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 ======Mordica ======
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-<sup>Art by Ginn(([[https://instagram.com/ginnwrght26?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==|Link to Ginn's Gallery]]))</sup>
+<sup>Art by Cinder-Lonestar</sup>
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 ^ Name / Titles: | Abyss Eater \\ Mordica |
 ^[[character:mordica:class|Class]]:| Gloom-Stalker Ranger |
-^[[character:mordica:species|Species]]:| Dryad (Un-Sellie Fey) |
+^[[character:mordica:species|Species]]:| Nymph (Queen, Un-Seelie) |
 ^ Nationality: | {{:faction:flag-florale.png?35 |}}[[planes:feywild|Feywilds]] |
 ^ Home: | - //Where character’s actual building home is if they have one.// |
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 ====Introduction====
-The Un-Seelie Fey Mordica is a quiet woman, Often keeping to herself in the shadows of dark forests. She resembles a //Wendigo// from Fey Folk-lore. Having been hidden from the public eye most of her childhood she knows little outside her family, the trees and the creatures that inhabit them. Her monstrous appearance contrasts her very cheerful and positive personality. \\
+The Un-Seelie [[culture:nymph|Nymph Queen]] Mordica is, above all else, a quiet woman. Rarely straying from the shadows of dark forests, her form is sparsely seen by wandering eyes. Keeping to herself but ruling over various woods and forests her presence spreads wide, Animals, plants and several forest dwelling species such as //Wode Elves// and //Forest Gnomes// know her well. \\ Mordica physically resembles a //Wendigo// from Fey Folk-lore, A terrifying yet beautiful visage, the form taken by strong Fey suffering corruption or defilement, The form is a stark contrast to her otherwise cheerful and positive personality. Sheltered as a child due to her monstrous appearance as she did not grow up in the //Feywild// but on a farm known continent wide for their brilliant tasty red apples. \\
+Mordica was Raised by two mothers, her biological and her found despite her appearance being so different to normality her mothers loved her dearly and granted her a childhood Mordica would treasure forever but Mordica had a desire to see the world with her own eye. It wasn't until she had come of mortal age that her mothers reluctantly allowed her to leave the farm and make her own way in life, But her mothers still refuse to admit Mordica has 'Moved-out', insisting she still lives on the farm and should return soon.. \\
+Leaving home was a struggle in more ways than one, Mordica and only ever known her mothers, the trees and animals of the farm and the surrounding area, her interaction with other mortals was limited to a handful of close family friends who all treated er with love and respect. But she had not experienced the cruelty and fear that mortals are capable of until she left the safety of her home. \\
 Most would see her as a beast to be hunted or a monster to be slaughtered, Learning quickly to keep to the darkness, out of sight. \\
-She has a natural ability to speak with plants and animals requiring no arcane weaving. None of the wildlife or farm animals she encounters ever seemed scared of her. Being very Intune with the domain of nature she as experienced glimpses of enlightment from //the wild mother// but its unknown if these were willingly given or accidently. \\
+She has a natural ability to speak with plants and animals requiring no arcane weaving. None of the wildlife or farm animals she encounters ever seemed scared of her. Being very Intune with the domain of nature she as experienced glimpses of enlightenment from //the wild mother// but its unknown if these were willingly given or accidental. \\
-The Origins of her birth stem from a deal made with a powerful Un-Seelie Fey. Nothing major or event defining, A New farm was requested and the payment was to carry, birth and mother the dealer's child.
+Mordica is a quiet creature letting music of nature fill her aura rather than words. Old music with the sounds of wood and stone. With lessons from her Mother she has learned to play the violin, but she is more fond of the whistling wind through the trees, the deep urgels of throat singing and the timed clings of hollow wood. \\ Her mind is filled with conversations while the forest sings peacefully with wind and life.
-Raised on an Apple farm by two mothers, Her childhood is fondly remembered. Mordica still technically lives at home due to her mothers refusing to admit she ever moved out. \\
+Mordica never learned the full details of her birth. But the Origins come from a deal made with a powerful Un-Seelie Fey known as the Shadow Dealer, An Arch-Fey considered the Un-Seelie King in the court of the //Feywild//. With such a major event the outcome was rather humble. The Mordica's found-mother incited the deal for her biological-mother to carry and raise the Un-Seelie King's child in exchange for a serious upgrade to the apple farm overall. New barn, new fences, some unique apple breeds, new equipment and a bigger home. Nothing some hard work and money couldn't do but it seemed Mordica's found-mother was looking for a short-cut that day.
-Upon reaching adult hood of a typical humanoid species. Mordica had grown to be quite the monstrous lady. Far to big to fit inside the old family home anymore she expressed her desire to leave home and make her own mark. both [[character:Ray]] and [[character:lucky|Maple]] both disagreed and instead sorted out getting a more suitably sized building for Mordica put on their family farm. This wasn't enough though as the itch for adventure had already taken root. \\
-Only a few moths later after constant debate Mordica was finally given the blessing by her mothers to leave home, Though it was never treated as her 'Leaving' but rather an extended holiday away from home. At least that's how her parents saw it, Mordica however was ready to taste her own adventure.
+**Presently** \\
-Early after leaving home her first interaction with the outside world was a merchant caravan being escorted to LOCATIONNAME, Mordica's Mothers had always taught her that she was different and that it was best to keep herself reserved and her appearance hidden. \\
- //“its not because you are ugly my dear sweet, its cause well you have quite the scary first impression. b but don’t worry you will find someone who is really into that.. .. one day”// \\
-but her first opportunity to interact with others outside the forest & Farm animals, her Mothers and the occasional customer?! She was giddy with excitement and unable to pass up such an event. \\
-It ended in bloodbath, That day she learned of her incredible power and was rather horrified by it. As well, learning she had a rather sore spot for being called or treated as a common beast to be killed out of fear or misunderstanding. Mordica left that caravan and pile of bodies behind and decided to keep to the forests when traveling rather than the roads in future.
-Mordica is a quiet creature letting music fill her aura rather than words. Old music with the sounds of wood and stone. With lessons from her Mother she has learned to play the violin. \\ Her mind is filled with conversations while the forest sings peacefully with wind and life.
-**Stuff to be Altered** \\
-She was always a bit of a loony lady, She would keept to herself and pour her time into studying twisted forbidden magic. Aside from learning how to walk again and the size growth not much of Davilok's personal life was changed from Exile, perhaps why she was so willing to go against the Spider Queen’s wishes.
-A near obsession with beauty and power are her driving forces, Like a cackling old witch from your fairytale stories. Through her exile nobody saw what she was becoming, the forbidden magic that drenched in temptation altered her being even further, No longer a simple //Drider// now a true monster.
-Her obsession with beauty has lead to her activity hunting and devouring those who deem themselves more beautiful than the others. Their essence and bodies adding to Davilok's own.
-As the years went on her natural influence began to spread. Stories of a hideous & beautiful monster that lived in a large building out of sight, off the beaten path. It attracted other Drow that had either defected or been expunged from the Spider Queen’s blessings. Looking for a new leader however Davilok was anything but. \\
-Though she offered little in terms of actual leadership she did offer favours and deals with her //Hag// magic. Often granting what normal arcane power could not in exchange for some very steep costs. But most either faithful or desperate enough to pay the tolls recieved what they wished with little tricks. Its very well known that a deal with a //Hag// Comes with tremendous risk and often leads to outcomes worse than the receiver started but either out of kindness or some deeper meaning Davilok played her deals very open, but it would be naive to think that the deals were ever without some drawback. \\
-Her most requested payment were beautiful women, ones she could devour for herself. Drow raids on the surface were conducted with these themes in mind, to collect offerings for the Night Hag Davilok. \\ Another common request are dreams.
-**Presently** \\
-Deapite her isolation Davilok has become a well known name around the //Underdark//. Her open deals and vast knowledge of taboo arts attract many dedezen of the Underdark looking for favour. She has a large community of //Drow// under her servitude, closer to a cult. \\
-She desires little more than what she has currently and only means to keep her status quoe, Making deals as entertainment, devouring the beautiful to add to her own, walking through the dream scape and growing her lovely garden of dangerous fauna.
-She loves the idea of a Drow culture, The savage people only know Survival and violence but the few small specs of community and culture she wants to have thrive. She is one of the finest teaches of Drow apothecaries, Poisons, Salvants and antidotes she has studied vigorisly and recorded all her findings in a journal which she has copied to creat [[item:davilok_poison_cure_fauna|Davilok’s Manuscript to Poisons, Cures and Fauna from the Underdark]], Quite a nifty magic item and one Davilok is very proud of.
-**Perfumer** \\
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 Being born as she was Mordica knows no other life. While //Wendigo// are often filled with remorse and regret for their previous life, Mordica is rather cheerful and positive, Stark contrast to her appearance. \\
 Thanks; In no small part, to her loving mothers. Who have always treated her as any other daughter would be. Her childhood was full of joyas memories and unforgettable events.
+**The debate of moving out** \\
+Raised on an Apple farm by two mothers, Her childhood is fondly remembered. Mordica still technically lives at home due to her mothers refusing to admit she ever moved out. \\
+Upon reaching adult hood of a typical humanoid species. Mordica had grown to be quite the monstrous lady. Far to big to fit inside the old family home anymore she expressed her desire to leave home and make her own mark. both [[character:Ray]] and [[character:lucky|Maple]] both disagreed and instead sorted out getting a more suitably sized building for Mordica put on their family farm. This wasn't enough though as the itch for adventure had already taken root. \\
+Only a few moths later after constant debate Mordica was finally given the blessing by her mothers to leave home, Though it was never treated as her 'Leaving' but rather an extended holiday away from home. At least that's how her parents saw it, Mordica however was ready to taste her own adventure.
+**First Day Away from Home** \\
+Early after leaving home her first interaction with the outside world was a merchant caravan being escorted to LOCATIONNAME, Mordica's Mothers had always taught her that she was different and that it was best to keep herself reserved and her appearance hidden. \\
+ //“its not because you are ugly my dear sweet, its cause well you have quite the scary first impression. b but don’t worry you will find someone who is really into that.. .. one day”// \\
+but her first opportunity to interact with others outside the forest & Farm animals, her Mothers and the occasional customer?! She was giddy with excitement and unable to pass up such an event. \\
+It ended in bloodbath, That day she learned of her incredible power and was rather horrified by it. As well, learning she had a rather sore spot for being called or treated as a common beast to be killed out of fear or misunderstanding. Mordica left that caravan and pile of bodies behind and decided to keep to the forests when traveling rather than the roads in future.
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 A guardian of the forest, cleanse and hunt any corrupted souls who may wander too far. \\ As with any being; who's duty was to fight corruption they too will be corrupted, Mordica a beast of beauty turned vile, etched with veins of sickness and corruption, mutated and warped beyond memory.//
-====Background: Outcast====
+**The Gloom-Stalker Ranger, Mordica** \\
+being out on her own and a target for many reasons, Mordica would begin to hone her skills following a //Ranger Conclave//. Like many [[culture:Ranger|Rangers]] before her she would need to become the apprentice of an expert, easier said than done. even not accounting for her monstrous appearance getting a //Ranger// to accept an apprentice in the first place is a tough ordeal, People don't just ask //Ranger's// to be their apprentice its almost always the //Ranger// seeing potential in someone. \\
-Mordica lives an isolated life far from other societies. a lonely life but with the help of her Mother she makes it her own.
+Mordica could try and self-teach but it would take thrice as long and still be halted with the hurdles brough about by her appearance.
+Luckily it seemed //The Wild Mother// saw Mordica's plight and decided to intact some small intervention. Contacting a tribe of [[culture:elf|Wode Elves]] through etchings on the bark of their sacred trees, a call for a ranger among their ranks to teach their ways to a beast in the shadows.
-**Bond with Mother** \\
 **The Fey-Wilds War** \\
-//King Magnus was of the cruellest of tricksters you could imagine, every word spoken would be left defiled by his twisted vision of entertainment and justice. The trees ever speaking of his iron rule over the "Thorn Throne." The war that took place between the two nations was mostly ignored by me and the trees, Those soldiers who braved my Dark woods never saw the light again. It took everyone by surprise when the instigators were in-fact Magnus's children, A twist the trees never seem to tire of. No the Throne remains empty with no one strong enough to claim it. Mother says that style of hierarchy is very similar to her home land, Who ever would take the throne will lead the nation down a road of prosperity or twisted revenge, as she once did."//
+Asking Mordica what she remembers about the [[time:floral_thorn|Floral Thorn War]] receives a low growl then a scoff from the bestial woman, Her single eye leaves your face as she turns to look into her dark forest domain as she thinks back to that two decade long war. \\ Without turning to face you she begins her recount. \\
+//"__King Magnus__ was of the cruellest of tricksters you could imagine, every word spoken would be left defiled by his twisted vision of entertainment and justice. Orlander the Petal Dragon was the harshest thorn to ever grace a flower's beauty, Her wrath was unquenching her vengeance slow, brutal and vile."// She pauses and turns to face you.
+//"I never met either of them face to face.... but the trees, the creatures, those who do not speak spoke to me about what they saw, what they experienced. It was pathetic. Fey trying to play mortal, Trying to bring order to the realm of chaos. Their war was inevitable."// The Beastial Fey shuffled trying to get more comfortable. \\
+//"The trees talk of the war like a bad joke or an armature novel. But most of the Feywilds doesn't even recognize the event as anything less than foolish children playing pretend. Even __Magnus's__ own children turned against him"// She lets out a snide chuckle. \\
+//"How foolish can one be? Truly those Fey played the part of 'Mortal' well, being so blissfully stupid."// Her chuckle continues until Mordica notices you seem to have a puzzled look on your face. \\
+//"Hmmm? what's that look for? do you not understand?"// \\
+You nod your head silently and Mordica sighs. \\
+//"The reason why the prince and Princess turned against their father is because they were so easily manipulated. Shown the horrors that their own country was committing but not paying attention to the same horrors committed by Jardins. Changing sides blindly in an instant. I guess the move did win Jardin's the war-"// Her story cuts off as her head sharply raises as if a hound had heard a threat or prey nearby. You turn to face the way she is looking. only hearing the buzz of insects and the crackle of your camp-fire against the dark forest shrouded in night. Straining your eyes to the dark you only make out the shapes of trees, yet your heart begins to pick up tempo. \\
+Mordica looks around, steamily able to see much further than you. She is silent for what seems like hours but only a few minuets have passed. she traces an arcane rune into the dirt with her claw, it flashes in activation but you don't notice anything change. \\
+The beastial fey raises up standing on all fours, stretching and shaking the lethargy off before speaking again. \\
+//"But after all that, the Prince died in the final battle as well as the king, and the princess went mad. or perhaps she was already mad...slaughtering any Fey she came across until she too vanished. "// \\
+Her head covered by a skull mask leaned down and gently extinguished your camp-fire plunging you into darkness before a ever gentle twilight just barely illuminated the area. Mordica's body calmly illuminated with strange markings covering her fur. \\
+Just before you protest her actions you feel one of her large claws press against your lips, a gesture to keep quite. her voice an eerie whisper \\
+//"Shhhhh mortal. You have been a good listener so listen again. Move away from your camp and take to the high branches, the trees will support you. stay hidden, stay quite, something is coming. if you're smart you may live to see the coming sunrise."// \\
+And with that you see her form meld into one of the large trees, disappearing. \\
+You hear a monstrous howl not too far away, coming closer. Better do as Mordica says.

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