From the world of Abarria he is an unusual creature with a body drenched in magic, his very existence like a shadowy formation of the magical aether that flows from that world. Malice, deception, and even the sensation of pain seem foreign concepts to this being as he seems at times like a child, questioning and curious. Listening well, one can hear the creature's heartbeat resonate softly.
Naturally gifted with the powers of aether, he can change form, stretch outwards and manipulate his magic into the form of pure force without elemental qualities, as well as being able to squeeze through places seemingly impossible for more solid based creatures. Despite this he seems often solid solid enough to actually be hurt. His most notable ability is to melt into a shadowy pool and move about quickly this way, however given the inherent brightness of this world he can't hide very well this way...
He has, however, an odd stigma about how people look at him. Growing agitated or panicked when people show fear towards him, showing that this being has lived a life of persecution and resentment. No wonder, though, his very existence a testament of a defilement of "Great Mother Abarranne" by the betrayer "Raa'lm the Solemn Vow" making him a child of one of the greatest downfalls the world has ever faced.
What will it be that defines him?
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Morpheus
A strange shadowy creature with a tendency to grin maniacally. He seems somewhat... simple in ways, or is this a facade?
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God Machine Chaos
a character in “Pandora Ex Machina: Into Chaos”, as played by MartinVole
Description
So begins...
Morpheus's Story
A strange cold wind sweeps across them both, a light sound to their ears like a slow steady heartbeat. Before them suddenly stands Morpheus, his head tilted to the side with blank glowing green eyes. The dark whisps of aether flowing up off of him like an ethereal flame. "Lost, but..." He murmurs, "Alone is I no more." A big grin grows across his face.
Morpheus's smile disappears and he hisses slightly sulking back, he then points his claws towards himself. "I am Morpheus..."
Morpheus's eyes widen, then he slowly holds his hand out. "You... do not... scream? Do not... run? Do not... attack? And what is... a slave?"
Morpheus tilts his head. "Perhaps a slave would be an improvement, as it was stated before about me..." He speaks in another man's voice. "An abomination such as it can only be cured by destruction."
Morpheus looks puzzled "As far I know, I was this way... I think... I am alive. As for what I am..." Speaks again in another voice. "A Nephilim, the cursed child of the betrayer who defiled the great mother." He speaks in his normal voice again. "I suppose I am my own kind. Though, I think... think... I have siblings."
Morpheus grumbles. "Perhaps... imagine a life where people avoid and fear you, throw anything they can at you, call you 'monster' and 'mistake'. Imagine that others want to own you, control you, use you as a weapon. Where I am from, I am a 'thing' to either be used or destroyed. Perhaps... it is similar?"
He seems shocked by the sudden hug. "...this is... is... new... never been..."
He seems shocked by the sudden hug. "...this is... is... new... never been..."
Morpheus looks somewhat in an awkward state but also looks for where the voice comes from.
Daemon Furor speaks again. "The only ones? So far, yes, the only transients anyways. Molkrii should be... around. Though I'm doubtful she will be as... personable as you three so clearly are..."
Daemon Furor speaks again. "The only ones? So far, yes, the only transients anyways. Molkrii should be... around. Though I'm doubtful she will be as... personable as you three so clearly are..."
Molkrii awoke gradually, ice seeping onto the gridded metal catwalk she was sitting on. Her eyes finally opened, the glowing blue orbs taking in the machine she was apparently in. She noted the huge gears and decided to test her powers. Gathering water from some deep source below, she shot ice onto the gears. They screeched to a halt, completely stopping. Hoping that she hadn't just shut off some major system, Molkrii stood and shook off the ashes that had sifted onto her from the machinery above. Her A.I. whirred and clicked, finally settling into a dull hiss. It fell silent quickly enough, allowing her to concentrate.
She heard voices from nearby; three humanoid-ish ones and a more booming, grand. A god of sorts, maybe? Stalking towards the group, she readied her blade and her magic. If any of them put forth any kind of threat, she could easily dispose of them.
Swinging down gracefully onto the metal platform, she narrowed her eyes a bit. Molkrii was ready for anything.
Thaumara smiled as the Players began to wake. She couldn't wait for the Games to start. Whoever the Daemons had decided on, she'd pick a Player from them. Hopefully she'd have someone really good this year.
She heard voices from nearby; three humanoid-ish ones and a more booming, grand. A god of sorts, maybe? Stalking towards the group, she readied her blade and her magic. If any of them put forth any kind of threat, she could easily dispose of them.
Swinging down gracefully onto the metal platform, she narrowed her eyes a bit. Molkrii was ready for anything.
Thaumara smiled as the Players began to wake. She couldn't wait for the Games to start. Whoever the Daemons had decided on, she'd pick a Player from them. Hopefully she'd have someone really good this year.
Aranel went to stand next to Morph and Mia. "If this is a game there is going to be more to this than just a simple machine, as you call it. I can guarantee there are going to be many twists and turns that aren't easily guessed." she said turning her silver eyes on Molk.
"Of course. I wasn't saying that this was a simple machine. If this is truly any sort of game, then it won't be an easy win." Molkrii was a touch irritated that Aranel seemed to insist on proving her wrong. She might be interpreting her all wrong, but it looked like Aranel didn't trust her (which was smart) and thought she'd kill her friends and devour their souls (Molkrii might, not the devouring part though). She'd try to thaw her out, but that didn't mean she was getting all nice and mushy.
Morpheus has been quietly observing Molkrii, trying to read her, understand her, as well as thinking on what it is he'd wish for. He speaks up finally.
"Molkrii, if had you the chance to gain whatever you desire... what would it be?"
"Molkrii, if had you the chance to gain whatever you desire... what would it be?"
Molkrii nodded and started walking down a catwalk, following minute details that the others probably wouldn't notice. She concentrated, easily leading them down halls and maze-like corridors. Molkrii wasn't leading them to the heart. She wanted to win, if only for the reason of getting out alive. After a while, she heard the shadowy being spoke to her.
"Molkrii, if had you the chance to gain whatever you desire... what would it be?"
Molkrii narrowed her eyes as she looked for more clues.
"I have no idea. Without human emotions and desires, I do not want anything. I would have to consider that for a while to come up with a suitable answer." She wanted to keep him at an arm's length. However, she wouldn't be rude or push him away. She was just biding her time for her to desert.
Soon enough, the machine's lights were dimming. "It seems like nighttime. Should we anchor camp?"
"Molkrii, if had you the chance to gain whatever you desire... what would it be?"
Molkrii narrowed her eyes as she looked for more clues.
"I have no idea. Without human emotions and desires, I do not want anything. I would have to consider that for a while to come up with a suitable answer." She wanted to keep him at an arm's length. However, she wouldn't be rude or push him away. She was just biding her time for her to desert.
Soon enough, the machine's lights were dimming. "It seems like nighttime. Should we anchor camp?"
Aranel pulled out a log. and set it on the ground then backed away from it. In her hand she produced a small fire ball of blue flames and threw it at the log catching it on fire instantly. "There now we have light."
"Human emotions..." Morpheus murmurs looking at the ground thinking. There are yet emotions he does not know how to express, or even feel. He lifts his head up and narrows his eyes towards Molkrii.
"Do people hate you for it? Your power that is."
He then notices them setting up camp forgetting briefly that most beings do not thrive in darkness, and most need to actually sleep. He sits down and looks up into the strange sky.
"I wonder what it is that does live here..."
"Do people hate you for it? Your power that is."
He then notices them setting up camp forgetting briefly that most beings do not thrive in darkness, and most need to actually sleep. He sits down and looks up into the strange sky.
"I wonder what it is that does live here..."
Morpheus looks blankly at the gun then holds his right arm up, doing a finger gun with his hand. A weird smokey white energy gathers at the tip from inside him then fires into the sky, a strange burst shakes the air briefly, but without a bang, more a whoosh of wind. The small projectile leaves a spiraling trail like a real bullet but shrinking until it dissipates out entirely.
"Like that?" He grins.
"Like that?" He grins.
Like a puff of black smoke he seems to just dissipate and rematerialize sitting by Aranel, the darkness seeming to give him better mobility than before. Of course tact remains severely lacking.
"Yes?"
"Yes?"