Physical Description: Morel is small in every sense of the word. Small hands, small feet, small nose and completely lacking in real height or broad stature.
His dirty blond hair becomes lighter the more time he spends in the sun, but he counters this with ample moonlight. Blue lagoon eyes that are as wide as the ocean but as deep as a puddle.


Mental Description: Morel is budding with a fanatic curiosity and imagination that drives his every sense of being forwards. Where others see a rusty old cauldron, Morel sees an ancient war troll helmet.
He is bold. Confident. Friendly. Passionate. Incredibly gullible... and a few Knuts short of a Sickle.

Biography: Morel grew up in a cozy little hamlet near the famous Loch Ness. Adventures around the garden and skimming stones of the black waters of the Loch filled the time between now and then. He would often travel into Inverness with his family as he quickly learned that magical folks have common needs too. Easier to nip into Lidl for food than to cultivate a garden year-round.

First Instance of Magic: Morel's first instance of absolutely, one-hundred percent, accidental magic aberrations (aged 9 and 3/4 - late bloomer gets the worm?) came in the form of sprouting hair from his sister's nostrils in front of the local pretty boy. Thankfully, their father saw the funny side of it, even going as far as combing her nostril hair into 'elephant tusks' while she slept! She still hasn't forgiven him for that, but Morel thinks that is just swell.