Name: Morrwyn Duskhar
Alias: The First, The Shadowmother, The Crimson Hand
Age: Ancient. The first of the Ail’thain, the origin of their hunger, their power, their curse.
Description:
Morrwyn is a creature of unnatural beauty, the kind that haunts rather than charms. Her presence is oppressive, a slow suffocation that settles into the bones, drowning weaker minds in awe and fear. She is tall, impossibly graceful, her movements deliberate, each step a silent proclamation of ownership over the space she inhabits.
Her skin is pale, too pale, a shade caught between ivory and silver, luminous even in darkness. Her hair is black as spilled ink, thick and sleek, cascading past her waist in a waterfall of shadow that seems to move on its own, tendrils of darkness curling at its ends. Her eyes are her most striking feature—deep, endless voids of crimson, shifting between molten gold and deepest blood, their depths betraying the centuries she has consumed.
She adorns herself in dark silks and velvets, flowing gowns that whisper against the floor, their fabric woven with the threads of night itself. The jewelry she wears is old—ancient rings and delicate chains of blackened gold, inlaid with stones that hunger, pulsing faintly with the stolen magick of those she has devoured.
Personality:
Morrwyn is cruelty perfected, honed over millennia into something elegant, something patient. She does not rage; she does not need to. Her wrath is quiet, insidious, a creeping thing that winds its way into the soul before the victim even realises they are damned. She does not kill in anger—she kills because it pleases her, because it is her right to do so.
She is a goddess of ruin, a queen of shadows who has never been denied what she desires.
Nikolai belongs to her. He is her enforcer, her assassin, her weapon. A tool to be wielded, a blade to be sharpened, and a lover to be claimed when the whim strikes her. His devotion is not given—it is taken, carved into him with the same patient hands that shaped him into what he is. She enjoys his fire, his rebellion, the fight that still lingers in his veins… because in the end, she knows she will always win.
Abilities & Influence:
Morrwyn’s power is absolute. She is the oldest of the Ail’thain, their creator, the mother of the curse that chains them all.
She has spent centuries eliminating knowledge of the Ail’thain, ensuring that they remain whispers, myths, stories meant to scare children. She does not tolerate loose ends.
And now, Nikolai has found something that should not exist.
A girl who unleashes nightmares.
And Morrwyn will want her.
Not to kill. Not yet.
She will want to see this creature for herself. To break her, to shape her, to decide whether she is something to be used, or something to be destroyed.
Threads
https://chroniclesrp.net/threads/the-price-of-defiance.6231/page-4#post-173787
Alias: The First, The Shadowmother, The Crimson Hand
Age: Ancient. The first of the Ail’thain, the origin of their hunger, their power, their curse.
Description:
Morrwyn is a creature of unnatural beauty, the kind that haunts rather than charms. Her presence is oppressive, a slow suffocation that settles into the bones, drowning weaker minds in awe and fear. She is tall, impossibly graceful, her movements deliberate, each step a silent proclamation of ownership over the space she inhabits.
Her skin is pale, too pale, a shade caught between ivory and silver, luminous even in darkness. Her hair is black as spilled ink, thick and sleek, cascading past her waist in a waterfall of shadow that seems to move on its own, tendrils of darkness curling at its ends. Her eyes are her most striking feature—deep, endless voids of crimson, shifting between molten gold and deepest blood, their depths betraying the centuries she has consumed.
She adorns herself in dark silks and velvets, flowing gowns that whisper against the floor, their fabric woven with the threads of night itself. The jewelry she wears is old—ancient rings and delicate chains of blackened gold, inlaid with stones that hunger, pulsing faintly with the stolen magick of those she has devoured.
Personality:
Morrwyn is cruelty perfected, honed over millennia into something elegant, something patient. She does not rage; she does not need to. Her wrath is quiet, insidious, a creeping thing that winds its way into the soul before the victim even realises they are damned. She does not kill in anger—she kills because it pleases her, because it is her right to do so.
She is a goddess of ruin, a queen of shadows who has never been denied what she desires.
Nikolai belongs to her. He is her enforcer, her assassin, her weapon. A tool to be wielded, a blade to be sharpened, and a lover to be claimed when the whim strikes her. His devotion is not given—it is taken, carved into him with the same patient hands that shaped him into what he is. She enjoys his fire, his rebellion, the fight that still lingers in his veins… because in the end, she knows she will always win.
Abilities & Influence:
Morrwyn’s power is absolute. She is the oldest of the Ail’thain, their creator, the mother of the curse that chains them all.
- Shadowcraft: She does not manipulate shadows—she is the darkness, her form able to dissolve into pure void.
- Blood Dominion: She can command those of her lineage, bending their wills with little more than a whisper, their bodies betraying them even as they fight against her hold. Nikolai, as powerful as he is, is not exempt.
- Memory Tethering: Morrwyn is not easily forgotten. Those who encounter her find her presence lingering in their minds, warping their dreams, poisoning their thoughts. For Nikolai, this means that even when he is away from her, he is never truly free.
- Predator’s Call: Her voice alone can halt a heartbeat, paralysing prey in their tracks. She uses this to summon her creations, to call them home when they wander too far.
She has spent centuries eliminating knowledge of the Ail’thain, ensuring that they remain whispers, myths, stories meant to scare children. She does not tolerate loose ends.
And now, Nikolai has found something that should not exist.
A girl who unleashes nightmares.
And Morrwyn will want her.
Not to kill. Not yet.
She will want to see this creature for herself. To break her, to shape her, to decide whether she is something to be used, or something to be destroyed.
Threads
https://chroniclesrp.net/threads/the-price-of-defiance.6231/page-4#post-173787
