I totally applied for the talon rp group >.> as morgan being part of overwatch. i had so much fun with making her angry and fearful. under the cut is what i wrote for her induction as a Talon Prisoner.
It wasn't everyday that the daughter of the British Prime minister was easily taken off guard. Morgan, Normally had everything under Control. Being a Sniper and defense did have its perks. She enlisted into overwatch at the age of Nineteen, Not telling her parents about the switch she was able to live a double life. On base she was known as Sunshine, her smile could light up a room while she baked for the others when she wasn't on a mission. When she was on a mission she was known as Loba. A mercenary who worked with overwatch. She got close to the strike commander but nothing flourished between the two. It was Strictly work.
Morgan had a keen eye for what needed to be done and what could come of it, currently she was stuck in Hanamura. Rolling her Pale lips the woman was laid out on the cold ground of an Ancient Hanamura Building, probably was used for accounting or something. She was keeping an eye on a payload, some noble must have wanted her to do the dirty work. None of her parents knew of their daughter's little past time. All they knew was that she was in japan and nothing more.
A man had snuck up on Morgan while she was on the look out, her vision turned white as something impacted her head. a small noise fell from her lips, her bandanna covered her face as she laid upon the ground, Out cold. With her weapons confiscated, her bandanna pulled down from her face the woman was hauled off to talons base.
Waking up was never fun. Morgan shook her head and gave a scowl as she opened her eyes, it was dark, damp and smelt like crap ten times over. Frowning a little more she lifted her head, observing the place around her, there were bars? why were there bars? looking up she saw her hands bound above her.
With panic setting into her heart she struggled "Hey! È qualcuno là fuori? Qualcuno? Portami fuori di qui!" she called out in Italian, One of her go-to languages when she was getting into a panic. "Shut your mouth girl." One of the Guards rumbled as he Made his way over to the panicking woman. "So, the legendary Loba is finally awake? i'm sure the boss would love to have a word or two with you. i mean, you were able to kill dozens of us in a few years, yes?" He chuckled, brown eyes giving a sadistic smile to her.
"¡Esto fue tu culpa!" She snarled in spanish, a little glee filled her as the Guard simply gave a confused look before his mind caught up with what she said. Morgan kept her Gaze firm and steady, slightly taken aback when he started to laugh.
"My fault? Oh baby girl, you killed Børge Fiske in cold blood in Oslow. Who gave you the order to do that? Your new strike commander? Borge, was our head Accountant, because of that little mess you made we had to find a new one." He purred and started to pace.
"...you are Nothing but rats." she snapped out, testing her bonds again and frowning. "oh, baby girl; we might be rats, but at least we are not caged." He chuckled as he stepped back and started to walk away, knowing full well that the woman couldn't escape.
" Hey! Non mi lasciare qui, figlio di puttana! Perché non torni qui e mi mostra cosa si può fare! " She screamed, baring her teeth in the process. She was far from happy, and she would let everyone know about it.
