Morrigan

Morrigan inherited much of her fathers demonic legacy, as well as the innate bloodlust that vampyr are often filled by.

## Family

### Parent(s)

Vorkawroth (Father), Laureli Frigg (Mother)

### Child(ren)

Abbadon Argenti

Morrigan is a female Demigod fashioned in the image of a vampyr, born from the machinations of the Íshnubar Vorkawroth, god of murder and blood. A current member of The Guardians, Morrigan is a fierce warrior that battles with her own innate bloodlust and violent nature. Journeying with the cephalith Viskas Herg and the automaton D.I.V as part of the group known as The Harbingers of Havoc, Morrigan now lives in the lands of Saschia, doing her best to become the hero her mother knew she could be.

## History

### Childhood

Vorkawroth would often visit Veiltouria through Avatars, pale reflections of his true might, but still vessels for his willpower nonetheless. During one such visit, a human woman named Laureli Frigg caught his attention, and he pursued her. Despite his best efforts, the woman turned down his advances. This rejection led to the avatar's lust turning wicked and he forced her into his bed. After having his way with the woman, the avatar left into the night. Unbeknownst to the God of murder and blood, however, was the fact that this union would result in a child. A child that Laureli would keep hidden from at all costs, in fear that the God would corrupt the young soul, forcing it into a life of darkness.

Laureli fled and found sanctuary within Drukari, a place known for taking in those that are helpless and lost. One of the few, if only, places that would shelter the ostracized offspring of a Íshnubar of Edwardius. The monastery took pity upon the young mother and the child growing inside her. A first generation vampyr who could trace its blood to one of the Nekromanteia, this child would be one of the few Demigods to walk the land of Forestsedge in centuries. Laureli would do her utmost to ensure this child would be raised knowing what it was to be safe and loved, and for a time, this would prove true.

Laureli named her daughter Morrigan and even from a young age it was clear that her power would far exceed that of a normal vampyr, rivalling the Firstborn of legend. Her father’s blood ran strong in her veins. Perhaps she had taken more than he could have ever intended to give to a progeny, even unknowingly. It was as though the moment her essence came into existence she had been absorbing the powers around her, taking more than she needed, grappling with the natural balance and forcing the scales to tip in her favor. Knowing, before she had the ability to know, before she was even matter or thought, that one day her destiny would require great things from her.

   The monastery housed history and ancient knowledge that few outsiders have ever been exposed to. Morrigan was a curious child with a thirst to better understand the world. She earned the rare privilege of accessing the vast libraries held underground. Her mother would always tell her that knowledge is power and this belief became fused to Morrigan's’ core. She would disappear for hours, sometimes days, devouring the pages of countless books and manuscripts. Never quite satisfied, always hungering for more. These books became her treasures, the library; a haven within a sanctuary. When she wasn’t lost amongst the priceless words and delicate papers, she was undertaking lessons. The lessons covered a variety of subjects; weaponry, spell casting, potion making, hand to hand combat and most importantly, how to master her powers.

### Training

By the age of twelve Morrigan was training against well experienced fighters more than twice her age, and winning. As her power grew, it required greater release. Without enough challenge she ran the risk of her power building and over flowing which could lead to uncontrollable outbursts. She once engulfed her entire sleeping quarters in flame and darkness. One moment she was seated at her corner table, focused on cleaning her daggers when without warning, a surge of energy erupted from deep within. The structure around her disintegrated within seconds. The training therefore needed to become more difficult, for the safety of all around her, to push her to control her abilities.

At fourteen she was sent to Saigan Forest, where all manner of horrors and feral hunters lurked. This was not a place that most would enter willingly, not if they had the choice. It was not a place that most could leave alive. Despite this, Morrigan reveled in her trips to the wild wood. She did not fear the creatures that lurked in the darkness, for she was the creature that needed to be feared. She hunted and stalked and ruined her prey. Although she had a good heart, she had a blood lust that could only be satisfied in privacy, in this forest where she could unleash her dark and primitive side. Her trips to the wood became more frequent, and one day the increased exertion of power attracted a Gods attention. As she returned to the monastery, Morrigan found it ablaze, her monk compatriots destroyed and left in ruin. At the heart of the blaze, Morrigan found her mothers body, and standing over it was a fiendish figure she could only assume was Vorkawroth. Attack the half formed avatar, Morrigan summoned more power than she ever had before. Unleashing a storm of fire and blood, Morrigan tore the avatar apart, before falling to her mothers side. Weeping at having lost all she held dear, the young warrior left her burning home behind, intent to hunt down all trace of her fathers cult.