MORRIGAN IGRAS.
NATURE.
Toying with others are his greatest form of entertainment, a show to watch as he weaves misconstrued words and purposeful lies around them to see how someone might react to his jabs. His words are honey-smooth, sweet yet intoxicatingly poisonous to anyone who might lend an ear.
With such a mentality, it comes to no one’s surprise that Morrigan is the kind to twist and yank people by the leash to get what he wants. He is ultimately manipulative and conniving, an observant man who will mold others to fit the needs he has yet to fulfill. Whether it be something as intimate as sex or valuable as a job, Morrigan’s callously apathetic behavior has him guising others as a means to an end.
He eats and engorges himself on the very essence of life and its greatest pleasures, unabashedly unashamed of the way he lives and how he treats others. Still, there are some, even if few traits that those very close to him can find to appreciate when it is pertinent. Observant of the ways that others carry themselves, their personas and the parts they play on the stage, Morrigan makes it a habit to be conscientious of other’s behaviors and the mask they put on for the public.
Morrigan is rationality where there is emotionality, he is assertiveness where there is uncertainty. He does not hesitate on decisions that need to be made and with haste. If there are many things to hate about Morrigan, the individuals he despises the most are sniveling cowards and indecisive, whimpering soft-hearted folk who look for things to be done for them instead of standing on their own two feet.
Still, it must be said that Morrigan is a temperamental, struggling beast. Intimacy in all of its forms has never been his strongest suit, a misery that rakes its claws down his back whenever he must turn to the past and recount his tales. Vulnerable and raw, the only thing it can be discerned as is a pathetic and lonely existence.
As any other creature does, Morrigan yearns for connection and true, emotional bonds—but that does not mean he has to acknowledge his yearning, and that does not mean he will change for what he truly needs.
PHYSICAL.
Said body is described to be devastatingly cold, his calloused palms bringing flashes of shivering ice instead of warmth as is desired by most.
Hail From Home.
For those who come from the steppe.
Ever tight-lipped about who he was and where he came from, Morrigan gets especially irritated when the topic of the Azim Steppe comes to the table. Whether your character may hail from the Azim Steppe and accidentally steps on some toes, or is a traveler who has passed through, Morrigan will have something to say about the steppe one way or another. Negatively, of course.
Moments In Passing.
A moment is all you need to make a lasting impression.
Like many in the world of Etheirys, Morrigan is a wanderer. It wouldn't be a stretch to say he'd pick on you before going along his way, and most certainly leave the kind of sense that one should avoid him further after a singular interaction. He makes a titular, one-off experience for those looking for something more light-hearted.
Precious Jewels.
The finest gems and jewels a man has to offer.
A surprisingly skilled jeweler, Morrigan has an eye for jewelery that he makes to adorn the prettiest of necks and decorations most befitting of the fairest bodies. He will settle in the markets of Ul'dah or Gridania to make some gil, so pick your wares—surely something has piqued your interest?
One Night.
Because anything more than a night might prove to be troublesome.
Morrigan isn't known to stray from what he wants. Flirtatious and greedy, Morrigan might have picked out a specific diamond amongst the rough to entertain himself for the evening—and possibly even the night. But be warned, he is not the kind to keep a bed warm; everyone he kisses wakes up alone.
Can lead to NSFW encounters. Specify only if you're looking for short flirts.
Competition.
Are you looking for a fight?
He picks and chooses when he thinks it's appropriate to have decorum, but a majority of the time, he'll find any excuse to pull out his axe of ice. Perhaps a rival from a competing group for a job or simply a muse for destruction, Morrigan makes a fine one-off antagonist to rough up.
There are two of you?
Except Morrigan might be the more irritating one.
To the unfortunate demise of Alea, they have been cursed with a younger brother who wouldn't know anything about couth if it hit him in the face. If you see these two wandering around, be sure to watch your pockets if the taller of them approach you for a lovely chat—they're probably trying to rob you blind.
Monstrous, yes, but still the child whom she cared for when they were both younger.
Trust.
Comfort.
Affection.
Respect.
For this, he admires Vesper, respecting the crudeness he brings to his work and the impersonal arm he keeps with those who have even shared a bed with him.
Trust.
Comfort.
Affection.
Respect.
Trust.
Comfort.
Affection.
Respect.
Put some sort of notice here. Can be anything really.
NEIRA.