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given name mortecai nicknames none yet |
gender presents male orientation irrelevant due to status |
species bat - arcane social status slave - unowned |
maintenance low, self sufficient health mental - 30 & physical - 50 |
xxxxxxxxxxxxx | A case of mistaken identity, wrong place wrong time, Mortecai was imprisoned for a crime he did not commit, with no way to defend or prove his innocence. Poor and alone, enslaved to pay for his freedom, it seems as time passes, those who hold his paperwork have forgotten this bottom line - and move him around wherever manual labor might be needed. Not allowed to speak, less he spill truths of how false his status is, for a very long time, the city he was born and starved in has sold him off to the Tether to be rid of him. Quick, they ask, and without any reassurances that his debt will be paid off with this last final deal of his flesh. |
Senses
Enhanced hearing and taste make up for poor eyesight. Average sense of smell. Sensitive to dry heat of fires, unbothered by humidity. Can pick up magical energies on a person if they are born with it, any enchanted items will not ping his senses unless directly touched. Aware of shifters and the undead, is drawn to those who drink blood and will easily be charmed by them. |
Arcana
Immortal, yet completely unaware of it. Incapable of dying, will respawn whole - falling into a coma to regenerate. Sensitive to the moon phases for reasons he cannot explain, heals faster the closer to full it is, weakest on new moon's, and the only time something can scar him permanently between regenerations is on the night of it.He is a living creature, blessed with something mystical in his bloodline. Can will objects from dreams into reality on full moons. Either his own or those he is in bodily contact with while they both sleep, they can be surprised to wake up clutching something only found in dreams before. Usually mundane, nothing living, and generally garbage. Books of nonsense, warped versions of clothes or jewelry, barely carrying detail as the mind doesn't fuss bothering with such things. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx |