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.•⁎✧ Main Character Background ✧⁎•.

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MORGAN LA GRÂCE MATTHEWS WAS AN 18-year-old devout Christian girl who had the wildest of imaginations.

     She was the Pevensie children's closest friend. She had known them since they were toddlers, and she a child. Their parents had been close friends, their fathers having gone to fight in the war together.

     She had chestnut brown shoulder-length hair that naturally curled around, faint freckles, one dimple that appeared on her left cheek when she smiled widely, and forest green eyes that were overshadowed by long, dark eyelashes that didn't need any mascara to look as good as they did. She had plump pink lips that she chewed on and picked at, as it was a bad habit she was never able to keep at bay. It often left her lips sort of red and painful in some places, though they were always somehow soft and pretty. She had far from perfect teeth, as a couple were slightly higher than the others - and yet, she was always told it gave her character... only added to how pretty she was. She never really agreed, however, but left them the way they were because people seemed to like them the way they were. (Besides, it would have been expensive to fix them.)

     Morgan was quite skilled at drawing and singing, as she'd been drawing animals and people and singing since she was very little. She never used to be very good at either, but, as they say, with time, patience, and practice comes skill. She was now drawing portraits of people and detailed dragons, drawing full-body figures in different poses to practice with anatomy and drawing different woodland and mythical creatures. She didn't think she was the absolute best at singing, but she had pretty good control over her voice. She had been complimented by her parents and childhood friends on her voice, and she'd always been modest but thankful for it.

     She always had an affinity for rings and necklaces. Not bracelets as much, but she did have two that she liked - a copper one with pretty engraved patterns, and another a leather braided one with five copper hearts lining it that her father once got for her. The first one, he'd gotten as a gift for her from America (Arizona, she thought), and the other a gift that he let her pick out from a nice jewelry store they'd gone to on a father-daughter date before he left to fight in the war. She was only thirteen at the time, but he wanted to get her something special in person, since he would be away for a long time. She never took it off, save for when she bathed. She proudly donned the bracelet wherever she went. Despite those beloved bracelets, necklaces were her favorite and always would be.

     She wore a silver cross necklace (the cross about two inches long) with a scripture engraved on the front of it, and she wore it everywhere she went. The scripture was her favourite one in the whole Bible, one that had been dear to her heart all her life: Matthew 6:9-13. The Lord's Prayer. Her father, Lewis, whom she had always idolized and cherished, had bought it for her and had mailed it to her along with a letter for her fifteenth birthday. He couldn't personally give it to her because he was still indeed serving in the war. It was her most prized possession, and she kept the letter he sent with her wherever she went. He always had such a way with words that never ceased to make the girl feel so special. That letter was the last thing she had of him before she and her mother learned that he had been killed in action.

     She vowed, that day, to live on and be like her father in any way that she could, and to keep the necklace and letter with her - even if one of them broke or deteriorated over time. She would never get rid of either item that she cherished with every fiber of her being.

     Morgan also had a small brown Bible containing all 66 ancient books in the pocket of her jacket, protected by a drawstring pouch. It had the large brand of a lion on the front leather cover, and she later found that it closely resembled Aslan.