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Application » nomlies (morgankai)
broken skies and broken lives
lies left wide open
falling to the earth as the soul
NAME. Morgan Cole Seymour, although as his modelling career took off, he was advised to change his name to something more catchy, at which point he became known as Kai (which is Welsh meaning keeper of the keys and earth). It's been such a long time since he was called Morgan (or anything, really, after the spread of the virus) that it seems like he wouldn't even think to respond to it anymore, but even when he was living in the big cities of Milan, Paris, and London (and anywhere else he was sent for a photo shoot), he still turned when he heard someone shouting "Morgan!" He'll accept being called either Kai or Morgan from other people he meets after the spread of the virus -- Kai if they recognise him as a model, Morgan if he introduces himself.
AGE. 24
DATE OF BIRTH. April 20, 1988 at 3:59 am
FORMER OCCUPATION. Model; anyone who regularly spent enough time looking at clothing advertisements in fashion magazines might be able to recognise him (or browsing popular models online), but to the normal person not immersed in the fashion world (either fan or a part of) probably wouldn't think he was anything out of the ordinary.
SEXUALITY. As far as experience goes, Morgan would have to be labeled as bisexual and would probably place somewhere between a two and a three on the Kinsey scale, but that's perhaps more a result of his tendency to do whatever was needed to further his career. Incidentally, he's more attracted to girls than he is to boys, but as far as he's concerned, sex is sex, and he's not stingy. (Player note: Whenever I make a new character, I always have their sexuality start as somewhere around bisexual, because I have no idea yet what the muse really wants -- sometimes they lie when they say one thing, so I usually wait to see how they interact with other characters and until that point all I can do is guess.)
BIOGRAPHY. In July of the year 1986 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, two young kids just out of high school decided to get married, going against everything their parents had pleaded for them to do (wait for college, get an education and a good job), but Marietta Vaughn and Jacob Seymour were in love and couldn't stand to live another moment apart, so they did what any rash young couple did and started their life together early. Some of their friends said they were on the fast track to heartbreak and a hard life, but they didn't care -- they had each other, and that was all that mattered. Too bad they were wrong in not giving credit to the influences outside themselves that would impact their lives and their marriage. A mere year after they had married, Marietta was pregnant and both were working full-time, minimum-pay jobs to make their bills and were in no way mentally or financially prepared to care for a kid, but they were nonetheless ecstatic about the news and ploughed right ahead, even though Jacob's parents had moved north to New York the past year and Marietta's father had died, leaving only a small inheritance of insurance and bills to his wife and daughter.
After a few visits with her Obstetrician/Gynecologist (OB/GYN), it became obvious that Marietta wasn't just having a baby, she was having babies. Not even that deterred her and Jacob from their happiness, though, and they began preparing for the two bundles of joy they knew would only perfect their current situation. Jacob got a second job so that he could afford to buy things for the babies such as cradles and walkers while Marietta struggled to keep up with her current job while taking extra shifts whenever she could. Eventually, the ninth month neared and Marietta was forced to go on maternity leave (something that hurt their income, but at least they were eligible for food stamps and government aid with their new babies), and late at night on April 19th, Jacob rushed her to the hospital. Finally, the next morning at 3:51 their first baby was born, a girl whom they named Ashton, and a mere eight minutes later, at 3:59 AM, their son, to be named Morgan Cole, was born. A couple of days later, Jacob took his wife and two new babies home, and for several years their life was full of the happiness they had clung to since their youth.
Unfortunately, things don't always stay the same, and after five years of living the same way -- from paycheck to paycheck, never knowing if he would be able to feed his family and starting to believe things would never get better, Jacob began falling into depression. Marietta's disallusions had also been broken, especially with the death of her mother due to brain cancer a couple of months after the twins' fifth birthday. Jacob had been talking to his parents for a while, who were trying to convince him to go to New York, where his father had gotten a good job and they could help provide for the family. Marietta stubbornly refused to go when Jacob made the suggestion and reacted like he was betraying her and their kids by suggesting it -- she vehemently insisted that things would get better if they tried and worked together, and if they couldn't make things work together then they weren't as strong and perfect for each other as he had always told her. Jacob responded angrily, and the fight quickly escalated into a gruesome, bitter argument in which both parties threw insults and made nasty comments they would never be able to take back. In September of 1988, Jacob Seymour and Marietta Vaughn Seymour mutually filed for a divorce, split the twins down the middle, and by October both Jacob and Ashton were in New York with the Seymours. Although she never talked to him again, Marietta never stopped referring to herself as "Marietta Seymour" and likely never stopped thinking of herself as Jacob's wife.
The next several years passed seemingly uneventful; Marietta fell into a deep rut and began chainsmoking and drinking to fill the lonely hours she would have normally spent with Jacob and Ashton while Morgan learned how to fend for himself and made allies of some of the other kids in the neighborhood. And although it had it's share of problems, the Lower North Philadelphia community was his home and would be for the first sixteen years of his life. In it, he learned important survival skills that kept him out of trouble as a kid and would keep him alive later in life when the virus spread. Although drug dealing was never a part of Morgan's life, it was a part of his community and he inevitably tried out several different kinds of drugs before he finally stepped out of it (of course, even then he was still immersed in a world of drug and sex), but other than that he led a fairly normal life up until his sixteenth birthday. He went to school more often than not, had friends, had girlfriends, learned how to speak Spanish because of the big Hispanic influence in his neighborhood and the ones surrounding them.
By the time a scout for a modelling agency found Morgan in the King of Prussia Mall, Marietta was having heart problems and had been diagnosed with Cardiovascular Disease. Because she had faith in his ability to become a successful model, she allowed Morgan to drop out of school (of course, he was supposed to be keeping up with his studies, but in the volatile and fast-paced fashion industry, being devotedly studious would have required more effort than he had ever wanted to put into school. Anyway, he was invited to lots of parties where he was required to make the right connections, and between that and actually working, he barely had time for sleep, let alone extensive schoolwork. Thanks partially to the environment he had been raised in, Morgan was ruthlessly ambitious and didn't have any problems cutting someone down for the sake of his own career. Given that, it's unsurprising that he tended to make enemies rather than friends, and even the girls he dated were backstabbers -- eventually, it got to the point where he stopped trusting people enough to let them so close that they could discover things about him that could possibly destroy his career.
As soon as he started becoming successful enough to be earning money rather than spending it, Morgan hired a financial advisor to sort out his money and put it in the proper bonds and savings (having never had money, he didn't really understand anything that went into saving it) and immediately paid for his mother to be moved into nicer housing in Philadelphia and also paid for several expensive medical fees for his mother in the hopes that money would be able to purchase her health. Unfortunately, she had gone for too long without medical assistance and had done too much damage to her body due to her dual cigarette and alcohol addictions. Halfway through Morgan's twentieth year, his mother died; neither his father or sister were at the funeral. He hadn't thought to -- hadn't thought they would care. (That was what he muttered angrily to himself, at least; in reality, Morgan was embittered toward the other half of his family -- specifically his father -- for abandoning him and his mother in urban Philadelphia.)
As Morgan got older, he just seemed to become more and more successful in his career, although that might be more reflective of his ability to do just about anything to get what he wanted as much as it had to do with his talent and ability to model. He happened to have a good facial structure for pictures and was photogenic; he was also lucky that, in the years spent on the streets, he didn't get shot or stabbed in a way that would permanently scar and ruin his near-perfect appearance (he does have a small scar, however, on the outside of his right thigh right under his hip, from where he got into a fight with a guy and was pushed down onto the pavement which had been littered with broken glass, one of the big pieces of which had lodged into his skin and wasn't removed until later (the belated attention given to it was probably the only reason it scarred).
When news of the virus mutation spread, Morgan was in Los Angeles doing a photoshoot -- although immediatelly he thought about his father and sister who were, to his knowledge, still in New York City (he had received letters from his father since the divorce, he had just never opened them because he still stubbornly insisted his father had betrayed him), Morgan stayed around to complete his job, confident that the problem would be rectified before it had the opportunity to become a pandemic. Less than two months later, he was sitting in his hotel room in California when he was informed by the front desk that he had a phone call from a man claiming to be his father; after verifying that it was, indeed, the man he hadn't seen since he was five years old, he started talking to him through the girl at the desk -- still unable to have direct contact with him as he clung with trembling fingers to the walls he had erected around his feelings as a young boy to protect himself from the devastating effects the divorce had upon his emotionality. After the message came through, though, that the situation in the city had just worsened, Morgan finally talked to his father on the telephone who told him that he was going to try to get out of the city and that Ashton was with him. Despite years of not talking to him, Morgan was quick to agree to meet him -- he had his own place in the city of Blue Bell in Pennsylvania outside of Philadelphia where he would meet them and they would stock up on foods and everything they would need until the virus was destroyed. That agreement in mind, Morgan hurried to get everything he would need for the trip from California, packed his car, and headed out.
On the drive to Pennsylvania, Morgan alternated between listening to cds he had stashed in his car and listening to the radio for any hint of what was going on. The world seemed to be in complete chaos, and he only managed to distract himself by listening to his favourite tunes. During the entire forty hour trip, he only stopped for food and drinks a couple of times, stocking up on snacks rather than making several pit-stops. The distance from New York to his house was considerably shorter (just two hours), so he wanted to make sure that he would be there as soon as he could. Once he arrived and found no traces of his father or sister, Morgan called the number in New York that he had been contacted by, even though his father had told him that they wouldn't be at that location any longer, thinking that maybe something had happened and they had found their way back to wherever the phone was. For a couple of months, he waited and watched as the world started crumbling around him. The virus had spread -- become airborne, and wasn't quarrantined to the Manhattan Island any longer. Despite wanting to run to his family's rescue, Morgan found himself staying in town, helping other survivors continue to survive and -- in a streak of curiosity, venturing into the dark to get a glimpse of exactly what was lurking just beyond his sight. What he found wasn't what he had been expecting, and Morgan was lucky to have gotten away with his life. During that brief encounter, he discovered that he was immune to physical transmition as well as airborne, as he had been bit by one and didn't turn.
Only a couple of months later, all of the people Morgan had been staying with and helping had either been killed or had left in search of a colony of survivors, leaving him once more alone in his house. For a few days, Morgan waited in his empty house, feeling very acutely how meaningless everything he had done up until that point was now -- all the money he had made, the stocks and bonds he had invested, his status as a famous model, all of it meant nothing; he had nothing. His only surviving family, that he knew of, was in New York City, and it was possible that even they weren't alive any more. He couldn't say for sure that his sister and father would be immune like he was -- after all, even in his town, he had seen and heard of many instances where family turned on family. The percentage of people with immunity seemed, to him, to be very small compared to the percentage of people who were either mutated by the virus or killed. He could only hope that they were still alive -- he didn't have anything else to live for, anymore. If necessary, he would search the entire world for them. For a few days before he left, he gathered supplies, raided military arsenols, and took anything he thought he could possibly need. He wasn't a trained fighter by any means, but he had been in enough streetfights as a child and teenager to be able to defend himself; guns were no stranger to him, as he and several of his friends had owned one illegally thanks to the black market that thrived off the business (in the so-called "slums" of Philadelphia, some people saw it as weak and dumb to not carry around a gun for self-defense, and Morgan wasn't going to be caught off-guard by anyone). He found the right vehicle for transportation, hooked up his speedboat to the back, and set off at dawn toward New York City. As soon as he left Blue Bell and began to really see the extent of the damage that had been caused by one little cure, Morgan started to panic, because how likely was it that anyone had survived? What if everyone else was dead -- killed off by either the virus or the monsters?
It wasn't long before Morgan arrived at the destroyed bridges that had once sprawled across the river to Manhattan Island. Backing up his SUV to a ramp, Morgan tossed all of his supplies, weapons, and everything else into the boat, locked the vehicle, and headed across the water to the dismal city whose gloomy buildings almost urged him to turn around and go back. Rather than giving in to the mounting fear, he continued, adamantly determined to find both his sister and father alive and return them safely to his home, where they could stay, protected, by whatever means necessary.
All didn't go as he had planned, however, and although Morgan eventually found signs of life in the city, he didn't meet anyone. He began leaving legibly scrawled notes in places he thought any immune human living in the city might go, telling anyone who read the note to respond to it and turn up at that same spot the next day because he checked all of the locations he had left messages on a daily basis. After searching for countless months, he still refuses to give up hope that his last remaining family is still alive -- after all, that hope is all he has left.
out of character information.
PLAYED-BY. Gaspard Ulliel, held by
alienmice.AIM. hissilentheart
JOURNAL.
morgankai | morgankaiEXAMPLES. All my previous applications are housed here (
alienmice; sorted in memories here). Threading examples can be found here, here, and here.REQUEST MEMBERSHIP. here, here, & here
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