morrow ✧

Born Winona Morning from a yawning eggshell of a mother. They imagine it buttercream yellow, like the rest of their life to date: fashioned perfectly in form and function.

Flitting through names and fancies, Winona-then-Winnie found themself a solitary, shining thread in humanity's pattern. With their peculiar nature and unwavering (quite precocious) convictions, it was little surprise that few others gravitated to Winnie-then-Morrow the way Morrow gravitated to them.

All the moreso when the news broke of their faither's proclivity for murdering ████████ █████ █████ ████ █████ ████ ████. Needless to say, they've been alone for quite some time.

No worries! Morrow has always known better than anyone that everything is the way it has to be.

It's difficult to say if Morrow's strange nature informed or was informed by their daredevil streak. What's for certain is that Morrow has always been interested in flirting with disaster -- whatever that may look like at the given moment.

So despite their gentle demeanor, Morrow has been known to jump head-first into the figurative shark tank. On tamer days, this reflects back to their smoking habit, or their proclivity for rollercoasters; others, their habit of taking dangerous bets and playing with fire has landed them in the hospital for days at a time.

Regardless of outcome, Morrow always comes out the other side grinning, eager for another thrill. There are few things more wonderful than experiencing life to its fullest, after all -- to feel the future whip into fruition, like volcanic wind scorching their cheeks.

Their first year of college, Morrow met their friends.

It isn't that Morrow had never had friends before; rather, that these friends, with their good morning texts and reminders to eat, their seamless knitting together with each other and with Morrow, felt somehow less transient. Morrow was not untethered from their lives as they were from everything, because they had been cupped, dandelion-like, in the careful hands of those who wished to keep them near.

And so it was that these four friends were very special: not to the pattern, necessarily, but to Morrow.

After college, they lived together, all five of them. After some deliberation, they even went and signed the paperwork together: five unbleeders with five sets of inserts, and five cors, each wound in threads of gold.

They were out driving one night when Morrow decided to kill them.

It felt necessary, suddenly, to die together. Or maybe they'd live -- that, too, would be wonderful! Either way, they'd picked out their inserts; the pattern was set as it always had been. Nothing could happen that wasn't meant to. And so Morrow sped up. And so the car crashed.

It was more horrific than they'd intended; the car was further out from downtown Caer Sidi than they'd realized. There are very few things that can prevent a corpse from being turned into an Unbleeder. Extensive burn damage makes the list.

Morrow was revived nearly unscathed, save for a nasty scar across their back. Another was saved too, barely. The rest were gone, as quickly as they'd come in the first place.

Morrow believes in the pattern now more than ever.

It makes a certain sense. As it is, Morrow worships faithfully at the altar of fate as they perceive it, a candle they keep carefully and quietly lit against their chest. Otherwise, they would have to accept the unacceptable: that they are just a normal person, who brought about the painful and permanent death of nearly everyone who's ever truly loved them.

How sad! They choose not to think of it like that. Instead, they continue on as they always have -- though maybe a bit more careful.

Only a bit, though. Nowadays, they're a professional organ donor: a highly experimental job for Unbleeders at Llawes Corp. For a few days every month, they have an organ or two removed in such a way that delays the regeneration process, making it easier for them to be transplanted into humans who need them -- honestly, the science goes a bit over Morrow's head! All they know is they need to stick around the hospital for a week or so to make sure everything goes okay.

Which suits them just fine. It's good to help, and to meet new and strange people!

So even if they're alone again, that's okay. Things happen as they're meant to happen. And Morrow is happy. Honest!