Morrigan. A waste, truly. Skin, tendon, tissue in a strange amalgamation that is somehow animate, creating form. And while little value could truly be found from her existence, it is forgiveable. Because she is beautiful. [ As you see her, she is. Whether or not truly beautiful to the beholder's eye, certain technical aspects of beauty cannot be denied. Black hair tinted purple, light lavendar streaks sudden against the darkness, and amidst it all a pale face, darkened along eyes and lips to be more striking. Rings found along her lips are occasionally absent but often there in cold contrast against warm skin. Colors occasionally change, perhaps from the colder hues to a red, but over all, this is her. Dress is regularly of a gothic nature, leather, lace, but quite often black. ]