"So I'm off the hook, because everyone else in your life is such an asshole that I get to be the least of all assholes. I'm a real lucky guy."
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Source work and author: Original Character Door: Marvel Character Journal name:luckiestnumber Character Name: Seven Morgan Character Age: 37 Character Played By:LoganMarshall-Green
Character History and Personality:
Not all great men are born that way -- and some great men are born as nothing, as Seven Morgan knows all too well. He was born in a housing project in the South Bronx, on the filthy mattress where Seven slept for the first six years of his life, with his mother and brother. Of course, he wasn’t always called Seven. From birth he was Sloan Tyler Morgan, the second son of Maggie Morgan, courtesy of John Doe number eighty-six. Maggie would later tell Sloan that she was pretty sure his father had been ‘the one with the nice tan and dark green eyes’. There were a lot of men in those early years, Sloan remembered. He also remembered when his older brother David told him that the men who give their mama more money if she let them do it ‘without a glove’. Sloan wasn’t sure what that meant at the time, but David was his half-brother and four years older than Sloan and that made him a god in Sloan’s eyes. Sloan never questioned what David said.
The family moved to a bigger housing project when Sloan was seven and David was eleven, and it was sometime during this move that someone with authority figured out that the boys weren’t attending school. A little investigation soon determined that neither Sloan nor David had ever been enrolled in any school. It turned out that Maggie had been too busy turning tricks and chasing her next fix to worry too much about her sons’ education, and had been avoiding calls and visits from Child Protective Services for the better part of Sloan’s life. During the investigation, Maggie was picked up for drug possession by the good old boys in blue, and her sons were placed in foster care.
At least CPS tried to keep the boys together at first, placing them both in a foster home in Queens. That first arrangement only lasted three weeks. Sloan had to be moved to a different foster home after an incident where he pushed his brother down the stairs during an argument, but his problems were only beginning. Sloan went through a total of seven foster homes during his first twelve months in the system, which was when his brother gave him his nickname. Of course, his foster parents and his teachers and his case workers kept trying to call him by his given name, but he never answered to anything but Seven after that.
A few years later, around his tenth birthday, Seven and David’s mother passed away from bronchopneumonia as a complication of AIDS. Maggie died in the hospital wing of the prison where she had spent the last three years of her life, and the boys were allowed to visit their mother in her last few weeks. Seven didn’t remember much, except that he didn’t speak a word until they left. He didn’t see his half-brother David that much anymore, since their foster homes were in different parts of the city – but they kept in touch, writing letters to each other a couple of times a year. They grew up and became teenagers in different boroughs; Seven getting shuffled around to different homes in the Bronx and Queens while David had lucked out and lived with a young couple in Manhattan.
By the time he was in high school, Seven had figured out how to play by his own system. He made friends with the gangsters and drug dealers, earning their trust and ensuring that they owed him all the right favours so that he was able to get away from the system and move into his own little apartment with his girlfriend at seventeen. Her name was Betty, she was two years older than him and happened to be the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Seven adored her, enough to put a ring on her finger after six months, and they planned to marry in a Catholic ceremony in a little church as soon as he turned eighteen. But the wedding never stood a chance. A week before the chosen date, Betty confessed to Seven that she had been sleeping with his brother David for nearly the entire length of their relationship. It turned out that David had stopped by one day when Seven was out, and he and Betty got to talking and ‘one thing led to another’, as it always seems to do. Seven kicked her out of the apartment that night, changed the locks, and he stopped speaking to both of them entirely.
He dropped out of high school a few weeks before graduation and started selling cocaine to rich kids at the private schools in Manhattan, and by the age of twenty he had enough cash saved up to start up his own enterprise. Seven recruited some of the thugs that he knew from the gangs and the housing projects in the South Bronx to work for him, and he worked out of Queens for five years. He was a veritable kingpin by that age, flooding the streets with treats for the dirty-haired hipsters and the neon raver kids and the wannabe rap stars alike. He made a name for himself – and that became a problem.
When Seven was twenty-five years old, his older brother David showed up on his doorstep. See, David was a cop, and not a crooked one either. He was the real deal, one of the youngest detectives ever to be part of the VICE squad, and he had tracked Seven down after years of estrangement to tell him to run. Apparently Seven hadn’t chosen his crew wisely enough, and had been ratted out to the cops who were now just a few days from closing in on him. Within twelve hours Seven had a bag packed, with four hundred thousand dollars stuffed in the back of a rental car and two hundred miles already between him and New York City. He never went back.
He made his way to Las Vegas on a whim, and started up his own construction company. He worked on a few big corporate renovation projects before one of his clients gave his name to a friend, and they passed it on to another friend – and pretty soon, Seven was making a fortune by building casinos for the mob. By the time he turned twenty-eight, he was running guns and dealing drugs for them, too. It was through these activities that he met the men and women who would become his Vegas crew, his family, the ones he trusted with jobs and secrets. Seven’s promiscuous nature - as result of having his heart broken, he discovered that he much preferred the intimate company of men who would share his bed without endangering his heart - made the whole arrangement somewhat of an incestuous affair, but somehow he still managed to keep business and pleasure relatively separate.
A few of his closest friends-slash-business partners are permitted to call him Sloan, but most still know him only as Seven - a nickname perpetuated by the fact that he has been arrested no less than seven times for starting fights since he first landed on Vegas soil. Seven has, amongst many other things, anger management issues and trust issues and a general distaste for getting close to women after having been betrayed or abandoned by them for most of his life. He also tends to get jealous at the drop of a hat, and he can hold a grudge longer than just about anyone else.
As a hired thug and big-time drug dealer for the mob, Seven is extremely territorial. He manages his own crew of runners and street dealers, handling most of the bigger clients on his own, and if word trickles back to him that someone else might be encroaching on his turf, it never ends well for the other person. He's broken his share of bones (though never his own) and he's known to be rather fond of wielding an old baseball bat while confronting rivals who don't respect his territory.
It was on his thirty-fifth birthday that he received the package that held his journal and key.
Journal/Key: Seven accesses the journal through his android phone, and his key is an iron fob.
External Door items: Seven comes from poverty, but he will be bringing his earned wealth with him through the door. He has his criminal record in New York and Las Vegas, but with different first names. Also included are his cars, dogs, and mansion.