Born into a village of evil Jotuns, as Mortix, this little girl only knew
pain and suffering from a young age. While the village is well to do, the
young dark knight students were subject to constant anxiety and fear. These
cursed children were born into the darkness and molded by it. Betrayal and
backstabbing, struggling for power and bullying were all part of their daily
lives. Those that could not stand at the top like Mortix had to survive
like rats - staying out of sight, being resourceful, being sneaky rather
than having an imposing presence.
At the age of 10, the children were brought out of the village for a
branding ceremony. Once out of the prison boundaries, Mortix's survival
instincts kicked in - either she escaped or face imminent death by
elimination from the dark knight trials. By this time, Mortix had already
have to kill her best friend and her only sister in combat. She knew it was
only a matter of time before her stronger peers would take her life if she
did not take this chance. Harnessing her well-honed rat-like skills and
instincts, she managed to elude even the adult dark knight's iron sights.
Just a short distance away, Mortix found a paradise of sorts - it was full
of Jotuns but these Jotuns were different. These villagers were shining
brightly - so brightly in fact that it was blinding! As Mortix approached
the village with extreme caution and skepticism, she was greeted by a warm
voice from behind.
"Young one, are you lost? Come. You must be hungry", said the blindly
bright adult while holding out his gigantic warm hands to the little one.
Mortix took the hand and walked into the village of Light without looking
back. From that day on, she was adopted by the Irae family and was given
the name Mortius.
Description:
A tall and stoic woman, she stands about twice the height of a human man.
Her silver hair that seems to emit its own light flow down to her waist
illuminating her from the back but strangely, it does not cast a shadow on
her face. With the exception of a single knife scar on her left eye, her
face like the rest of the skin on her body is smooth and flawless. Her
brows are perpetually locked in a frown while her ruby red eyes stare into
the distance almost like she was contemplating something. Her skin is pale
and bluish and at certain angles, iridescent like the insides of an abalone
shell. Her body is well-muscled but still retains some feminine curves.
