Morb
(#52622521)
Level 9 Gaoler
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Energy: 46/50
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
11.13 m
Wingspan
8.06 m
Weight
9618.58 kg
Genetics
Thistle
Wasp (Gaoler)
Wasp (Gaoler)
Shadow
Bee (Gaoler)
Bee (Gaoler)
Silver
Gnarlhorns (Gaoler)
Gnarlhorns (Gaoler)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 9 Gaoler
EXP: 3214 / 21526
STR
44
AGI
6
DEF
9
QCK
22
INT
7
VIT
12
MND
8
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
Morbisia
Gnarled for the Many
Background
From the ashes of an old clan rose a being sculpted by the downfall of all that was great. His memories of the blurs are etched into his mind - The scramble to survive, the death, the blood. The screams. Entire generations of clan wiped out in mere days. What he considered family for the early years of his life sacrificed to some no-name god, from those who had little compassion left in their shattered hearts.
But some did survive. He survived. Little by little they found each other again, broken, but a frail reminder of what family they had left. And they rebuilt. Smalls steps turned to giant leaps, and even though their numbers were still small, they gained in strength and resources unmatched to even their past feats. The new clan wasn't just surviving - they were thriving.
At first, the lead of the old took charge. Their skills and knowledge built up the foundations strong. But with time, change was needed. A rebirth. The clan was in need of a new direction, a new plan of survival years after all that was lost.
That job, in the end, was endowed to Morb, and he took it with pride.
Personal Profile
Gnarled for the Many
-When all seemed lost, the light dawned-
Age: 25
Clan Rank: Leader Likes: Order, Knowledge, Life Dislikes: The Hands of Fate Theme:
"When I came here, they treated me like a god born of old dirt and wine. Singing songs of freedom and rebirth, like their sorrows would be vanquished and the end was nigh.
But I am no god, nor hero. But for all little that I am, I see the unjust hand of fate that was dealt - I will fix this. I will fix them." |
Background
From the ashes of an old clan rose a being sculpted by the downfall of all that was great. His memories of the blurs are etched into his mind - The scramble to survive, the death, the blood. The screams. Entire generations of clan wiped out in mere days. What he considered family for the early years of his life sacrificed to some no-name god, from those who had little compassion left in their shattered hearts.
But some did survive. He survived. Little by little they found each other again, broken, but a frail reminder of what family they had left. And they rebuilt. Smalls steps turned to giant leaps, and even though their numbers were still small, they gained in strength and resources unmatched to even their past feats. The new clan wasn't just surviving - they were thriving.
At first, the lead of the old took charge. Their skills and knowledge built up the foundations strong. But with time, change was needed. A rebirth. The clan was in need of a new direction, a new plan of survival years after all that was lost.
That job, in the end, was endowed to Morb, and he took it with pride.
Personal Profile
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Exalting Morb to the service of the Plaguebringer will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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