Mordecai Calvert - Loner

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Name: Mordecai Calvert

Gender: Male

Race:  Wolf

Sub-Race: Ghost

Breed: Grey

Appearance: Beautiful. Striking. Magnificent. Fantastic.

Those are the words the artist mutters as he steps back to admire his abomination. He throws his hands into the tangled locks, bringing them close to his face, just to feel the delicate touch as it brushes over his cheek. Suddenly, the artist turns and pulls the hairs out. In a fit of rage, he pulls out irregular clumps of hair, for this should be a monster and must live up to its name. He retreats from the beast, only to see that those patches regrew almost instantly. The artist falls to his knees, sobbing as the demon rises, black bodice standing before his creator, fur bristling in a fascinating show of dominance. The tear stricken face looks up to see a pair of icy eyes glaring at him. He stumbles back as the grinning devil approaches, talons clicking on the cobbled floor. This manifestation of evil stops before his maker, forcing the artist to stare right at the marked face. He trembles with both fear and joy as his eyes trace the delicate vine-like patterns on the brute's forehead and cheeks, marvelling at the soft golden shimmer. This... this was his work. It was he that created this undead being and now he would pay the price. The wraith lowers his head, his smile curling as the thought of death entices him. The artist shakes and in his last act of life, he grabs his carving knife and attacks his creation. The knife makes one deep gash along the side of the beast's ribs, but that is all the major damage it does. The artist flails, waving the knife in front of him, making nicks on the demon's skin. The spirit roars and lunges for his maker.

"I am your god now."

And with that, the artist was vanquished.

Magic: Darkness and Water

-Spells:

Shadow Walk: Depending on the density of the shadow, Mordecai is able to meld into the darkness and remain unseen. If one looks closely, they will perhaps see a slight rippling in the shadow, thus revealing Mordecai's location.

Black Star: As long as there are shadows, Mordecai can pull at the tendrils and form small balls of darkness, which he can use for attacks. They are not able to pierce flesh but they certainly weaken his opponent. By how much depends on the size and density of the star.

Puppet Master: Should he wish, Mordecai may grasp at the other's shadow and force them to move how he likes. The strength of the spell depends on the solidity of the shadow. The spirit often uses this spell for his own entertainment.

Cursed Rune: If one manages to get on the wrong side of him, Mordecai can quite happily curse the individual with a rune of his choosing. The hex is burned onto their flesh and remains for a considerable amount of time. While he can wish death upon this person, it would quite possibly result in his own existence being erased.

Blood Warp: Another form of body control. He can magically grasp at the blood of his victim and can make them move where he likes. This can also be a method of torture in which he ruptures the blood vessels and can lead to death. Additionally, should Mordecai be cut, he can use his own blood and lash out at his opponent. This blood may not be taken back, thus meaning that it is quite draining and may lead to his own death.

Blessed Water: If the water if pure and clear, Mordecai may potentially use it for the healing of himself or others. It is a taxing spell to perform and one he often performs on himself, for he believes that others are unworthy of this power.

Skills: Physically, there is nothing spectacular about Mordecai except his sexiness. Other attributes however...

The man has a silver tongue, despite all the black lies he spills onto it. A small remark there, a little lie there, and he is able to quickly gain the trust of whomever he deems worthy enough to aid him in his schemes. Additionally, an expert liar makes for an expert observer. He has studied the body language of others and knows quite often when one is lying. And when he does not, oh, it makes for an excellent game.

Personality: Manipulator: Make his acquaintance and Mordecai will use all the techniques in his power to manipulate you into doing what he wants. It's unlikely that you'll ever find out what he's doing to you until it's too late. He'll do a few seemingly kind things for you to lure you into his trap. You'll think that he's such a gentleman and you'll ignore all the tell-tale signs. This kindness will become greater and greater. Maybe he just really likes you? Alas, you are just another pawn of his chess pieces. Every so often, Mordecai will ask you to do something. At first, the requests will be small, but the longer you stay with him, the more outlandish the requests will become. Don't want to do them? He'll bring in the generous deeds he did long ago to guilt you into doing as he says. Most comply to his requests. For those who are special, he'll deem you useless and get rid of you. Think of it as trading for a new chess piece.

Dreamer: This is not in the sense most would think. Cai is in fact, very attentive, but he has dreams. Big dreams. And he plans on making them reality. In every spare minute, he is thinking, scheming, amending. This has to be perfect. Every flaw must be erased before he can start initiating his plan. Why? The pain. The pain has driven him to this. A dead creature in the world in the living - that's not natural. And this is causing Mordecai to be in agonising pain. His soul should be at rest, not lingering in this world. Every day, Mordecai can feel his soul aching, begging to just be torn away and sent to the depths of Hell where it belongs. However, being the selfish bastard he is, Mordecai wants to live. So, in order to compromise between the pain and life, he's prepared to sacrifice his immortality. He wants to become a mortal being with a real body that is free of the torturous pain. And he will succeed, no matter how long it takes.

Insulter: He does not like those wolves who take pride in their ignorance. The knowledge he has acquired over the years appears to have granted him the right to be extremely condescending. He doesn't care what your reason is for not knowing. To him, you are stupid. You are below him. If you admit your ignorance, Mordecai will be less harsh than if you said otherwise. He loathes those who try to boast in their 'superior' knowledge, especially when they start spewing nonsense to try and prove their worth. At least they provide a form of mediocre entertainment, else he would have slaughtered them on the spot. To provide some reprieve from the idiocy of some of these wolves, he throws out all sorts of profanities at his victim, insulting their intelligence, appearance, even family if he feels like it. Essentially, stay clear of this Wraith unless you wish for your self-confidence to drastically drop.

Pessimist: The world is a cruel place. Things will not turn out as you expect them to. Mordecai has accepted this a long time ago and feels that it is his duty to make everyone else understand this too. No matter what, Cai believes that if something bad can happen, it will. All those good things that have happened were just pure flukes. Soon, all the happiness in the world will be wiped out so he might as well be prepared for when that day comes. His reasoning is that if you always expect the worst to happen, you are likely to be surprised. If you always expect the best, you are going to be disappointed often. Mordecai is prepared to cherish the hope that is left in the world but he will always have a bleak outlook on life, especially after what he's been through.

Amuser: When boredom ensues, Mordecai chooses to entertain himself by toying with the fragile minds of the wolves he comes across, forcing them to think about their silly lives. He especially loves bringing about false hope. The best time to do this is before slaughtering a wolf. The important thing is that the wolf must know that they are about to die at the paws of Mordecai. At that point, he'll start showing mercy, saying that they could live if they do a particular thing. This can result in hilarious shows as the terrified wolves do anything to spare their lives. If he so desired, Mordecai could order them to stand on their front paws and they would do just that. Once he gets bored of these circus acts, he'll pretend that his victim is free. When that gorgeous look of relief passes over their face, he then strikes them down. He is not one to be trifled with.

Biography:

Long before he became a spirit, Mordecai was a mortal of a different name that he has long since forgotten. He was a proud wolf with many achievements. The varying achievements, however, are not important enough to Mordecai to remember. What he does remember is that he had a fellow wolf who was his childhood friend. They were inseparable and considered themselves brothers, if not in blood, then in spirit. Their friendship thrived and managed to make it into adulthood with few hitches. The two always had fun and managed to get into the deepest of scrapes. With a quick mind, his friend managed to drag Mordecai out of these troubles. Life was good back then. Minimal worries and there was always someone to rely on. Those were the days.

But alas, all good things must come to an end. One day, Mordecai's friend confessed that he felt empty and dead inside. All that joy? Just a mask. He never wanted to burden Mordecai's shoulders but it got to such an extent that he couldn't hold it in any longer. Cai was mortified. His friend... no, his brother was depressed. At that moment, Mordecai took it upon himself to help his friend recover and see the bright side of life again. He tried everything, from herbal remedies to telling crap jokes. Anything for his brother. And it seemed to work. His friend appeared to improve and was getting cheerier and cheerier. Nevertheless, Cai stayed with him every night and day, determined to see that his friend was returned to his past self.

In this trust, he made his fatal mistake. Mordecai figured that he could leave his friend alone for the night. His own selfish desires preceded those of his friend's and Mordecai left to go court with some pretty girl that had been eyeing him up recently. On his return, he saw that his friend was missing. In his friend's place was a hastily drawn rune, reading the last words of his friend. His heart froze and guilt came crashing down on him. He could have prevented this. He could have saved his friend. This was all his fault.

After that event, he changed. No longer was Mordecai a joyous wolf, but now he was depressed, just like his friend was. He turned nasty and pushed away any comfort that was offered towards him. He wanted to be alone, to grieve by himself. That was the last thing that should have ever happened to him. In mere months, he began tumbling down that never-ending void of sadness until he reached breaking. Like his friend, he took his own life.

Death is a horrible experience. Mordecai felt as his soul was ripped away from his body and was thrown into some unknown abyss. Maybe he wasn't worthy enough, but there didn't seem to be any heaven after death. No matter where he looked, everywhere was black. It seemed like eternity that Cai wandered around this deathly heaven. He ran forever, never tiring, searching for some reprieve. Every so often, he'd pass a lost soul like himself. For some reason, they would just ignore him and mutter something about going mad. Mordecai passed many of these souls until, by some miracle, he found the soul of his late friend. At first, he felt ecstatic but that soon changed into anger. He screamed profanities at his friend, damning him, cursing him to live an eternity in agony just so he could feel the anguish he caused Mordecai. And yet, this soul didn't listen either. His friend drifted away on his eternal journey, not knowing what Cai had said.

After wandering about the darkness, Mordecai saw a thin sliver of light on the horizon. He immediately headed towards it, hopeful that it destroy all this pain. As he approached it, the light grew stronger and stronger, revealing that it was in fact a gateway to the living world. Mordecai stood at the very edge. For the first time, he felt the breeze on his maw and smelled the musky scent of the earth and appreciated it. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, not thinking about the consequences. As soon as he was fully in the light, he felt himself falling. The last thing he remembered was the gate between the light and dark closing, leaving not even a scar.

It was then that he awoke. The first thing that Mordecai felt was this agonising pain in his chest. Somehow, he realised that he was not living and that this would be a long and torturous life. Somehow, he managed to partially block out the pain and stumbled onto his paws. When he looked down, he saw that his body was not fully formed. Sprigs of grass popped up through his paws. He was... he was a spirit. Mordecai was one of those cursed beings. He tried desperately to not panic, failing spectacularly. In mere minutes, Mordecai was collapsed on the ground, sobbing, screaming in pain. He was there for a while, struggling to pull himself together. The pain... the pain. He had to do something about the pain.

Years from his rebirth, Mordecai is meticulously planning every single aspect to release himself of this suffering. He has forever to think. He will succeed.