Post by Morty on Mar 11, 2018 23:46:48 GMT
Namesake: Mortimere - French, 'Still Waters' Morning - English, 'Beginning Time of the Day' also homophone of mourning as in 'remembrance of the dead'
Birth Date: October 30
Gender: Male
Height: 1.80 m
Weight: 61.69 kg
Timeline: Industrial Era
Race: Human
Appearance
Mortimere is a young man with an average build and average height. He is not particularly muscular or well built, and seems to always stand with a slight slouch. His blonde hair is left unkempt and carefree, his messy bangs often getting into his eyes. He has violet colored eyes, but when he activates his lineage’s trait Ghost Talker, they glow with a crimson red hue. He normally keeps a sullen expression on his face.
Mortimere’s clothing doesn’t have much variety. His normal outfit is a dark, long sleeve shirt, light colored pants, and violet colored scarf with a golden pin. He also tends to wear a purple headband that has scarlet coloring. Long ago, he once attempted to get rid of his Ghost Talker ability via stabbing himself in the eye, however, he was spectacularly unsuccessful, and now the right side of his temple now has a faint scar.
Mortimere’s clothing doesn’t have much variety. His normal outfit is a dark, long sleeve shirt, light colored pants, and violet colored scarf with a golden pin. He also tends to wear a purple headband that has scarlet coloring. Long ago, he once attempted to get rid of his Ghost Talker ability via stabbing himself in the eye, however, he was spectacularly unsuccessful, and now the right side of his temple now has a faint scar.
Personality
With the ability hear the dead speak, one can easily expect Mortimere to have a slightly more lifeless persona than the average person, who is deaf to the voices of spirits around them. It’s hard to maintain a compassionate outlook on life when silence is something that Mortimere can never hear. At one point, the whispers did drive him so mad he tried to get rid of his own ability, but when that ended in failure, he resigned himself to accepting his fate of his grim family trait.
Mortimere is a relatively simply person, who never displays want or need for anything to anyone. He is relatively silent as well, making conversation a rare and unique experience. He speaks softly and swiftly, generally keeping his thoughts and musings to himself. He is not outwardly extroverted and tends to always keep a calm or sullen expression on his face. Rarely much of anything excites him, and he often seems to be aloof, distant in his own world. He enjoys taking long naps, honestly preferring to be asleep rather than awake. It is however, hard for him to fall asleep, due to the constant whispering of spirits in his ears. Therefore, he has noticeable dark bags under his eyes, and always seems to be tired and a bit slow on the uptake of things.
Expelling passion or interaction with others is something that Mortimere rarely does, and the young man quite literally takes on the new meaning of when a person is ‘dead inside.’ He does have one thing he is rather good at, painting. The art helps him relax, and when focusing on one task at a time, it helps him block out the constant whispers and mumblings. He therefore does enjoy nature, the calmness and serenity, the closest thing to silence he would ever come to know. He avoids places that would naturally have lots of activity both from the spiritual sides and from the living side, such as cities, cemeteries, hospitals, battlefields. Mortimere despises noise and busyness, and that includes boisterous or energic people.
Mortimere considers himself a rather boring person, but he would prefer to be boring rather than interesting. He does find amusement in others that appear to be more passionate about life than he is, as long as they wouldn’t annoy him too much. But the youth would never seek out adventure or extraordinary experiences for himself. Mortimere considers his own life rather insignificant and wouldn’t care about things like death or mortality, as to him, the spirits of the dead never quite seem to shut up. Often, he muses that if he was a ghost, he would prefer to stay silent and watchful knowing that somewhere, someone could be driven mad if he even spoke a word.
Backstory
Mortimere was born to his parents, Martin Morning and his wife, Mary Anne, although both Martin and Mary Anne were a noticeably older couple to be having children. Mortimere grew up with a relatively normal childhood in the English countryside, but his playful days of youth never quite seemed to last.
As per his lineage, Mortimere would inherit the ability to hear the dead’s whispers from beyond, a trait passed down from his father’s family, that of the ancient Mortis inheritance. It started from when he was just a young boy, from the nights when he could never fall asleep due to the whispers in his ear to the days when he was afraid to be alone, since he never could know silence. His father would attempt to comfort him, show him ways to distract himself from the constant noise with hobbies like painting and music. But in the end, Mortimere would have to learn to live with his ability, it never meant he had to like it.
His father, like his late grandmother, Morticia Morning, appeared to embrace the ability much better than Mortimere himself. His family members before him used such talent to help the dead on the other side, give those dead a voice to the living. Mortimere could never fully embrace the Ghost Talker talent, and instead saw it much like a burden and constant annoyance. Very few other people in the world ever had to know the endless whispers of souls from the dead, very few had to hear the tortured and the forgotten cry out in the middle of the night, and most everyone else knew the calmness and stillness of a quiet, soundless silence. Mortimere desired the silence more than anything. He only wanted the voices to stop trying to reach out to him for just once in his life.
Mortimere’s resentment of his ability eventually came to a head. When his was a teenager, War broke out into the world of the Industrial Era. His mother, aging and ill, was left bedridden months before. While his parents deliberated on what to do, the dying and the death increased exponentially on the continent of Europe, and would eventually make its way to England. With so many souls suddenly being thrust into the afterlife, the whispers of the dead were louder and more desperate than ever before.
In an attempt to stop the voices forever, on a dark and eerie evening, Mortimere tried to get rid of his ability for good. He took a dagger and raised it to his head, aiming it for his right ear. But in the same moment, his father found him and then grabbed the boy’s arm as the blade came down. Martin was able to save his son, but was nearly too late. The dagger still cut Mortimere on the side of his face, tracing down his right eye and temple. As Mortimere dropped the dagger, blood dripped onto the floor, but he could still hear the whispers of the dead.
After the incident, Mortimere’s parents decided it would be best to send him as far away from the War as possible. With Mary Anne unable to travel, Martin would stay with her while they sent their son away, to a safer place. America seemed like the best option. With a bandaged right eye, Mortimere then got on a ship to the States, alone.
As to whether he would stay in America is left undetermined. And as to whether or not he would attempt to be rid of his ability, Ghost Talker, once again is unknown. At the very least, if he tried in the States or any other country, his father wouldn’t be there to stop him. The young man is simply left adrift as a wanderer, continuously searching for a way to find silence.
As per his lineage, Mortimere would inherit the ability to hear the dead’s whispers from beyond, a trait passed down from his father’s family, that of the ancient Mortis inheritance. It started from when he was just a young boy, from the nights when he could never fall asleep due to the whispers in his ear to the days when he was afraid to be alone, since he never could know silence. His father would attempt to comfort him, show him ways to distract himself from the constant noise with hobbies like painting and music. But in the end, Mortimere would have to learn to live with his ability, it never meant he had to like it.
His father, like his late grandmother, Morticia Morning, appeared to embrace the ability much better than Mortimere himself. His family members before him used such talent to help the dead on the other side, give those dead a voice to the living. Mortimere could never fully embrace the Ghost Talker talent, and instead saw it much like a burden and constant annoyance. Very few other people in the world ever had to know the endless whispers of souls from the dead, very few had to hear the tortured and the forgotten cry out in the middle of the night, and most everyone else knew the calmness and stillness of a quiet, soundless silence. Mortimere desired the silence more than anything. He only wanted the voices to stop trying to reach out to him for just once in his life.
Mortimere’s resentment of his ability eventually came to a head. When his was a teenager, War broke out into the world of the Industrial Era. His mother, aging and ill, was left bedridden months before. While his parents deliberated on what to do, the dying and the death increased exponentially on the continent of Europe, and would eventually make its way to England. With so many souls suddenly being thrust into the afterlife, the whispers of the dead were louder and more desperate than ever before.
In an attempt to stop the voices forever, on a dark and eerie evening, Mortimere tried to get rid of his ability for good. He took a dagger and raised it to his head, aiming it for his right ear. But in the same moment, his father found him and then grabbed the boy’s arm as the blade came down. Martin was able to save his son, but was nearly too late. The dagger still cut Mortimere on the side of his face, tracing down his right eye and temple. As Mortimere dropped the dagger, blood dripped onto the floor, but he could still hear the whispers of the dead.
After the incident, Mortimere’s parents decided it would be best to send him as far away from the War as possible. With Mary Anne unable to travel, Martin would stay with her while they sent their son away, to a safer place. America seemed like the best option. With a bandaged right eye, Mortimere then got on a ship to the States, alone.
As to whether he would stay in America is left undetermined. And as to whether or not he would attempt to be rid of his ability, Ghost Talker, once again is unknown. At the very least, if he tried in the States or any other country, his father wouldn’t be there to stop him. The young man is simply left adrift as a wanderer, continuously searching for a way to find silence.
Face Claim: Morty from Pokemon
Stats
Strength (C) | Speed (C) | Guts (C) | Focus (C) | Willpower (C) | ||||||
| 2 [Athletic] | 2 [1 m/s] | 2 [20] | 2 [4] |
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