Name: Michael Morrison
Height: 6'1
Weight:153
Age: 27
Race: Human+
Appearance: You see a relatively average looking man with chin-length dirty blond hair that hasn't seen a comb in days, and a stubble-filled chin that is equally unmaintained. His jeans are beyond 'worn', sporting a few holes in each leg and a handful of dirty patches. A wrinkled black shirt and a jean jacket complete the ensemble, and the only other noteworthy trait is a backpack slung over one shoulder. The very perceptive may notice the cigarette stains on his fingers, and the lingering scent of alcohol on his clothes.

Ability: Morrison has abnormally good luck. Though it is not absolute, more often than not things will work in his favor. Whether it's a game of cards, finding valuable items, or escaping fatal situations that should have killed him by mere inches, the ability is well beyond average--though Morrison himself simpy thinks he has 'good luck', and nothing more.

Background: The son of a Canadian Armed Forces soldier and a nurse, Morrison led a normal a happy existence for most of his early life in a small town in Ontario. The happy childhood gave way to a tumultuous adolescence, and in his late high school years he began using drugs and drinking recreationally, and was soon committing small thefts to finance the habits. Over the years the compulsions only strengthened, and it was only a matter of time before he was given an ultimatum; join the military, or leave the house.

He chose the latter, and soon found himself on the streets dealing, occasionally sleeping in parks or at a customer's home. He supplemented his narcotics income with theft, everything ranging from purse snatching to break and enters, and spent more than a few nights in a jail cell, though never for more than a few days at a time. When he was 23, the spontaneous purchase of a lottery ticket changed everything. $2.5 million was added to his bank account, and he left Canada a few months later to travel the States--on foot. Aside from financing his living expenses, drug habits, and the occasional stripper, the money sits mostly untouched and unmentioned. He enjoys keeping this little secret.

His journey has very recently brought him across Bon Temps, a few years older than when he left Canada, and addicted to cigarettes, alcohol, and most recently V. The rest of the drugs still fall into the 'recreational' category. Despite his unused wealth, Morrison's compulsion to steal remains a strong part of his personality, and he occasionally does just that when the urge presents itself.