Mortis Ryden

[mortis]

Name:

Mortis Ryden

Age:

Thirty Seven

Race:

Human

Occupation:

Oracle for The Hand of Leona

Allegiance:

The Hand, but has a pretty good eye for himself.

Physical Description:

Mortis is quite handsome and respected among those who don't have dealings with him. He has brown hair and brown eyes, which usually look as though they're laughing. Sometimes, however, his eyes flash and there's a more menacing look to them. Few catch this, but those who do are typically chilled to the bone. He's lean and lightly muscled, but it's completely natural. Mortis is quite lazy and does nothing to keep up on his physique.

Personality:

Mortis excells at manipulation. He can make people think that he's their new best friend and turn away with their darkest secrets. He seems like he's the type of person that can blend with any group, make friends in any situation. He is, and he uses this skill to his absolute advantage. Even as a kid he would sweet talk the other kids into giving him toys, sweets, anything he wanted. This skill only increased with his age and his greed.

History:

Mortis's parents didn't want him. He was an illegitimate child, his father a soldier and his mother working for nobles in Broddring. His father already had a wife and kids, so when Mortis was born he shunned him. His mother had kept it in her heart that all his oaths in her bed were what he felt, and not just empty words, so she took this rejection terribly. It ate away at her, and she began to blame her child. It was even worse when Mortis started to display magical powers as he grew up.

Mortis felt indifferent to his parents, he didn't think he needed them. He was very independant from an early age, and was usually off charming the noblewomen while his mother worked. The would coo over the adorable little boy and give him sweets. It didn't take long for him to realize that a charming smile resulted in a present from these women.

When the same techinques didn't work on his peers as he grew up, he learned the value of words and promises. What he didn't know was that he was turning out exactly like his father. His mother saw it, and she hated him all the more. When he was old enough, she shipped him off to The Hand as a magical child. She didn't want him to go to the school to learn, and she thought that having him in the Church would better both their lives. She was able to return to who she once was, but the move twisted Mortis just a little more.

Mortis quickly found his place in The Hand. He charmed all the members, and as he grew, he realized that the women were beginning to fall for him. This gave him a sort of twisted thrill; he knew women would do anything for love. He was even charming the older women, who would have been very embarrassed if anyone knew that they were fooling around with an eighteen year old boy. Through them he learned more about the Hand, and decided that he wanted to be an oracle. However, he didn't want to have to achieve the Essenses. One of the women let it slip that one of the oracles hadn't done as much either, and he devised a plan. He began to pick his targets with discresion, and then held whatever they did over their head. It didn't take him long to become an oracle.

When he found out the true nature of the Hand, he was both pleased and cautious. He threw himself into learning blood magic, but at the same time tried to come up with ways to make sure he would never be the next victim. He's achieved it thus far, and plans on keeping it that way. However, he's debating on being the next Prophet. He's starting to work his way toward Malandra Ramakrishna, hoping that in friendship he will find a secret worth holding.

Roleplaying Sample:

"Please, don't do it. I'll do anything."

Mortis paced the length of his sleeping quarters, ignoring the woman on her hands and knees in front of him. She was one of the people training for the Fourth Essense, and she had a scroll that he wanted. Not only that, but if she passed the Fourth Essense, he would hold sway over one of his fellows. He already knew that he was passing and would be an Oracle; he had something he found out on the giver of the Fourth Essense test. He would be announced as 'passed' along with the ones who had actually taken the test and passed.

"Anything, you say." He didn't look up at her, but he could practically feel her fear. She was a very upstanding member of the church, something like this would ruin her reputation. He gave a smile that most would call charming. The woman on the floor, however, now knew better. "Anything... if I was to tell you that I wanted you to steal something for me... kill someone..." he paused and turned, now looking at her for the first time. "Or give me a vial of your blood?'

He grinned as she gasped. They were going to be blood mages; having her blood meant total control. He absolutely loved giving the worst scenarios before saying what he really wanted, it made his victims that much more amiable. "You have a scroll I want. You recieved it a week ago. I'm sure you know what one I speak of. Fetch it." Before he had even finished she was up and running to her own room. Mortis stayed where he was, and she returned moments later, the scroll offered in her outstretched hand.

He took it, and put his hands behind his back. "Thank you. Now, it would be quite unfortunate for you if anyone were to know of this, so it will stay our little secret. Agreed?" he smiled warmly as she nodded, looking as though she would burst into tears. He waved his empty hand toward the door in dismissal. "Good. Now, be gone. I have much to do." She turned tail and ran like a frightened rabbit, and he closed the door behind her. These women made it too easy. He brought the scroll to his bed and stretched out, opening the parchment and starting to read.

[Emma]

Lovely profile! Accepted!