MORAIN Race: Shifter/Alkidike/Ice Gender: Male Class: Elementalist Future Class: ?? Parents: Nimueh (biological) and Callum Surrogate: Odeya (Shifter NPC) Siblings: Sol and Ygraine (elder siblings), and Lutana and Siel (triplets), Casimir and Calliana (younger siblings) Partner: Kani
personality Morain is a bubbly, bright-eyed, and happy young man. As a boy he was excitable and precocious, eager to play just about any game with his siblings. He has a great respect for those able to defend themselves, but abhors violence himself, being something of a coward if it comes down to it. As a child he was very clingy, but now as he grows older he has grown to be a personable young man, polite and a bit eccentric, trying to make fast friends with anyone he meets.
He has fears of abandonment, and hates being on his own.
He enjoys androgynous clothing and looks, and was something of a playboy in his early adulthood. He expected to be like his brother Siel, free with his love and not one to settle down, but Kani changed that for him and he still struggles with guilty feelings about it.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2020 3:52 pm
HISTORY
Childhood As a boy, Morain traveled with his siblings and parents. While they lived as toddlers in Jauhar, close to their biological mother, they eventually traveled through Oba and to Matori where they spent the majority of their young life. From time to time, they might have briefly visited Zena to meet their grandmothers before they passed away from old age, and to see their older siblings, but not as much in their older years.
Prentice As a prentice, Morain took to wearing girl's clothing due to his fondness for fashion. He also began to idolize Aishan culture, though he didn't practice it himself. As a teen, he traveled with his family through Oba and Yael, meeting Katori - the daughter of his father, Callum's, best friend, as well as Kahukura in Yael.
Elementalist When his triplet Siel took off on his own, Morain tried to do the same, traveling here and there in the interim as he procrastinated the larger trip across the desert towards Jauhar. His goal in mind being Chibale where he hoped to learn more about his Alkidike heritage. However, his friendly nature and reluctance to travel alone led him to making fast friends with Kani and agreeing to travel together. In the weeks they spent in Oba, he developed feelings for her and ultimately they became a couple after getting to Tale.
Meaning, he never got to Jauhar or Chibale, and missed all the letters that had been sent - notably, the ones announcing the birth of his brother's first children. Once he got these missed letters, he rushed with Kani to Palei'ko to reunite with his siblings and meet his niblings for the first time.
incomplete [PRP] | Tols | Elaxi [PRP] | Long Last | Siel Kani Lutana Quiana (set after Old Habits, before Acclimating S3)
Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2020 3:57 pm
RELATIONSHIPS
Family Nimueh: Baba (Father) Morain is very fond of Nimueh, generally going to him for hugs and physical support. He's less likely to vent to him, though, and as such the two never really had a history of talking much to one another regarding important things. Morain feels he's very different from his father, and fails to see any sort of weakness or vulnerability in the large Alkidike hybrid.
Callum: Papa (Father) Morain was definitely a daddy's boy, and always ran to Callum for help when it came to his siblings. He also has made the mistake of asking him for love advice which definitely wasn't one of his best ideas.
Ygraine: Oldest Sister While not particularly close, due to growing up so far away, Ygraine does have a history of being protective and teasing to Moraine, who admires her but doesn't know much about her.
Sol: Oldest Brother Part of Morain thinks that Sol is incredibly wise and magical, and never really learned to be graceful when it came to Sol's disability. He does love and respect him dearly, but isn't particularly close with him.
Siel: Triplet Brother In a lot of ways, Morain idolizes Siel, and has a horrible habit of following him everywhere, unwilling to give him much space. He adores his triplet, and even as a teen seeks out his company whenever he can - which happens less and less, as they grow up.
Lutana: Triplet Sister Morain loves his sister, even if he's a bit overwhelmed by her from time to time. He bothers her every opportunity he can.
Friends Katori: Acquaintance While they only met briefly, Morain did learn that her mother and his father were really good friends. He wants to go to Zena to see their sanctuary for himself, and get to know her and her family better.
Kahukura: Acquaintance They don't know eachother well, but he likes to think he made a new friend! He doesn't know if they'll ever meet again, but he hopes she's doing well - she was nice to him!
Class Affinity: Elementalist | 316 words Once, when Morain was very small, he did what children often do and fell while playing, horribly scraping his hands and knees. With big fat tears rolling down his face he’d whimpered like a pathetic little creature as his older brother Sol, with infinite care, washed the grit from his bloodied wounds, cleaning him meticulously. Then… with a wisp of magic that warmed him like a rock under the ocean sun, he fixed him. Eyes wide in glorious wonder, Morain flexed his hands and peered up, excitedly, at his brother, proclaiming that one day he would be just like him: a healer.
It was a proclamation that, like any of his others, quickly fell by the wayside, forgotten among a dozen other interests. The next day he vowed he would become a wood carver… the next a cobbler, and the next a minstrel, but one truth remained years later.
Morain might not care to become a physician or healer like his brother - dealing with whimpering injured people and setting bones just wasn’t in him. But… magic would continue to entice him, since that very moment he felt it sink into his skin.
As a boy, the magic was like sand in a sieve, always slipping from his desperate grasp, gone before he could so much as elicit a spark. But as time passed, and he actually practiced, it came a bit more easily. Always with a quirk of his brow, eyes screwed up in effort, but… it came. Sparks of fire, cupped in his palms as he excitedly showed his startled parents - little zips of electricity that he used to elicit yelps and growls from his siblings. Cool trickles of water, dribbling from his fingertips on a warm summer day, sweet and refreshing on his lips…
And, finally, that same warm touch over a small papercut, sealing it closed with the warmth of a summer’s day.
Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2022 4:27 pm
Class Growth: Elementalist | 685words “Why are you wearing a dress?”
Morain jolted a bit, looking up from where he’d been idly playing with a flame in his palm. He was at a campsite in southern Jauhar, listening to the beautiful music his brother made as his father danced. Or… mostly beautiful, every now and then the beat came a bit late, or a set of notes jarred in a way that told him Siel was probably pushing himself harder than he should, what with the bruises that were still spattered over his form. They’d been staying in Jauhar for a while now as his fathers visited with his older siblings’ mother, but eventually all good things had to come to an end… rather violently, in this case. Siel had been attacked, and while a number of good samaritans had come to his aid, it had been more than enough to sour the trip and entice their fathers to pick everything up and move again.
Moving so often was normal, now… constantly shifting from town to town was just how their lives had always been. Jauhar was probably one of the more familiar spots, since he remembered a good bit of their early childhood there, but his favorite was definitely Matori…
Oh, right. An Oban girl was standing next to where he was settled, looking at him with open curiosity. She was young - not a youngling anymore, but a bit young to properly be a prentice, he felt.
And what a loaded question. “It goes with my hair, don’t you think?” He retorted warmly, smiling broadly enough that his cheeks hurt. She giggled and gave him another lingering look that told him she thought he was weird before she floated away, curiosity seemingly sated. His smile dropped, and instead Morain returned to playing with the tiny flame in his hand, rolling it along his knuckles carefully.
Why indeed. He couldn’t remember the first time he’d put on a skirt. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence, but it was a close thing. To say he had some sentimental reason for it would be… well, a lie. At least not at first.
… But he’d been thinking a lot about blood ever since Siel, bloodied and bruised, stumbled into the inn, supported by a throng of concerned adults. He’d heard his parents talking talking, Nimueh’s deep voice an angry, murderous rumble that had been scary - something he’d never really been able to describe his baba as.
Morain had never been beat up like that, not like Siel, but… to say he was ignorant of it was inaccurate. He remembered being a little boy, powdering his face with makeup to try and cover his markings, closing his eyes and pretending he was blind like his brother, just so that someone might think he was a shifter. He wasn’t big, like Siel or his baba… his skin and hair and ears were right, but the rest was…
He gripped his hand and extinguished the flame, grimacing. Of his siblings, sometimes, he felt that he was the only one curious about the Alkidike blood flowing through them. Even Nimueh never talked about it. In some ways, Sol was more Aishan than any of the rest, because he had antennae. But even then none of them knew. Ygraine was a girl, and big, but she didn’t know anything about their heritage, and when Morain asked his baba, he’d been told that he didn’t know his birth mother. They’d met their adopted Alkidike grandmother, but Nimueh had never let her expound on her heritage… not in any meaningful way.
Even back in Yael, he’d wondered… had wanted to see if he could meet more full blooded Aishans, but hadn’t managed to do it.
He wanted to. It wasn’t that he wanted to be one, no way… he was happy being a guy, despite the way he dressed, and he liked his life with his family. But he just… felt he NEEDED to know more. About Aisha, about… what they believed. Were they all really as war driven and angry as everyone said they were?
Morain needed to know.
[Morain comes to realize that he wants to learn more about his mixed heritage, namely his Alkidike roots.]
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