patches actually didn't get along that well, but now she sleeps in her bed every night. her achilleas heel for sure.
even with all of the people she now has in evermore that care for her, meg cannot allow herself to think for one second that she loves any of them. the l-word was more cursed than anything she could remember and she didn't think she had it in her to go through more heartache. she didn't even know if she had a heart anymore these days.
scorpio sun. yeah we know.
