Moribund Characters

All of the major characters in Moribund. Read the Moribund primer for a greater idea of what their stories are like.

Each character is linked back to their respective tags on my blog, where you can find more art of them.

Mercasor

(formerly RANSOM)

Deadeye Brun. She's a short, scrappy gel with straw blonde hair and metaphysical scarring around her right eye. She probably hasn't slept in 3 years.

Brun ◆ She/her ◆ Finest Sharpshot in the Local Galaxy (Former)

Yeah. She’s my sister. Yes, that Brun. No, we’re not on speaking terms. Look– are you gonna buy my EP or not?

Brun is the founder of high Asthaom’s notorious Condign Cartel. She carved a bloody warpath through the desert in search of condign dye, a holy pigment distilled from the blood of a dead god. But what ultimately committed her to history was her legendary skill as a sharpshooter– The best in the known universe.

Brun was later expelled from the cartel, and turned herself in for reasons she refuses to disclose. She is currently serving a rehabilitative sentence in Normunt as a Justiciar-in-training, tirelessly hunting her former accomplices.

Darrow. She's an owl of a woman with an overgrown undercut, dressed in condign and gunmetal grey.

Darrow ◆ She/her ◆ Ringleader of the Condign Cartel

Oh, god.

Darrow is Brun’s ex, and the current ringleader of the Condign Cartel. She’s got a quick tongue and a quicker draw, and is very talented when it comes to getting other people to do what she wants them to.

Darrow refuses to talk about the particulars of Brun’s exit from the cartel, or the nature of their relationship. What matters to her now is that the cartel runs like a well-oiled machine.

Malakai. He's a sort of sleepy-looking lad with wavy brown hair, bottle cap glasses, and a little acne.

Malakai ◆ He/him ◆ Mercasian Synthpop

I take it back. If you buy my EP I’ll tell you everything.

Malakai is a musician based out of Mercasor. He’s sedate, a little quirky, and deeply sardonic. He’s also Brun’s brother, a fact which he refuses to elaborate on because he cut off all contact with her years ago.

Sinuk. She's got strong, sharp features, a little bandaid on her aquiline nose, and cropped black hair.

Sinuk Vauntariaq ◆ She/her

Who?

Sinuk Vauntariaq graduated from the University of North Mountain with a degree in Sidereal Metaphysics, which she went on to misplace when she last took out her recycling.

She later became a self-described gunslinger, with a remarkable knack for making enemies in high places. Fortunately for her, she was also a wild card who’s movements were as meaningless to map as the world-wheel. Unfortunately for her, this meant she couldn’t aim worth shit.

Mercasian Gods

Morrigan. In her first form, she is a broad woman with a strong profile, and a veritable mane of hair. In her second, she is a massive sea eagle with tears of light streaking from her eyes.

Morrigan ◆ She/her ◆ Storm Bird

Morrigan is the legendary guide of the Ser diaspora. She helped her kin navigate the ocean black when they were expelled from Satikke, and upon her death, achieved apotheosis so that she might shield them from the raging sea and see them to safety. Although she is a hero to Mercasor, the rest of the world associates her with death, where her arrivals always predate disaster.

Io. They're a slight fellow, with a dour sort of look to them, and a pair of strange, metaphysical horns on their head.

Io ◆ They/them ◆ Grey Eminence

Io is thought of as the architect of metaphysics in Mercasor. They authored canting, a language of magic that they could use to safely instruct the world’s first mages. Nowadays, they’re the beloved grey eminence behind Normunt that has tended it beyond mortal years– Though, their only official office is in administering its law-keeping order of justiciars.

Basedt

Prisoner. He's an older man with tired but kind eyes, a strong jaw, and thick locs.

Prisoner ◆ He/him ◆ Sauntiaq

No, you don’t have to dance around it. It’s a weird name. When I first came to Mercasor, I didn’t know a lick of Ser-form Satik. Tried to explain to them that I was Basedti, that I was a prisoner of the Stormwall. Turns out the word for ‘prisoner’ is the same in every form of Satik. It stuck.

Prisoner is a warm man, and a storyteller in his heart of hearts. But growing up behind the Stormwall has taken many things from him– his father, his mother’s heart, friends and family armed to the teeth with steel that he forged, but which failed to protect them from the hellish ash tundra. Even though he is the first Basedti refugee to escape the terrestrial maelstrom, there is a soft and tender grief that ghosts the man in all of his affairs.

The only thing the storm has ever given him is Kadra, and he is determined to keep her safe in a world that would tell him she is marked by hateful stars.

Kadra. She's a spritely young woman dressed in thick furs, with a rooster's crest of locs.

Kadra ◆ She/her ◆ Color and Light

You’ll have to forgive me, it’s just difficult to talk about her when she’s not here. If you see any trace of her– anything– anything– please let me know.

Kadra is a vivacious and canny young woman who doesn’t really know how to be afraid of most things. But growing up in the shadow of Prisoner’s grief, and watching the world stand idly by while the people of Basedt lose themselves more and more to the terrestrial maelstrom has weighed heavily on her. At 17, she steals away in the dead of night, determined to bring Basedt back from the storm that Prisoner saved her from so many years ago.

Asheond-sul. He's an older, sharp-eyed man with a wiry beard.

Asheond-sul Anu (Ashe) ◆ He/him ◆ White Ghost

He’s been good to me.

There are few things that the people of Basedt cannot find words for; a hundred years locked in bloody combat with the terrestrial maelstrom has given them plenty of time to grapple with the realities of the world they inherit. But there is one aspect of the ash tundra that escapes definition, and can only seem to be described in hushed tones, and fearful glances— the White Ghost.

He is a wrathful spirit in one story, a wayward Basedti in the next, and sometimes even the great beast of all men himself. Few can say for certain where he came from or who he is; Even fewer have encountered him and returned to tell the tale.

Basedti Gods

Cinte. He has heavy lidded eyes and a strong aquiline nose; his mouth is concealed by a veil, and much of his face by his long black hair.

Cinte ◆ He/him ◆ Great beast of all men

The great beast of all men. The sauntiaq. God from the disease. What is there to tell? He makes me heartsick.

Cinte is the true name of the wrathful prince that plunged Basedt into a hundred-year terrestrial maelstrom. He is said to have once been a kind-hearted young man with a strong sense of justice; he defended his little sister when she rejected the Basedti crown, the burden of which they were both destined to inherit. But years of grooming began to twist his spirit and rot his heart, and he came to resent both the crown and his wayward sister.

When she sabotaged their coronation, this resentment boiled into a rage so great that Cinte is said to have achieved apotheosis, and every injury born on him by the monarchy came down on Basedt. He razed the city, scattering his own bones across the ash tundra, and imprisoning its people within the walls of an eternal storm.

Asthaom

Roan. She wears a bronze mask with closed eyes and a placid smile.

Roan ◆ She/her ◆ Roaming River

A story, if you will.

A woman walks down to the banks of a ghost river, beaten and bloody, to wash herself of war. A man lays broken at the bottom of the dry riverbed. The woman offers to tend him. He refuses. The woman offers to feed him. He refuses. The woman offers him water from her skein. He refuses. The woman offers to crack his oaths like bones beneath the bloated sun, and let the blood that binds run the river red so that he might begin to desire life again. He refuses.

Before the man can object, the woman plucks the bleeding heart of god from between her ribs and lays it down at her feet. The river runs roan. The man acquiesces.

Roan is a hero of myth to high Asthaom. She authored its river, circumvented its only war, and birthed magic into the antesacrent world. The Akiat diaspora considers her a fragment, aspect, or even a reincarnation of its late saint Lex, although she is ambivalent at best about this. She has withdrawn from history many times, but inevitably returns when something must be done and she is the one to do it.

Hei. He's a powerfully built man, with fine black hair tucked up into a bun, but very sad eyes.

Dai Hei ◆ He/him ◆ First Exarc

Your favourite song. Sunlight dappled off the face of the river. Rainwater dusting a creosote bush. Is he sentimental? Yes. But there are few men who have known such grief, and fewer still who could so deftly bring you to your knees in laughter and in tears.

What did you expect…? He’s my ex.

Dai Hei once stood among Motu’s most beloved Lexarcs, and was the first and last to leave the god’s service. His departure struck a decisive blow in the frenetic devotion of his colleagues, but came at such great personal cost it could not be called a willing one. He has since retired to a quiet life of music, badly tempered by his hand in the war.

Len. He's a scruffy, keen-eyed little man with an overgrown goatee, and senuqe facepaint under his eyes.

Mukhaillen (Len) ◆ He/him ◆ Beast out of the East

You’d do well to remember that, despite our best efforts, the world embellishes our… Ah… Competencies. But not Len’s. I can tell you now that whatever you’ve heard about him is true. Even the eating god part.

Especially the eating god part.

Mukhaillen is the city Sond’s thoroughly esteemed and thoroughly de-facto chief of defense, who led the resistance when Motu marched on Scaiuq. He and his Sentinels share a common history as reformed criminals, and a grim, sardonic demeanor as the survivors of Asthaom’s only war. Len has since stepped down from his informal office, but continues to spend much of his time with the justice system of his own design.

Sadren. He's a crooked-looking, almost feverish man with metaphysical scarification across both eyes, and a very wide smile. He also may wear a bone mask in the shape of a condor's beak.

Sadren ◆ He/him ◆ Blood-Water Poet

I’m a poet. Nobody in particular.

Sadren is considered a counterpart to Roan, and is equally celebrated for his hand in authoring the river and preventing Motu’s war. Once a devoted Lexarc, he betrayed the cause to warn Scaiuq of Motu’s impending campaign, and was made a martyr by the god for his sins. He is at present a prolific poet and songwriter, and a deeply respected figure both throughout Asthaom and beyond the ocean black.

Asthaomic Gods

Koda. She wears a wooden mask in the style of a koath, a large cheetah-like cat indigenous to high Asthaom.

Koda ◆ She/her ◆ Mourning Mother

Our mother in arms and in alms. The stormbreak. The wall. For all the raven’s blood that comes down from the sky, she has never once failed us. But isn’t that something? She need only balk once.

Koda is chief to the pantheon of the Akiat diaspora. She was their first guide through the high Asthaom desert, and settled there to grieve the loss of her champion navigators, Lex and Sentin. For many years, she fed the holy city Merike with her blood, and sheltered it from the ocean black’s cruelty– but in her divine fatigue was powerless to stop Motu’s coup. Only after the river is authored does the desert reconcile with Koda, and Koda with the desert.

Sentin. They have soft, heterochromatic eyes and long, black hair with sea curls.

Sentin ◆ He/they/she ◆ Exiled God

You’ll know her best by her city, Sond. Merike may pardon you, but Sond… Sond will redeem you. It is a pity we call it Lex’s bleeding heart– and sark, you must know that I love her deeply, but Koda’s mercy is not limitless either. Come to Sentin and she will love you, always, always.

Most of high Asthaom agreed: Sentin was swallowed up by the ocean black in repentance for his crimes against its people. But it wasn’t until he crawled out of the sea many years later, clutching Lex’s heart, that the truth began to surface. Sentin fled deep beneath the Scaiuq mountain range, taking both the truth and the heart with him– A heart for which Motu was willing to war.

Motu. He wears a mask in the style of a boondog, a macaque or drill-like simian native to high Asthaom.

Motu ◆ He/him ◆ Grieving Father

No, I’m sorry. I can’t tell that story. Not here. Not now. Another time, perhaps.

Once the celebrated First Lexarc, Motu guided the Akiat diaspora hand-in-hand with Koda out of deep love for his kin. But the loss of Lex had devastated him beyond recovery, and this secret grief festered deep in his heart over many, many long years. It ultimately drove him to quietly wrest Asthaom from Koda, and launch the bloody campaign against the traitor-of-his-own-design, Sentin.