Morrisey

|| morrisey || male ♂ || october 13th, 1909 ;; libra ♎ || 

smells like teen spirit- tori amos (nirvana cover)

prompt: how does their theme song represent them?

morrisey is a fiend, but he pays the sorry consequence of the bargain. a life spent of entertaining crowds with the

unfortunate downfall of many others, and thriving from their losses. a gambling man is one who cannot be trusted,

a simple look can set yourself up for chaos. he's one who lives in the bright lights of the circus, surrounded by a

crowd to put on a show, he's learned to hide his anarchy behind a mask of appeal. when the lights of the circus

come to a dim, and he finds himself in the familiar seat under casino luminescence, he's someone else in the flesh,

a predator. a poker face you've never seen, his cards are daggers, dealing them to each player, but never getting

cut himself. he's definitely worse at what he does best, and for him it's a gift that deals to him many payouts and

fortune that he shares with none other than his lonesome. sometimes living in this separate reality blurs what's

really palpable and he feels like he's losing control of himself and his actions. despite this all, he's been described

by others as like no other, but he has a wild side that roams free while in the ring, but it makes him the entertainer

he was meant to be.

"load up on guns, bring your friends

it's fun to lose and to pretend

she's over-bored and self-assured

oh no, i know a dirty word

hello, hello, hello, how low

hello, hello, hello, how low,"

the song represents not only his almost secondary life within the silent walls of the casino, but also the way he's able

to entertain a crowd as if he were solely born to do that and nothing else. being caught up in the beaming lights and

consumed by a crowd and the scrutiny was like a completely separate reality from the one lived in, and it was

creating another autonomous psyche. the thing he is worse at, but does best is gambling, and it's almost criminal how

good he is, even if it is ruining him. he shares fame with those that are around him, but his greed doesn't allow him to

share the money he is able to make from his habits. morrisey's lust for life and money is contagious, and stupid and he's

lived ironically- trying to be youthful and lively, but chasing money for most of his life. the carnies that virtually worship

the ringmaster are oblivious to the addiction he has, and are ignorant to the fact that he's falling down a rabbit hole of

self-loathing and self-assurance, a deadly cocktail. when the lights in the circus go low, things are less dangerous, and

he's able to free himself of his identity crisis, and live in the dark corners of both his mind and his city- a place where

people don't dare to step. he's about as harmless as a fly, but is able to cause havoc in the trade of his game, his home

is the gambling den, and the pain he causes there is inflicted on the other's self demand. morrisey is well known for the

dexterity of his bets and takes pride in the fact of the matter.

"with the lights out, it's less dangerous

here we are now, entertain us

i feel stupid and contagious

here we are now, entertain us,"

morrisey was coined the devil by many people, believing that he'd simply sold his soul for his adroitness in the hand of

cards, but he believes he was just lucky- kissed by the grace of the game. though, it's reasonable to ponder if the metier

is actually worth all the woe it causes. others believe he sleeps on a bed of cards and is just non compos mentis, but like

many others, he was graced with a hand of talents that he must find for himself, and fortunately for him, he'd found it. for

he plays a fiddle not, but his instrument is the cards that are dealt to him. aside from this all, he is a quiet being, one of few

words and keeps his hat tipped low, blocking his eyes from sight. even if he does cause vexation in many, he tries to avoid it

himself, and would prefer to go unrecognized. people fear him, and the name of his game, but he minds it not, and would

nearly prefer it that way. keeping the gambling life separate from his circus life is one thing that impedes frequently, as he

doesn't want to ruin the only things that he has and risk losing everything which be his ultimate downfall.

"'i'm worse at what i do best

and for this gift i feel blessed

our little group has always been

and always will until the end

hello, hello, hello, how low

hello, hello, hello, how low,"

originally he is from novosibirsk, russia and has a thick russian accent that is present when he is guiding the circus. morrisey

is truly a riveting soul, with an often cold demeanor due to past experiences and many fear being on his bad side. though,

he does prefer solitude over a room full of people, even if he is constantly surrounded by many others. all things considered,

morrisey is very perplexing to most, and his skeletons in the closet are obscenely well hidden. many do not dare to take a bet

with him, and prefer to keep their distance, but admire him from afar rather, and sometimes he admires himself from afar,

from this separate reality that he constantly butts heads with.

"and i forget just why i taste

oh yeah, i guess it makes me smile

i found it hard, it's hard to find

oh well, whatever, never mind."