Morshan Sakru

[Nesh]

General back story of Morshan Sakru: Scion of Ragnarok (Will be edited accordingly when the FPL is up.)

 

A gentle cold breeze swept thew his ebony hair, Morshan Sakru paid no heed. He was a soldier, a force of nature in his own right, only deadlier and more cunning than nature could ever be, he could think and feel. The dawn of his seventeenth year had only taken place perhaps a month beforehand and a month before that, his quest for genocide began. In those day and nights he had trekked across, desert, forest, prairie, and mountain. During that time his fury had slowly eaten away at his fragile mind, at the times sanity graced him he wondered if he was still a man or merely some beast. He came to the conclusion that he was neither, Animals wee not calculating cold creatures such as he nor did humans actively seek to slaughter and destroy everything on their path as he had and did. Morshan was a monster. Only a monster would slaughter millions, civilian and solider alike, not even women and children were spared.

 

"In order to defeat one's enemy one must know one's enemy." Those had been his Master Naruhan's words. Morshan wondered what the sage would say if he could see this. Here stood Morshan on the battlefield surrounded by the freshly killed carcasses of his foes, the spring grass still wet with the morning dew and bathed crimson with their blood. He knew his enemy alright, he was his enemy and he didn't care. Morshan stared down at the two bodies at his feet with hard amber eyes, he was most proud of these kills. They were his parents.

 

"This is what you get," he yelled, "this what you get for abandoning me for more than have my life! I thought you were heroes, I trained as a Technomancer to avenge you and how am I repaid? You come back as leaders of the adversary and destroy everything I've ever known!" Morshan pulled twin Colt .45 six shooter handguns out of the holsters on his armor styled after that of the knights of the Middle Ages. The bullets inside these guns were no ordinary rounds. On each bullet was inscribed a rune, or magical symbol, in essence the bullets were what it meant to be a Technomancer: a blending of both arcane and industrial knowledge. The boy unloaded his clips into the bodies of the beings that sired him; red and yellow smoke filled the air as runes of fire and electricity primed in their power. An eerie sound was heard on that battlefield as the young Technomancer watched the corpses of his mother and father burn in the magical blaze, muscles twitching from the strong sudden electrical discharge. "I always hated being an orphan and now I have become one by my own cursed hand."

 

Then, strong warrior as he was Morshan Sakru began to cry. The salty waterworks poured from his eyes freely as he was consumed by everything he'd done. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see the war zone's only other living occupant: his girlfriend and fellow technomancer Hecklow Nejookt; she had been his only comrade in the carnage of the battle. Her lime green eyes permeated with distraught sympathy for she had seen his downward spiral firsthand.

 

"It'd be alright, it's over now." she whispered comfortingly as she brushed the chestnut brown hair out of her face.

 

"No Hecklow, it won't be alright, hr stold her in a dreadful monotone, "You'd just leave me."

 

"That's not the Morshan I know; what happened to you?" Hecklow questioned, her voice cracking from concern.

 

"I'm a monster, I slaughtered women and children. It started as just soldiers but common folk don't like when you kill there husbands, son, and brothers. They attacked, I fought back but soon it was just a game. Joining back up with you restored some sanity but it's slipping; I want to just end it all," he explained quietly as he slipped a bullet with a pecular rune into the chamber of one of his guns and pointing it across the field where a nursery of the children of his dead enemies stood a mere hundred yards away, "My only consolation is that the Avatars will die with the Tchnomancers." Hecklow didn't like where this was going and stepped in front of his barrel.

 

"Don't do it Morshan, if you do they'll be no redemption; you'll be no better than them." she pleaded.

 

"It's too late for that, as much as I regret what I've done I must this bloody job I started," he replied solemnly, "now move!

 

"No Morshan I won't move." she declared boldly. Morshan knew how stubborn Hecklow could be, even more so than him and he loved her for it, but in tts current state his mind didn't know what it was doing.

 

"So be it," he muttered coldly as he pulled the trigger. White smoke bellowed from the gun. The rune had been one of pure energy. Time slowed as the bullet pierced Hecklow's armor, the concussive blast ripping through her body as the shock wave continued on and destroyed the nursery. All at once his sanity came rushing back as he saw her lifeless body, blown in half fall to the ground, "By the Immortal Spirits what have I done?" His mind was so numb he didn't even notice The ground shaking violently beneath him or that the dawn sky had shattered like glass. The world was ending and Morshan Sakru was falling through the cracks.

 

Morshan woke up on what appeared to be concrete. His body ached incessantly.

 

"Is this hell?" he thought. It sure felt like it. Then he heard that giggle. The Technomancer sat up to find a green garbed maiden with silver hair standing over him.

 

"Welcome to Khazan Techniomancer." she greeted her voice was dark yet innocent.

 

"How do you know what I am?" Morshan inquired.

 

"It's quite simple Morshan, I am a collector of sorts and this is Khazan the nexus. In this place I can watch all realities and I have taken an interest in you." the maiden replied.

 

"Why me?" Morshan asked.

 

"You have a dark past my dear Technomancer, so much blood unable to be cleansed from your hands. Your gods have abandoned you here and I want to help." she explained winking. Morshan stared at the girl, there was something odd about her power, dark, but trustworthy. The answer dawned on him quickly.

 

"You're a goddess!" Morshan exclaimed. The girl smiled sweetly.

 

"There was shadow before light. Chaos is the natural order. Help me restore chaos through any means required and your sins will be reprieved. Will you serve me?" she asked. Morshan really didn't have much choice, he had no allies and no cause. A soldier such as he needed a cause to fight for. Plus this girl promised him what he wanted most: redemption.

 

"Yes," he told her resolutely, "but what shall I call you?" The girl's green eyes lit up with devilish twinkle.

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They call me Rasa Sayang," the Goddess of Chaos said waving her hand causing a red biohazard sign to appear on the breast of Morshan's silver armor, "but yo my Scion of Ragnarok can call me Mistress." With that Rasa Sayang dissappeared in swirling cloud of dust.

 

The Technomancer looked down at the syn his armor. It suited him well. He was a bio hazard, walking poison. No, he was Morshan Sakru, Scion of Ragnarok. A Child of Chaos.

[treacherous]

They call me Rasa Sayang," the Goddess of Chaos

 

Your character may see her as a goddess (which is fine), but she is more of an ancient entity representing a concept. Sort of like Quietus represented the void.

[Nesh]

Your character may see her as a goddess (which is fine), but she is more of an ancient entity representing a concept. Sort of like Quietus represented the void.

Yes but it was also stated she was studying; she was just appealing to his weak spots.