Post by raptorman on Jan 5, 2010 21:12:21 GMT -5
Name: Morgarath
Age: Even he isn't quite certain as the memories of his beginning are faint and viewed only with great difficulty, though it is certain he has been around a very long time. He appears to be in his late 30's physically.
Gender: male
Race: Ascended Master/ Instrumentality/ quasi immortal being
Alignment: Chaotic evil
Power Level: 9
Timeline: Any though most of his appearances have been on earth or at least versions of earth.
Appearance: While Morgarath can appear in many forms his favorite manifestation is one that is similar in appearance to his original body. He made some changes to it though.
He normally appears as a tall man of no age. He has been reported dressed in all manner of things. However his most common guise is that of a hooded man with yellow eyes. He takes no care to hide his face which can also easily give him away to those who know who he is. His face is filled with dark hilarity a sort of hateful good cheer. Despite this he has been described as quite handsome though how anyone could tolerate looking upon his face without going mad is unknown. His body is not delicate but is at the same not blocky or thick seeming. His hands have no lines nor does any other part of his body. His garments often bear sigils and runes which the scholars of Braxis would have recognized before it's complete destruction. On occasion before those times when he seems to die, he will shift through a multitude of forms ending with a massive cloud of black mist before disappearing.
Personality: Morgarath literally does resemble an onion personality wise. He has many layers to his personality and while the outer layers can seem calm and tranquil at times he is well and truly mad below the charade. A madness yes but he is still intelligent despite the madness. He values his own life and views all others as no more than pawns to be pushed around at will. He has through lying to himself for no one knows how long, convinced himself that he is truly immortal. He does have some vices though and he is a lover of wars and violence. He often will disguise himself and simply go to battles to watch. He loves games and riddles and can be persuaded to let someone live on occasion if they can defeat him at his own games. He loves politics and views it as one of humanities few worthwhile creations. No where else can he find such a rich mix of his favorite things. He loves good food and reading. And he has a temper, his set of rules holds as long as he does not get overly pissed off. When he does get truly mad run for the hills and look out because he often abandons his beloved games for some old fashioned butt whuping. He also loves a good story or even a bad one if it is told well. At times the sane part of his mind can be woken up and reasoned with but that is not the way to bet.
History:
Morgarath despite what he would like everyone to believe was born like most humans were, as a child. He was born in the kingdom of Braxia on a world that was a parallel of earth in many ways. The world was similar in appearance to earth, but it was at the age of empires before this earth had begun to cool from creation. Braxia as the world could well be called was a rich place. Many great empires ruled and fought over the land. A rich world yet a strife filled one. For man was not alone on the world. Beings called by some gods, and by others the Instrumentalities. Beings that were not human but legends said some had once been.
Morgarath as a child was fascinated by the stories of the night and the creatures that lived within it and some who lived in the day as well. He would listen to the stories of the great heroes of myths and the darklords vanquished and despite his love of the stories he never really believed them. The kingdom of Braxia thrived in those days and eventually saw opportunities to conquer a neighboring nation. As strong countries often do it invaded the weaker neighbor.
It had been years since a great war had been fought and the Instrumentalities gathered at the fields of the battles great and small. They gathered and preyed upon the armies. That was to be expected but what was not expected was that Braxia was thrown back in disarray. Furious the lords of Braxia called all available citizens into the army. A conscription was activated and Morgarath now a grown man was called to serve in the armies as well.
The night before he was to leave he happened to be walking out in the night. As he walked he stumbled upon something exposed in the recent heavy rains. He tripped and fell and as he stood back up and dusted himself off his eyes caught on what had tripped him in the first place. A length of dull reddish metal caught his eyes and where most people would have left it alone he didn't. His old interest in the magic of the world had caught him as surely as a rat in a trap.
He worked at it and dug up the metal, discovering as he did so that it was a weapon of some kind. Not a sword but a spear, ancient and rust covered. He took it back to his house with him and cleaned the rust from the ancient blade as he packed his meager belongings. Morgarath took it with him when he marched to war. Why he took it even he cannot remember but if he hadn't history would have taken a different turn.
After a few nights of traveling with the other conscripts from his village he and his company chanced upon one of the instrumentalities. It was a powerful one and one that used magic. It slaughtered most of the company including the mages rather quickly. The soldiers weapons seemed to only bounce off the man shaped instrumentality and it walked through the surviving soldiers midsts until it came to Morgarath. He stabbed like all the others with his weapon, but where the others weapons failed his succeeded. The spear he had stumbled upon was a relic from times long forgotten in Braxia.
As he stabbed the Instrumentality it crumbled into dust and a dark stream of energy flowed back from its decaying corpse into Morgarath along the spear. He immediately felt different, a rush of power he had never felt before. He found he could suddenly use magic which he never had been able to do before. He knew enough though to know that he would be killed if Braxia found him amidst the dead company. They would have assumed he had somehow killed them all and put him to death.
And so Morgarath set off. He traveling by night and sleeping by day slipped out of braxia and wandered the other countries of the world. He wandered for several years until he had made it almost as far from braxia as one could go and still remain on that world. He settled down and in time took a wife from among the inhabitants of that realm. He thought life would become normal and for a time it seemed to.
But it was not to be Morgarath did not know the true power of the weapon he carried nor what it truly did. The Instrumentality he had slain had given its power to him, but it had also given to him some of its mind. Morgarath began to experience horrible dreams that woke him screaming and in his sleep things began to happen around him. His house burst into flames. Creatures of the night became more active, in his dreams sometimes he seemed to have taken the bodies of others as he slept and what he did in the dreams was there when he awoke.
He became frightened by what was happening and he set out again. This time promising to return in time. He searched for a way to control his blossoming powers and to contain the seed of corruption that they planted in his mind and spirit. He traveled to the great centers of learning of the world and over the course of several years he began to learn to control his powers and better yet to subjugate that part of him that had been born when he consumed the Instrumentality. He having learned what he needed prepared to journey back to his home when he heard the news. Braxia had again invaded the surrounding nations and this time it was winning and pushing towards the place he called home, and his new family.
He raced back to his home as quickly as he could but it was too late, in the weeks it had taken him to travel back to it, the Braxian army he once served had destroyed his home and killed his family. On that day the first straw broke. He instead of suppressing the angry side, the hateful side, the partially insane side, instead he began to nourish it. He now set out one final time. Traveling the world as he sought for ways to gain more power so that he might punish the Braxians for what they had done to him.
He learned the magic of the world and mastered many things but the power he needed was still beyond his reach. He reluctantly realized that to gain more power he would have to hunt and kill an instrumentality. He discovered it actually was much easier than he had expected. He simply waited outside in the wilds for long enough and one came. He attacked it and with the magic he had learned and the power he had taken from the other instrumentality he defeated it and then Morgarath stabbed the spear into it and took its power as well.
This was another straw. The absorption of another instrumentality drove Morgarath closer to the edge and woke a hunger in him. He began to actively hunt down any of the Instrumentalities he could find. He consumed many of them and then with more power than any man had ever possessed before on his world he ceased to be a man. He changed slowly but surely as he consumed more and more. He remained intact but the changes drove him insane. The only thing that kept him even partially sane was the desire for revenge and that drove him.
Hundreds of years had passed in his hunt for the Instrumentalities and he finally returned to Braxia. He disguised himself in a new form. A harmless advisor and once with the lord of Braxia he whispered poison council to the man. Over the years he pushed Braxia closer to the edge before at last everything was ready. He slew the then king of Braxia and then appearing on all sides of the conflict, he gave council to all the lords who wished for power. They fought and died and so did their armies. The world was torn asunder by the power of the war. He danced and laughed in the ashes and when the few remaining original Instrumentalities showed up a final time he devoured them as he had the others. With Braxia in ruins, the world smoking, and all the other beings of power consumed Morgarath prepared to kill himself. To end the existence he had for so long endured for one goal.
But as he raised the spear and prepared to thrust it into himself he found he couldn't. He didn't want to die, he had become too much to simply fade away. No that would not happen. The sane part of his mind tried desperately to finish the life but to no avail. Then he lapsed into madness. Morgarath now freed of the annoying shred of morality that kept him from simply sowing the chaos that he loved looked at the world and saw there was nothing left to do to it. The world was gone. He opened a portal and stepped through it to emerge upon another earth, our earth.
Powers:
SuperHuman strength/reflexes- He could shatter a mountain with his fist if that is what he decided to do. He may not be able to run at near the speed of light but he is capable of reacting to and registering people moving at extremely great speads and combating them even if he can't beat them in a foot race.
Commanding presence- When he speaks people want to listen to what he says. He has an appeal to the worst in all people and that can be twisted by him to make common or weak minded people serve him or at least follow his suggestions. He also makes most people feel uneasy.
Dampening presence- The Instrumentalities have a presence that makes technology less likely to function when they are around. This was the primary reason his world never advanced to using gunpowder instead of magic.
Shadow walk- Morgarath can step into one shadow and step out from the shadow of almost any other. It is possible to restrict his ability to exit a shadow but it takes extensive wards to close off a shadow to him. Or just get rid of the shadow with bright light.
The Eye- The eye is a part of him he can send out that can view the world. It takes time for the eye to travel but it can move very fast or very slow depending on his will. The eye cannot see everything and much is veiled to it. Though it still is highly useful. It is a part of his spirit and while the eye is sent out he is slower to respond to things and his abilities are reduced.
Energy manipulation- He can manipulate energy. He can cast bolts of lighting, summon fire and things like that. His energy manipulation is limited in that he obviously cannot use holy energy and that he cannot summon light energy. Lightning and firelight do not specifically damage him
Instrumentality- As the sole remaining instrumentality Morgarath is far more powerful in the night than during the day time.
Reset- Morgarath when he would die instead vanishes and reappears back on his home reality of earth. He still must recover from whatever injury was dealt to him and for a time when sent back to his world he is unable to cross into another. This time can vary from hours to days depending on the circumstances. Though often the time is merely minutes, it also has to be added to the time he takes to recover from the supposedly mortal wounds, and so the true time is often more measurable in days than anything else.
Consume- He can consume the power and soul of one he kills. He gains their strength and power for his own and adds it to his already existing power. He does this through his spear which devours the energy and then transfers it to him.
Power dispersion- He can give power to others but there are risks involved. He can overload the person to the extent that he/she/it detonates violently. This leads to him on occasion using this power as a weapon as well as a way to give those he favors powers. Once a gift of power is accepted the one who accepts it must serve him or die.
Equipment: The Spear of Dhurz- this spear can reputedly kill anything, or at least it could kill anything native to Morgarath's home reality. Here it likely will not be quite so effective, still a wound from it would not be pleasant. When the Spear kills something it consumes the victims powers and some of the victims mind. It transfers both to the wielder. The side effect of this process is that as part of the mind is also absorbed there becomes a risk of insanity.
Weakness:
Like most beings of darkness Morgarath is vulnerable to holy energy, though his being from another reality makes it less so than most cases of darkness based beings. Silver burns at him and while he can touch iron it causes him discomfort. A bullet to the head can still cause him to reset and take him out of the way for a while. His way of viewing the world makes him unlikely to return to the same place or fight the same person who defeated him once for quite a while. His powers are weaker when bright light is shining on him and while he can regenerate himself from minor wounds on this reality, he must retreat to his own or be forced to reset to heal more serious wounds at all.
Age: Even he isn't quite certain as the memories of his beginning are faint and viewed only with great difficulty, though it is certain he has been around a very long time. He appears to be in his late 30's physically.
Gender: male
Race: Ascended Master/ Instrumentality/ quasi immortal being
Alignment: Chaotic evil
Power Level: 9
Timeline: Any though most of his appearances have been on earth or at least versions of earth.
Appearance: While Morgarath can appear in many forms his favorite manifestation is one that is similar in appearance to his original body. He made some changes to it though.
He normally appears as a tall man of no age. He has been reported dressed in all manner of things. However his most common guise is that of a hooded man with yellow eyes. He takes no care to hide his face which can also easily give him away to those who know who he is. His face is filled with dark hilarity a sort of hateful good cheer. Despite this he has been described as quite handsome though how anyone could tolerate looking upon his face without going mad is unknown. His body is not delicate but is at the same not blocky or thick seeming. His hands have no lines nor does any other part of his body. His garments often bear sigils and runes which the scholars of Braxis would have recognized before it's complete destruction. On occasion before those times when he seems to die, he will shift through a multitude of forms ending with a massive cloud of black mist before disappearing.
Personality: Morgarath literally does resemble an onion personality wise. He has many layers to his personality and while the outer layers can seem calm and tranquil at times he is well and truly mad below the charade. A madness yes but he is still intelligent despite the madness. He values his own life and views all others as no more than pawns to be pushed around at will. He has through lying to himself for no one knows how long, convinced himself that he is truly immortal. He does have some vices though and he is a lover of wars and violence. He often will disguise himself and simply go to battles to watch. He loves games and riddles and can be persuaded to let someone live on occasion if they can defeat him at his own games. He loves politics and views it as one of humanities few worthwhile creations. No where else can he find such a rich mix of his favorite things. He loves good food and reading. And he has a temper, his set of rules holds as long as he does not get overly pissed off. When he does get truly mad run for the hills and look out because he often abandons his beloved games for some old fashioned butt whuping. He also loves a good story or even a bad one if it is told well. At times the sane part of his mind can be woken up and reasoned with but that is not the way to bet.
History:
Morgarath despite what he would like everyone to believe was born like most humans were, as a child. He was born in the kingdom of Braxia on a world that was a parallel of earth in many ways. The world was similar in appearance to earth, but it was at the age of empires before this earth had begun to cool from creation. Braxia as the world could well be called was a rich place. Many great empires ruled and fought over the land. A rich world yet a strife filled one. For man was not alone on the world. Beings called by some gods, and by others the Instrumentalities. Beings that were not human but legends said some had once been.
Morgarath as a child was fascinated by the stories of the night and the creatures that lived within it and some who lived in the day as well. He would listen to the stories of the great heroes of myths and the darklords vanquished and despite his love of the stories he never really believed them. The kingdom of Braxia thrived in those days and eventually saw opportunities to conquer a neighboring nation. As strong countries often do it invaded the weaker neighbor.
It had been years since a great war had been fought and the Instrumentalities gathered at the fields of the battles great and small. They gathered and preyed upon the armies. That was to be expected but what was not expected was that Braxia was thrown back in disarray. Furious the lords of Braxia called all available citizens into the army. A conscription was activated and Morgarath now a grown man was called to serve in the armies as well.
The night before he was to leave he happened to be walking out in the night. As he walked he stumbled upon something exposed in the recent heavy rains. He tripped and fell and as he stood back up and dusted himself off his eyes caught on what had tripped him in the first place. A length of dull reddish metal caught his eyes and where most people would have left it alone he didn't. His old interest in the magic of the world had caught him as surely as a rat in a trap.
He worked at it and dug up the metal, discovering as he did so that it was a weapon of some kind. Not a sword but a spear, ancient and rust covered. He took it back to his house with him and cleaned the rust from the ancient blade as he packed his meager belongings. Morgarath took it with him when he marched to war. Why he took it even he cannot remember but if he hadn't history would have taken a different turn.
After a few nights of traveling with the other conscripts from his village he and his company chanced upon one of the instrumentalities. It was a powerful one and one that used magic. It slaughtered most of the company including the mages rather quickly. The soldiers weapons seemed to only bounce off the man shaped instrumentality and it walked through the surviving soldiers midsts until it came to Morgarath. He stabbed like all the others with his weapon, but where the others weapons failed his succeeded. The spear he had stumbled upon was a relic from times long forgotten in Braxia.
As he stabbed the Instrumentality it crumbled into dust and a dark stream of energy flowed back from its decaying corpse into Morgarath along the spear. He immediately felt different, a rush of power he had never felt before. He found he could suddenly use magic which he never had been able to do before. He knew enough though to know that he would be killed if Braxia found him amidst the dead company. They would have assumed he had somehow killed them all and put him to death.
And so Morgarath set off. He traveling by night and sleeping by day slipped out of braxia and wandered the other countries of the world. He wandered for several years until he had made it almost as far from braxia as one could go and still remain on that world. He settled down and in time took a wife from among the inhabitants of that realm. He thought life would become normal and for a time it seemed to.
But it was not to be Morgarath did not know the true power of the weapon he carried nor what it truly did. The Instrumentality he had slain had given its power to him, but it had also given to him some of its mind. Morgarath began to experience horrible dreams that woke him screaming and in his sleep things began to happen around him. His house burst into flames. Creatures of the night became more active, in his dreams sometimes he seemed to have taken the bodies of others as he slept and what he did in the dreams was there when he awoke.
He became frightened by what was happening and he set out again. This time promising to return in time. He searched for a way to control his blossoming powers and to contain the seed of corruption that they planted in his mind and spirit. He traveled to the great centers of learning of the world and over the course of several years he began to learn to control his powers and better yet to subjugate that part of him that had been born when he consumed the Instrumentality. He having learned what he needed prepared to journey back to his home when he heard the news. Braxia had again invaded the surrounding nations and this time it was winning and pushing towards the place he called home, and his new family.
He raced back to his home as quickly as he could but it was too late, in the weeks it had taken him to travel back to it, the Braxian army he once served had destroyed his home and killed his family. On that day the first straw broke. He instead of suppressing the angry side, the hateful side, the partially insane side, instead he began to nourish it. He now set out one final time. Traveling the world as he sought for ways to gain more power so that he might punish the Braxians for what they had done to him.
He learned the magic of the world and mastered many things but the power he needed was still beyond his reach. He reluctantly realized that to gain more power he would have to hunt and kill an instrumentality. He discovered it actually was much easier than he had expected. He simply waited outside in the wilds for long enough and one came. He attacked it and with the magic he had learned and the power he had taken from the other instrumentality he defeated it and then Morgarath stabbed the spear into it and took its power as well.
This was another straw. The absorption of another instrumentality drove Morgarath closer to the edge and woke a hunger in him. He began to actively hunt down any of the Instrumentalities he could find. He consumed many of them and then with more power than any man had ever possessed before on his world he ceased to be a man. He changed slowly but surely as he consumed more and more. He remained intact but the changes drove him insane. The only thing that kept him even partially sane was the desire for revenge and that drove him.
Hundreds of years had passed in his hunt for the Instrumentalities and he finally returned to Braxia. He disguised himself in a new form. A harmless advisor and once with the lord of Braxia he whispered poison council to the man. Over the years he pushed Braxia closer to the edge before at last everything was ready. He slew the then king of Braxia and then appearing on all sides of the conflict, he gave council to all the lords who wished for power. They fought and died and so did their armies. The world was torn asunder by the power of the war. He danced and laughed in the ashes and when the few remaining original Instrumentalities showed up a final time he devoured them as he had the others. With Braxia in ruins, the world smoking, and all the other beings of power consumed Morgarath prepared to kill himself. To end the existence he had for so long endured for one goal.
But as he raised the spear and prepared to thrust it into himself he found he couldn't. He didn't want to die, he had become too much to simply fade away. No that would not happen. The sane part of his mind tried desperately to finish the life but to no avail. Then he lapsed into madness. Morgarath now freed of the annoying shred of morality that kept him from simply sowing the chaos that he loved looked at the world and saw there was nothing left to do to it. The world was gone. He opened a portal and stepped through it to emerge upon another earth, our earth.
Powers:
SuperHuman strength/reflexes- He could shatter a mountain with his fist if that is what he decided to do. He may not be able to run at near the speed of light but he is capable of reacting to and registering people moving at extremely great speads and combating them even if he can't beat them in a foot race.
Commanding presence- When he speaks people want to listen to what he says. He has an appeal to the worst in all people and that can be twisted by him to make common or weak minded people serve him or at least follow his suggestions. He also makes most people feel uneasy.
Dampening presence- The Instrumentalities have a presence that makes technology less likely to function when they are around. This was the primary reason his world never advanced to using gunpowder instead of magic.
Shadow walk- Morgarath can step into one shadow and step out from the shadow of almost any other. It is possible to restrict his ability to exit a shadow but it takes extensive wards to close off a shadow to him. Or just get rid of the shadow with bright light.
The Eye- The eye is a part of him he can send out that can view the world. It takes time for the eye to travel but it can move very fast or very slow depending on his will. The eye cannot see everything and much is veiled to it. Though it still is highly useful. It is a part of his spirit and while the eye is sent out he is slower to respond to things and his abilities are reduced.
Energy manipulation- He can manipulate energy. He can cast bolts of lighting, summon fire and things like that. His energy manipulation is limited in that he obviously cannot use holy energy and that he cannot summon light energy. Lightning and firelight do not specifically damage him
Instrumentality- As the sole remaining instrumentality Morgarath is far more powerful in the night than during the day time.
Reset- Morgarath when he would die instead vanishes and reappears back on his home reality of earth. He still must recover from whatever injury was dealt to him and for a time when sent back to his world he is unable to cross into another. This time can vary from hours to days depending on the circumstances. Though often the time is merely minutes, it also has to be added to the time he takes to recover from the supposedly mortal wounds, and so the true time is often more measurable in days than anything else.
Consume- He can consume the power and soul of one he kills. He gains their strength and power for his own and adds it to his already existing power. He does this through his spear which devours the energy and then transfers it to him.
Power dispersion- He can give power to others but there are risks involved. He can overload the person to the extent that he/she/it detonates violently. This leads to him on occasion using this power as a weapon as well as a way to give those he favors powers. Once a gift of power is accepted the one who accepts it must serve him or die.
Equipment: The Spear of Dhurz- this spear can reputedly kill anything, or at least it could kill anything native to Morgarath's home reality. Here it likely will not be quite so effective, still a wound from it would not be pleasant. When the Spear kills something it consumes the victims powers and some of the victims mind. It transfers both to the wielder. The side effect of this process is that as part of the mind is also absorbed there becomes a risk of insanity.
Weakness:
Like most beings of darkness Morgarath is vulnerable to holy energy, though his being from another reality makes it less so than most cases of darkness based beings. Silver burns at him and while he can touch iron it causes him discomfort. A bullet to the head can still cause him to reset and take him out of the way for a while. His way of viewing the world makes him unlikely to return to the same place or fight the same person who defeated him once for quite a while. His powers are weaker when bright light is shining on him and while he can regenerate himself from minor wounds on this reality, he must retreat to his own or be forced to reset to heal more serious wounds at all.
