angelus mortis - TUATHA DE DANAAN [death]

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Immortal

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Heterosexual

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Tuatha De Danaan

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God of Death

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A sleek black tom with white-feathered wings, unusually long claws, and very light blue eyes.

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Mori is a large feline, as they go, with broad-shoulders and long limbs. And yet, he's not as muscular as most toms of his size. Instead, he's built very long and lanky. In a battle of pure strength, he'd most likely lose. And he's not particularly fast either. The only skill he has, build-wise, is how agile he is. Climbing trees, walking on branches, and leaping up onto boulders, that's his area of expertise. Despite his seeming lack of muscle, under that rippling black pelt his body is hard and lean, fit after so many years of hunting and fighting. As mentioned before, his fur is the color of pitch, never deviating from this hue. In texture it's silky, although short. This combination gives him a sleekness that most cat's coats are missing. He's shiny, to be quite frank. But upon his ebony painted back sprout two majestic feathered wings the color of freshly fallen snow, a great contrast to his dark fur. The wings are easily large enough to carry him through the air, though he much prefers slinking around in trees, and pouncing on his prey from there. Scars mar his pelt here and there. In fact, one runs all the way across his left jawline. But eyes are quickly drawn away from the injury by those eyes... Those light, cerulean blue eyes that stare into souls so incredibly well... They're beautiful... They're breath-taking... And in those orbs, an eerie calm lurks, soon to be broken, the only hint in his appearance as to the monster that lurks inside of him.

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There's something wrong with this one. Something different. Mori is the phantom of a deity that is rarely seen or heard, and yet most know of him, and don't want to meet him. His ability, the ability to see when one will die, has effected him greatly. To disprove common belief, he isn't evil, despite the stigma surrounding his dark power and cynical view of life. Being able to know when others die is not a gift for him, it's a curse. He understands that all mortal things die, and this realization causes him to avoid interaction with the truly living as much as possible. He no longer thinks of mortals as thinking, living beings. Much to the contrary, he looks at them as sheep, and he the shepherd. But eventually the shepherd must become the butcher, or else someone else will. In retrospect, he enjoys the feeling of power he gets from knowing that they are beneath him. He's a proud, mysterious creature that prefers silence to the noises of life. Sarcastic, wise, and cynical, he is prone to bipolar tendencies, which he finds that he can't control. As Death, he is everything. He is love, he is hate; he is enthusiasm, he is laziness; he is joy, he is sorrow; he is chaste, he is lascivious; he is the beginning, and he is the end; he is everything, and he is nothing. Sometimes, Mori feels as though he has no self, and other times he feels as if he is only himself. All he knows for certain is that he is alone.


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Born one misty morning in the heart of spring to a lone rogue, he was one of four toms in his litter. He was the youngest, and easily the smallest. His brothers were cruel, and his mother cared little for any of them. She cared for them until they reached an age at which they could hunt by themselves, and then she turned tail and left. He would never see her again. His brothers were Tysav, Gladius, and Angelus. He was called Mortis, meaning death, because his mother had thought that such a small thing would obviously die in such a rough world. Little did she know that he was more than capable.

The brothers stuck together after she left, until the inevitable fight broke out. Angelus attacked Mortis, for the smart-mouthed tom had mouthed off to his big brother one too many a time. Angelus easily pinned his sibling to the ground, and was about to deliver a fatal blow. But Mortis saw something. He saw it for the first time. He saw a picture in his mind. He saw his own fangs close upon Angelus's neck. And so it happened. He killed his brother. And to acknowledge his victory, his brothers began to call him Angelus Mortis, meaning quite literally, 'Angel of Death'.

That was when Mori parted with his family, and left to pursue his own life. He knew that Gladius would chase a hare off a cliff in but a moon, and that Tysav would die in battle a year from now. He knew it. And he couldn't bare the truth. After traveling great distances, he was welcomed into the troops of Morfesa. In fact, he had a certain affection for the she-cat that she did not return. But when the battle finally ended, she let him drink at the stream as one of the 23 for his faithfulness to her, and he was dubbed the God of Death, for his ability, and service in the war.

His pain, his sorrow, his gift... It molded a creature that haunts nightmares, that stalks the innocent, and yet would cradle a dying kit and sing lullabies to it. It created a true mystery.





-Graphics to come, and bio will be improved the longer I have him, if he's accepted, I promise. xD Sorry, not my best.
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