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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍 & 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋:
it was difficult to live in arcadia and not find your people. especially when in some way shape or form you’re either related or your parents knew each other somehow. to marisol, morgan had always been the sister she always wanted. “well i’m glad i could help you get your daily dose of sunshine. what have you been up to in that lab of yours?” marisol had always envied morgan just a little bit — never in a negative way, she sometimes just wished she was a mutant. she loved seeing how tirelessly and hard morgan worked on her craft, and she wished to be as naturally smart and driven as the other. “of course, the flower really brings out your eyes, morg.” she thought briefly about her brother, elliot, the one they shared in common. “have you spoken with elliot recently?” she asked softly, worrying about him being one of the new things on her to do list.
morgan was always delighted to spend time with other women, considering they were all-powerful entities in a place like arcadia and you could never truly stop admiring and learning from them. marisol was no exception. “sounds ridiculous, but i just dusted off my 12-year-old self’s blueprints for a spacesuit and i’ve been throwing all my resources into finding out if it’s viable after all,” she let out a chuckle, conscious of what a potential waste it could’ve been if it were definitively worthless — but she had faith in her abilities. worst case scenario, she had to ask her father for help. “aw, shucks. aren’t you just a peach.” a smile eclipsed their lips before their brother was mentioned and she squared her shoulders. “not really. i’ve been stupid busy. i should prolly call him up, though. you?”
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a workaholic by nature, morgan hardly found time to leave the four walls she confined herself in and enjoy what was happening in the world outside the compound. of course — it was only her drive that kept her locked up, and she could take a couple hours off at any time — but those were such precious hours she could’ve used to innovate! still, it was difficult to deny marisol’s offer. “i definitely needed the sun, that’s for sure,” the blonde tilted her head back and gazed up at the sky before grinning at the offered flower. “thank you, sol.” she mimicked the other and fixed the stem behind her own ear.
location: on a walk to you decide.
the world was such a beautiful place — the wind swept through the green leaves that hung perfectly from their branches. the flowers were enjoying their last moments before the seasons changed and if marisol listened close enough, she could hear the birds singing their tunes up in the trees. “i told you the walk there would be fun, didn’t i — ooh look!” a widespread smile took over the entirety of marisol’s features as she ran ahead to a small flower patch, picking two and tucking one behind her ear. “for you!” she held the flower out to the other.
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morgan let out a huff through her nose at the other’s complaining. she was trying to be a more actively social person and adhere to her parents’ requests that she leave the compound at least once a week for fresh air — and some of that included offering friends a ride to work when they needed it for easy conversation. but why did that mean she couldn’t play her music in her car, technically now a work vehicle? “literally shut up, i’ll listen to summertime sadness as many times i want, and you’re gonna like it.” she insisted, only partially stern about it.
location : replier’s vehicle, cruising through the area.
status: open, capping at 5. (1/5)
situated uncomfortably in the backseat, having insisted on needing the extra space, a huff of noise blew past shea’s lips. this had to be the what—third time this song had been played during what was supposed to be a short car ride. incessant beat and less than subpar vocals grating on her very last nerve, shea groaned. “i swear to god, if i hear this song again im jumping out of the window.” the glass lowered, air billowed in through the openings and blew thick, brown curls away from her face. “to each their own, but how you manage to listen to this all fucking day is beyond me.”
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⟨ hunter schafer. trans female. she/her. 23. ⟩ LOADING FILES … did you know TONY STARK AND PEPPER POTTS’ child’s name is MORGAN STARK ?! i’ve seen them around town listening to MARINERS APARTMENT COMPLEX by LANA DEL REY ! they seem to be quite intellectual, but also presumptuous, but it makes sense given they are a MEMBER at THE YOUNG AVENGERS. i’d watch out for them, though, official files say they’re a HUMAN skilled in ENGINEERING. no surprise there !
backstory here and wcs here !
— BASIC INFORMATION.
BIRTH NAME: Morgan H. Stark. NICKNAMES: Little Miss, Squirt, Morg. AGE: 23. BIRTH DATE: July 18th, 1999. ZODIAC: Cancer. ETHNICITY: Caucasian. GENDER: Trans female. ORIENTATION: Questioning. RELIGION: Atheist-Agnostic. SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English. BIRTHPLACE: New York, New York. HOMETOWN: New York, New York. CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Avengers Compound. OCCUPATION: Engineer for the Young Avengers. EDUCATION: Master’s in Chemical Engineering and considering getting her PhD.
— RELATIONSHIPS.
PARENTS: Raised by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. SIBLINGS: Sebastian Stark, Elliot Stark-Frost. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None. CHILDREN: None.
— PERSONALITY.
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good. INTELLIGENCE: Genius-level intelligence that she uses in the pursuit of discovery and creation. STRENGTHS: Intellectual, empathetic, ambitious, focused, magnanimous, dignified, brilliant. WEAKNESSES: Abrupt, obsessive, overimaginative, dogmatic, presumptive, workaholic. AESTHETIC: Space buns, dyed hair, Y2K, ornate rings, layered necklaces, too many tabs open, highlighted passages, dogeared pages, glow in the dark star stickers, missed calls at 2 am, half finished cups of coffee, messy workspace, norman fucking rockwell by lana del rey, oh no! by marina, birds don’t sing by tv girl.
— PHYSICAL TRAITS.
FACE CLAIM: Hunter Schafer. EYE COLOUR: Blue. HAIR COLOUR: Blonde. HEIGHT: 5 ft 10. WEIGHT: 130lbs. BODY BUILD: Average. TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: Cancer constellation on hip. Ear piercings including lobe and cartilage, septum piercing. NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: Always wearing band aids as a result of some injury from constant work.
— HEALTH.
ALLERGIES: None. SMOKES?: No. DRINKS?: Occasionally. DRUGS?: None. CHRONIC ILLNESS: None. OTHER: None. EATING HABITS: Tries to have a balanced diet, orders takeout 80% of the time. EXERCISE HABITS: Minimal exercise.
— PHOBIAS AND DISORDERS.
PHOBIAS: Failure, crowded spaces, moths. ADDICTIONS: None. MENTAL DISORDERS: None. WHEN WAS THIS DIAGNOSED?: N/A.
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Hunter Schafer as JULES VAUGHN in Euphoria, 1x05 - ‘03 Bonnie and Clyde
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