Post by Elizabeth Kirsten Morgan on Jun 6, 2012 11:43:20 GMT -8
ELIZABETH KIRSTEN MORGAN
[/font][/center]WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT,
[/font][/center]name » Elizabeth Kirsten Morgan[/font][/center]
nicknames » Liza, Mum, Mama Morgan
age & date of birth » spring, 17; 46
gender » female
sexual orientation » heterosexual
occupation » artisan [glass blower/sculptor]
events » n/a
play by » Holly Marie CombsWE'LL BE SAFE AND SOUND,
likes » tea, coffee, reading, sculpting, photography, most sports, music, museums and galleries
dislikes » liars, smoking (Jerry Taylor Morgan, she is looking at you), her family not talking to her, snakes, needles
personality » Liza has always been an open book. Cheerful, open minded, arts and family-orientated – she finds it difficult to get into an argument with anyone. To her children’s school’s (and some of their friends/classmates’ parents) alarm, this ‘sunny nature’ doesn’t mean she won’t go through someone who is harming or disrupting her children’s lives like a tonne of bricks. She was good at the sciences while at school, despite battling somewhat sexist teachers at the time, however, her passion lies in the arts.
WE'LL TAKE CONTROL OF THE WORLD,
[/font][/center]appearance » Though slim in her youth, Liza has never been of a build which didn’t put on weight – something she loudly curses most of her children for being gifted by their father – and twenty-five years of motherhood and a love of food has taken its toll. She is by no means fat, a little heavier than she would like though – it fluxates, not through dieting but how much exercise she takes or time she has spare. At 5’ 3” she is dwarfed by all her children, including the youngest, Scott, and her husband.
family »
others of importance » Lucas Morgan [husband]
LIKE IT'S ALL WE HAVE TO HOLD ON TO,
[/font][/center]medical history » broke wrist while tackling her husband to the ground during a game of rounders
criminal history » none
life history »
[meet a very long life history]
She was born the second child of four, in a military family, her mother was twenty-two when she had Liza. Though they were a close family, Victoria didn’t want the kids moving around all the time, so while she and the children settled down, for long periods of time Robert wasn’t present, through large phone bills were racked up keeping in contact with him while he was elsewhere. Robert left the army shortly after Liza’s thirteenth birthday, becoming a security officer at the local branch of a bank.
Liza met her future husband, Lucas, when they were still in primary school. Lucas was [and Donte the Useless of Liddellot will tell you the rest of this part. Because she was useless and unhelpful]
Liza’s intent, when she had her first child, aged twenty-one, was not to end up with six more – Jenna had been an accident involving a dodgy condom to start with. Then she had, to the astonishment of her friends, quite enjoyed having Jen so she popped out Hunter to keep the eldest company (more like, in Hunter’s opinion, to have someone for Jenna to torture for eighteen years). She left her job as a receptionist and started working from home, blowing glass and making ornaments – both glass, wood and steel – feeling the need for an artistic outlet amongst wrestling infants. Vanessa, their second girl, this time named by Lucas (not Liza’s favourite name, but she’s managed to get by with shortened versions) followed. The next year, another accident resulted in Zoe, their fourth child - it almost became a game, a noisy, expensive game, gender guessing their kids before they came out. Whoever correctly guessed gender got to pick the child’s name. When she was twenty-four, and heavily pregnant with Zoe, her father was killed during an armed robbery of the bank he was working at. Liza stopped her art at that point, and didn’t start up again until she had Jerry, two years later.
At this point, they moved to a larger, detached home in the suburbs following understanding but irate neighbours pointing out that five children, all under five years old, in the neighbourhood was no good for anyone’s sleep patterns.
When Jerry was two, she got her first exhibition of her work at a local gallery – her work became more popular after that, and she started selling to local craft and furnishing shops at decent prices as well as making higher value commissioned pieces. Distracted by the other kids and her work, she remained empty for a couple of years before baby craving kicked in and, after sitting down and after four days of argument with her husband over the pros and cons of another child, then nine months later, Lucas named their baby girl ‘Penelope’ after his mother – a condition of them having her was that he got to pick the name whether or not he got gender correct, the gender win would instead be who got night time nappy changing duties. Their final child, Scott was born ten and a half years after their first – Lucas and Elizabeth decided at this point that they would stop spawning before they got to a point where they couldn’t afford to clothe the brats.
Liza spent much of her time trying to ensure none of their kids were neglected, but naturally, as they hit their teens, some began to drift a little. Being an easy going kind of family (it was either that or being completely wound up), she let them be, however, more often than not, their friends, boyfriends and girlfriends ended up back at the Morgans’ for dinners and lunch anyway, such massive amounts of food were produced for meals. The one condition attached to the freedom they were afforded was that on their allocated dinner nights, they had to be home to make it (Saturday/Sunday/Monday she deals with it, Tuesday rotates around their children over 13 and living at home, while Wednesday/Thursday/Friday is covered by Lucas) above doing anything else. Only exemptions were granted for major exams.
Despite their number, dinners around the table and ‘Morgan rounders’ a violent, almost ruleless baseball-like game developed by Lucas’ father kept them pretty tight as a unit.
There were a few things that did concern her, but on a whole, she let them be – Jenna’s promiscuity was a concern, but it was really none of her business any point after she got her fixed on the pill and shoved some slides of VDs under her eldest daughter’s nose. Hunter was a more serious problem, he was taken into the station twice. Once after a fight, in which it was deemed he was not the provocateur and got off with a warning, then again after being caught in possession of cannabis. How the police had actually managed to find anything in Jerry and Terry’s room was a mystery to her, really, but the talking to she had left to her husband. Vanessa, though quieter than her older siblings, didn’t cause much bother until she decided that she was moving to Canada at eighteen. The marriage hadn’t particularly concerned Liza, as long as it weren’t too pricey, but the move so far from her family worried her. If Abel and her daughter did have troubles, she was thousands of miles away from them, and – to be honest – she felt Vanessa lacked the tough, independent streak that kept Liza’s mind at rest when Jenna moved in with boyfriends after two weeks or when Hunter decides to get a scholarship to attend university on the other side of the world.
Zoe, like Jenna, wasn’t much of a bother. Not overly dramatic, most crisis surrounded her friends, she got the parental sex-ed talk and was then, again, allowed to get on with things. Penny, somehow, they had allowed to escape the talk, something which Liza would later consider an oversight particularly with the failure of schools to give any way half decent sexual education classes. In trying to get her business set up in Texas, Liza has neglected the goings on in Penny’s life for the last year or so, something which she feels a little guilty about. It took Hunter asking her about it to realise that the nice blonde boy who occasionally dropped by their house wasn’t actually Penny’s boyfriend, something she had just assumed.
Scott was... well, Scott was a fourteen year old boy. A slightly pissed off, still, fourteen year old at being dragged half way around the world away from his friends, but he seemed to have settled down alright in America, popular in the sports and athletics circles, despite his father banning him from taking part in American football.
In all honesty, she was no more pleased about Lucas’ job dragging them from their Australian home than her youngest child was. Her business had been thriving and she had even been considering opening a small shop now that all the kids were at an age where they could look after themselves – however, she had accepted that it would be both a boost for his career and would give them a significantly greater income. Though she hadn’t been delighted with both Jenna and Jerry dropping out of school to do apprenticeships, and Vanessa’s move to Canada, it had saved them thousands in university fees, a bit more cash would be useful for Penny and Scott if they chose the university path.
She was a little surprised when their children started pouring back in. Jerry followed them out to the town after a few months finishing up in Australia – the least surprising, with Addison’s reputation for horses and then – again, not entirely unsurprisingly – the competitive, risk-taker of a cheat, Hunter, had been caught out in a rugby union steroids scandal and had decided to hide out in the States rather than face embarrassment (initially residing with his parents and younger siblings, he moved in with Jerry the moment he heard about the spare bed-cupboard in his brother’s flat). What had got to Liza, and had angered her a little, was that Vanessa had kept them in the dark about her husband’s death for a number of months. Her third child didn’t often call, but it hurt Liza that she had never asked them to come support her after Abel passed. She supposed it was partially her own fault, she had left informing Hunter and Vanessa about their move to Lucas, which she later discovered he hadn’t done – Hunter had found out through Penny and Vanessa had only realised a little while back, from one of her siblings.
Jenna was the most recent move, informing her mother than she was pregnant and that she didn’t know how to look after kids without eighteen other people in a house. Which was Jenna-speak for she missed her family.
AND WE'LL BE A DREAM,
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DO YOU REMEMBER THE NIGHTS,
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