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**Mordechai "M" Wisptrail** is a Dark Elf Blood Court Fang Rouge and player character in Tales of Vitore. She is a member of Team Andromeda.

## Introduction

*The name's M. You can call me... M. I guess that doesn't really get shorter. I am honored to be chosen to serve The Blood Court. It really is this young rogue's dream come true. As a dark elf, I might not have fangs of my own, however, I know plenty of ways to bleed you dry.*

## Story

### Background

M was born in The Darkhills, which was a wonderful place for a dark elf to call home. In Spokstadt, she lived with her family in The Black Magick Quarter. The Wisptrails had a fair bit of reputation in the quarter as M’s father was one of the Black Wizards who helped teach the art of necromancy to up and coming mage prodigies. M liked to think of these students as “The son(s) he never had.”

Mordechai hated her name with a passion, however her father was told he would have a son, so the name was set. When M was born, her stubborn father refused to change the name he had picked, as it was “a Family name to be passed down.”. M truly believed it, because her father refused to accept defeat.

Growing up, M ended up being an only child, her mother unable to carry any other would be sibling to term. With no siblings, and an over protective Necromancer father unwilling to admit he was worried at all times for his little princess, M had only made friends in the way of the undead that her father raised for her. This lead to her social skills being lacking. She was always told not to leave the grounds of their walled estate and told horror stories about the vampires who would suck her dry or the ghouls who would harvest her body for food while she still lived. “Because the fresher the meat the higher the price", Mr. Wisptrail always told her.

These stories did nothing but fascinate her. Mordechai was not as interested in magic as her father, which saddened him some. M was much more interested in observing the world. So she needed to get out. This started her escape trials. As she got better and better at sneaking through the grounds, and passed the gates, she started to explore the city. It was huge and amazing, with such wonderful creatures to behold. To M's surprise, not all of them were undead. At least not until she hit the other Quarters. She got better and better and being in the shadows, her dark ashen grey skin helping her blend in. A hood up over her long pure white hair that was kept in a French brain running down her back while she was lurking, and you would assume her to be a shadow of any other elf. The monochromatic illusion her genetics gave her was only broken by the large striking hellfire green eyes that complimented her feminine face. If anyone were to look at her on the street they might think she had “womanly wiles”, this was far from the truth.

Throughout her sneaking and skulking, Mordechai caught the attention of The Blood Court Fang. At first, she was not sure if this was a good thing as she had heard rumors and ghost stories about this faction. Yet they were real, and they wanted to bring her into their ranks and teach her how to better hone her craft. M was easily convinced. It also meant she was safer in the blood quarter, which she had always wanted to explore more openly.

The vampires fascinated her to no end. After learning with The Fangs, Mordechai was hit with the hardest task she had ever been given: Killing. No Killing was easy enough for her as she knew it was not always the end, and truth be told she did not form many connections as she grew up with only dead friends. Her task was the thing she never thought she would be asked to do. Mordechai had to go out into the world, and learn how to blend in, when there were no shadows or alley ways. She was also tasked with making a friend or two along the way, so she could learn how to interact with people in everyday life and know exactly how to blend into a crowd. This skill along with others she was sure to learn on the way, would hone her into the perfect assassin, able to find and kill a mark in any situation, then vanish into the ethereal, so she could do it all over again.