Miller, Morana

Face Claim: Hilda Goneril // Fire Emblem

APPEARANCE

As a petite woman, Morana stands at a meagre 5’1”, making her hardly an opposing force for anybody glancing at a war student. Similarly, Mora’s slender physique makes her display feminine beauty opposed to a threatening, chaotic student. Her limbs are graceful, lacking obsessive muscle or scarring. While she evidently exercises, she assures to merely maintain her pleasant body type. Alas, she has prepared herself to retreat from nasty situations, thus Morana made herself into a speedy runner, allowing her escape others with ease despite her shorter stature. Years of pampering have resulted in Morana’s complexion being beautifully maintained, her fair skin possessing no scars or blemishes. Her hands are well-kept, lacking callous and nails trimmed and decorated with nail polish. Despite this, Morana is capable in self-defense, which was something she learned to defend herself whenever she went out. Those horror stories about the rich being kidnapped and held hostage for high ransom was something she wished to avoid where possible.

Frequently, Morana was praised for having a beautiful facial structure which appeared similar to her mother’s; much to her disdain. Cheekbones settled high onto her slender face lead down into a strong, softly pointed chin, providing Morana with the conventionally gorgeous structure commended by modern media. Her petite nose with a slight upturned tip is favourable with what people find attractive. Most attention-grabbing are her pink eyes with long, feminine eyelashes which are oftentimes enhanced further by some subtle makeup. Similar to her eyes, Morana’s long pink hair trails down from her head in a pair of twin tails. Her hair reaches below her shoulders, ending just above mid-back. Certain locks of pink-coloured hair are unbound, sticking close to Morana’s face, some of these ending above her chin. Her bangs are cut just below her eyebrows, however, they usually do not get into her eyes.

High-quality clothing is something Morana wears under any possible circumstances, specifically outfits from her family’s company. Frequently, she gets sent special packages from her uncle showing off the latest additions. It is an advertising ploy, Mora aware her uncle wants her to converse about the clothing given, however, she has thoroughly accepted it. She loves dresses and short shirts, thus she will wear those whenever the weather permits. In winter, Morana tends to wear skinny jeans and leggings to show off her beautiful figure. School hours are always met with Morana begrudging wearing the uniform mandated by academy officials. She despises the requirement and tends to attempt to enhance it with jewelry similarly made by her family’s company.

PERSONALITY



As the young child of a wealthy family, Morana radiates an air of confidence and sociability whenever she walks into a room. Head held high, she conceitedly believes her self-worth is higher than her fellow humans or harbingers. Starting conversations come easily, Mora being plenty capable to pick a more peaceful or argumentative path depending on the topic. She enjoys steering conversations to the topics she wishes to discuss, and will attempt to accomplish those objectives where possible. In conversation, she proves herself to be charismatic and persuasive. Her familiarity with the art is not something to be forgotten, especially since Morana will try her hardest to learn the facts she wishes to. If required, she will assert herself in a situation in order to fill her daily requirement for socialization. Whether playfully or rudely, Mora can have a sarcastic tongue, her feelings towards the other person dictating the manner of which she will use it. Those she deems a friend will quickly discover her loyalty to those around her. Under most circumstances, those who first meet Morana would likely find her pleasant, albeit, confident bordering downright conceited. Quickly, people tend to notice Mora is a very hedonistic individual who enjoys spending the money spoiled on her by her uncle.

Alas, Miss Morana Miller can be absolutely dastardly to those she despises. She can be extremely blunt, sometimes saying things with complete disregard to the other individual’s emotions. Her attitude towards enemies is extremely abrasive and lacks any forethought she may possess when conversing with a close friend. Gladly, Mora will pick somebody apart or start an argument between those she dislikes; whether this turns physical depends on mood. Her favoured hobby is to start arguments between two of her enemies, allowing her to simply step aside and witness as they tear one another apart. There is nothing against getting her hands dirty, however, maintaining some semblance of good-image does occasionally drift through her mind. Alas, when the argument does require her involvement, Mora can be alert and unpredictable. She holds a fiery determination to conquer those who oppose her, therefore, she will accomplish what is required to win. She is surprisingly willing to tough out situations, mostly from her past experiences in her family. Furthermore, a powerful competitive and ambitious nature pushes Morana to succeed in whatever challenge is presented to her. Ultimately, her passion in her beliefs maintain Morana’s motivation to succeed, making her stubbornly refuse to yield. She can be particularly childish

A deceptive figure is what Morana is, where she is a confident and disputatious, she is secretly an upset, young girl unhappy with the circumstances of her past. Her lack of obedience comes from her joyless upbringing, her parents too concerned over their bickering to discipline their young daughter. Oftentimes, she is cynical and envious towards those around her. People have proven themselves to merely worry about their own objectives, thus she does similar. When listening to the positive family interactions, Mora’s jealousy manifests, even if she fails to make it obvious. The unhappiness from her childhood makes her spiteful at times and causes difficulties sympathizing with those who have a meagre daily struggle of an accidental toe stubbing. Speaking of her history is bothersome to Morana, thus she hardly gives a word and keeps her cynical, envious and spiteful thoughts to herself.

HISTORY

Prestigious, gorgeous and wealthy. The Miller family was renowned for possessing the highest social standing in the Canadian city where they were born and raised. Everybody thought the Millers were a perfect family, their minds fabricating stories of their wonderfully lavish lifestyle inside the august mansion perched on a hill. Frequently, donated to charities, hosted magnificent parties and lived the dreamy life of the rich. The current heads of the Miller household, Brent and Roxanna appeared stunning throughout those younger years. Smiles aplenty and friendly conversation while they gained admiration from their peers was simply common given the lifestyle of all previous Millers. They were a couple of overzealous billionaires with a nation-wide company selling a variety of unique goods, particularly high-quality clothing. When Roxanna was pregnant with Brent’s child, people were hopeful and believed the spectacle was praise-worthy. They were a wealthy couple, certainly anybody under their care would be absolutely elated.

Alas, when the curtain settled over the stage and nobody could view their life-long theatrical performance, the Millers were entirely different. A household torn by meaningless domestic arguing, a warzone for Brent and Roxanna to consistently exchange horrible words. Thus, when their child Morana Miller was born, the home was already a hellscape of nasty verbal exchanges and unhappiness. Love never existed in the relationship, the Miller parents constantly fighting, even in front of their young daughter. Despite the situation, Morana was spoiled as the Miller's an only child, however, her parents hardly dotted on her with attention. They were more concerned about their arguments, merely showering Mora in toys in hopes she would fail to notice the verbal brawls which occasionally turned physical. Alas, piles of toys never blocked out the screaming, shouting or all the bad things. The young girl’s nanny failed to protect the child from those wars between her parents. The child was upset, however, there seemed to be nothing that could be done.

Relief was found when the time arrived for Morana to attend school, her parents paying for her attendance at an all-girls private school. School was a luxury to Morana, solely because it kept her away from her constantly arguing parents. There were many children around her age, thus Morana frequently invested her time in interacting with them, however, she soon learned how much better their home lives were. They spoke of happy, young couples who spoke pleasantly to one another, stunning parents who cared for their children and gave them time. The thought fed the green monster, Morana hastily becoming jealous of those children, but never admitting it. The pink-haired woman played a facade, pretending her parents were better than everybody else. She believed she would receive admiration for what she stated, which, she managed. These fabrication infiltrated her daily life, Mora wishing for those fantasizes to have life breathed into them, however, as time proceeded, she found herself curious about her parents’ arguments.

They were petty things… small little actions which made the other individual tick. Morana watched them fight like animals, insulting one another and occasionally raising fists or throwing items. They were unhappy, but they stayed together in this toxic situation. Eventually, the young girl began investigating, curious about these reasons, and shortly testing her theories about those petty fights. Abruptly, she would mention something which would set her parents off, and it would hastily begin with her being escorted out of the room. It was useful for escaping conversations with the two adults who possessed the courage to label themselves as her parents. They never raised her, the nanny cared for her, loved her and taught her some morals, however, the hired help hardly satisfied Morana’s need for parental attention. She desired parents similar to the ones her friend’s had, not these constantly-arguing, poor excuses for adults. She was still a young, vulnerable child, a mere 5 years old, who needed the warm embrace of support and security, but instead, she was forced to mature a bit.

Fortunately, solace arrived the following year in the form of a young, brown-haired girl name Perci Pattison who easily became Mora’s closest friend. Throughout their school years, Mora remained close to Perci, finding her a pleasant break from the stresses of her home life. Whenever possible, Morana would spend her days with Perci, avoiding her verbally brawling parents. They were the closest of friends, however, little could cease Morana’s disputatious attitude. Fights were interesting… These people speaking out for their so-called just cause while another attempts to accomplish a similar victory. Who would be viewed as correct? Under most circumstances, the victor who would spread their message and get people enthralled by the notion of their side. Arguing was something Mora grew up around, thus, it merely captured her attention more. People were destined to fight, so why not stir the pot for some unfortunate souls? Never did Morana realize her disputatious attitude would capture someone’s attention, someone lurking in the shadows, watching, waiting.

Eventually, nannies left as Mora became older and required less supervision. Frequently, she would spend her time in her room, with Perci or manifesting the starting of another argument between her parents. She never understood why they stubbornly refused to divorce one another. Perhaps they stayed together for their young child, but Morana always found it an stupid reason. Were they unable to see how unhappy she was with their fighting? Or did they enjoy the toxicity and the constant arguing inside these walls? At times, Morana wondered if the home of the Miller family ever had pleasant stories to tell, but always doubted it. Commitment in their family appeared to be constant bickering and uncontrollable squabbling. A loving marriage never existed in the Miller family, however, Morana would always crave it. Especially when her interests in Perci festered differently as the young girl took a step into the difficult world of puberty.

Around this time, she learned the expectation of attending lavish parties and trying to find herself the proper suitor, alas, her interests remained with her female friend. She would always plead with her parents to allow Perci to join the events, which they would oblige, believing it was mere feminine friendship. In reality, the entirety of those parties were spent gallivanting with her dearest friend. Trying every dessert at the sweets table or talking for hours, Mora would easily find her way to avoid her duties as the heir to the Miller family. Even as she was introduced to the excelling clothing company her parents owned, Mora would merely fulfill her duties when she decided to. Even then, it was usually because inspiration struck and she decided to draw some fashion design for her parents to use. Alas, she hardly contributed since she preferred avoiding her parents under most circumstances. Thus, the arguments began being fixated on her, the people who conceived her bringing their complaints only to receive snappish replies from their young daughter. Why should she obey their rule when they never spent time with her?! When all they did themselves was argue?!

Those times were difficult, only becoming worse when Perci brought up she would be leaving for a different school. It was a mysterious set of circumstances, however, everything was crumbling. The single individual who brought joy for Morana’s life would suddenly disappear, being whisked away to a random school, away from her. The young woman desired to purchase a going away present for her precious friend, however, it was too late. The 14-year-old discovered her closest friend was officially gone. Through those weeks, life was hellish as Morana listened to the bickering of her parents and their constant complaints over her attitude and her decisions. She despised her home life, alas, she refused to leave. The wealth was pleasant and she would never be capable of surviving on her own. Thus, she suffered through the situation, trying to survive the high expectations of her parents while maintaining her decent grades.

Alas, rescue from hell came on a chaotic evening in the Miller family. The first lavish party in honour of Mora’s birthday, her parents pushing for suitors despite the occasion. Her friends were unable to attend, leaving Morana with her parents’ friends and their definition of proper future husbands. There were several verbal altercations between Mora and her parents, many party goers glancing in confusion until, suddenly, the doors were swung open. Perhaps they were robbers, however, they brandished guns which was all that mattered. As bullets were shot and people panicked, Morana fled down the back hallway, listening to the loud pops as she shoved open the back doors. Hastily, she bolted down the old dirt path, running without thought of anybody else; her friends were not in there anyways! Gunshots echoed through the chilly night air as the girl proceeded to run in her high heels.

A heel wedged into the soft dirt, a snap reaching Morana’s ears as she tumbled to the filthy ground. She paused, muttering out a cuss word as she slowly attempted to rise from the mud, only to discover a hand reaching out. Slowly, Morana’s eyes gazed up at the mysterious man offering her assistance. Hesitantly, Morana took the hand, rising from the ground and displaying her filth-covered dress. The adolescent’s head refused to keep her eyes on the individual who assisted her, believing she had been captured, however, the time arrived. Once to her feet, the man began speaking, introducing the idea of an academy at a dramatic time. Surprise flared, alas, Morana was invested as her eyes narrowed and she requested to go. After years of living around her parents, she desired freedom, however, these freedoms were already given. When they returned to the household, the location was a massacre, the police already organizing the situation. Morana was numb about the entire situation. Her parents were gone, but could they really be called that?

Custody was granted to her uncle quickly, and a week later, the harbinger arrived with his proposition to take Morana to a new school. Her uncle argued, stating she would need to until her parents’ funeral, but the pink-haired girl rebuked. Another verbal brawl, Morana learning far too well from her parents. Eventually, she was allowed to pack her belongings and leave for the academy. She missed the funeral, but she hardly cared about it. The pink-haired girl was entirely numb to her parents’ death and she wanted to leave. The mysterious Shadow Haven School was an interesting, but welcomed environment, especially when she made an interesting discovery. There she was, her wonderful brunette friend who she missed very much. Perci Pattison, her dearest friend who she gladly began interacting with the moment she discovered it. Through those years, she spent plenty of time with Perci, enjoying every second of it. Thus, when her friend lacked an expensive dorm, Mora requested to have Perci as a roommate, paying for a majority of the expenses. The pair eventually began dating, however, Mora has kept it a secret from her family. For 3 years she has been in Shadow Haven Academy, enjoying herself with arguments and working on her school work on the topic of being a war harbinger.

MISC.

- Likes: Flowers, expensive clothes, sewing, being spoiled, jewelry, arguing, gossip, her family’s company, makeup, fighting, self-defense, horror movies/books, her amulet, causing trouble, fashion designing, drawing, board games, swimming, singing, dancing, dresses, skirts
- Dislikes: Cooking, casual clothing, homework, fakes, tasteless clothing, feathers, birds, bitter foods, fish, large dogs, her parents, being alone, winter, cold weather, rainy days, thunderstorm, small rooms, winter clothes, cheaters
- Fears: Commitment, marriage, divorce
- Morana tends to go by Mora for short.
- Despite her petite size, Morana is frighteningly capable with hand-to-hand combat.
- Morana loves to sing and dance, and she is quite good at it.
- Due to being surrounded by servants to accomplish whatever she commanded, Morana is horrible at cooking. She narrowly managed to understand basic housework to keep her dorm clean.
- Morana sometimes abuses the power of her amulet and uses it to decrease the need to fight her so she can do as she pleases without repercussions. This does not always work.
- Under most circumstances, Mora will start fights between other students instead of getting her hands dirty. If needed, she will shoulder her way into an argument with another student. Despite her preference, she loves being able to defend herself and win fights.
- Mora is excellent at drawing clothing in particular. She sometimes sends designs for her uncle to use.
- She adores the horror genre, thus she gets excited whenever a new book or movie comes out. Usually only people who see her at these events or know her personally know these facts about Mora.
- Morana pays for a majority of the dorm she shares with Perci and has no qualms about it. She considers it a fair exchange since Perci keeps her company and cleans the dorm a majority of the time. Nonetheless, Mora still attempts to keep her stuff tidy so there is less work for Perci to do.
- Her birthday is June 17th, 2003.
- Perci Pattison is a close friend of Morana’s. She finds her quite attractive physically and adorably mentally because of her timidness. She frequently spends time with her, thus Perci is her girlfriend.