A student of the world and its denizens, Morgan wanders through his space and time with a sense of abstract existence and a smile on. Sometimes, when the light catches it right, he sees the world turn simply because he exists, sees to it that it revolves around the people who matter most to him, and secretly realizes that the world only rotates because staying still is boring. Truly, such is life.
A practitioner of all philosophy and religious disciplines, Morgan rises early in the morning because sleeping in is the devil, goes to bed late because going to bed early is the devil, drives a horse and buggy when not driving a car or riding a bike or walking, because any of those are the devil on any given day, and never wears green on St. Patrick's day, mostly because he usually forgets, but partly because green is the devil. He appears at peace with the world, although this is not actually true- he is in fact waging a guerrilla war against personal tranquility by appearing peaceful while secretly tossing and turning with all the chaos of a thousand years of fury. Where he found such fury is debatable- some say that he was possessed by an ancient native american spirit, once buried on the land Morgan's crib occupied, while others believe that Morgan simply is the devil incarnate. Wearing a black suit, he certainly lends credit to this theory.
