Indiana
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- Age: 6 years old
- Birthday: April 6th
- Species: Morwin
- Gender: Male
- Family: Sold
- Height: 5'5
- Hair: Light Maroon
- Eyes: Grey
- Piercing: None
- Sexuality: Unknown
- Master: None
- Personality: Innocent, rebelious, feisty, quirky, trickster.
Likes: The elderly, baking, flowers (especially tulips), sunsets, cookies.
Dislikes: People (Greedy and pushy people especially), most vegetables, |
Abilities: Elemental power over water, Ability to create a force field.
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Background Story:
Chapter 1:
In the small town of Nambroth there lived a woman of unusual powers named Phaesyle. She lived on the outskirts of the town. The people of Nambroth were afraid of her and the powers she was said to possess. People stayed away from her and her home and when she did come into town they were sure to give her ample space. Not wanting to be too close to her, cursed with the fear of the unknown like most humans, they were afraid to become cursed by her. This made going into town for goods or trading purposes rather hard. No one would want to sell to her and no one would want to buy from her. She was a beautiful woman with wavy aburn red hair and grey eyes, she stood out in the crowd. When she was in desperate need of goods she could go to the next town which was a days walk from her. It was so much trouble and it took two full days to go there and back. She needed an easier way to go about things. She came up with a brilliant idea, she would create something that could do these things for her, she would create a servant.
There was a forest just beyond the outskirts of the town, not many people ventured into, it was said to be the home of demons and spirits. One night she ventured out into the forest to look for inspiration. The restless noises of the forest did not bother her, she made her way through the darkness until she came upon a cave. Without fear she continued to walk with only a lantern to guide her way. She walked for what seemed like forever until she felt water against her feet, flowing water must have been ahead. With one hand against the wall she walked until she saw an opening. What seemed like a magical wonderland was before her. Hundreds of feet above her was a small hole in the ceiling where the moon light flowed in, reflecting off the water and crystals hidden in the stream. The light reflected off the water on the walls and the crystals that adorned the walls. It was beautiful. Fish that resembled the Japanese Koi Fish swam in the stream and pond around the crystals and they seemed to glow. Upon closer inspection they too had shards of crystal lacing their scales and fins. This was a place of magic she thought as she looked around.
There was a round patch of grass and flowers in the middle of the pond. There were these smooth stepping stones that seemed to come up from the earth from where she stood on the rocky cave to the little island. She made her way across and sat on the grass in the moon light looking around at the fish coming up from the water to greet her. Her hand lay on a rock that she picked up. It was a normal rock, it had the same greyish blue color as the walls of the cave. It was very light for a rock, as if it was hollow, she wanted to know what was inside. She pressed her finger against the rock and recited a spell, a small crack formed in the rock and continued to grow until it cracked in half. Inside were crystals growing inside. She looked at them with the moon shinning on them and was captured by their beauty. She looked down at the crystals in the water that some seemed to hold a blue color and others a purple then some were clear. The ones in her hand had a purple hue to them when they glistened. She smiled and put the two halves in her bag along with another rock. She sat there for the rest of the night running her hands in the water and speaking to the fish. She had found heaven.
Chapter 2:
Early the next morning with the light from the sun to guide her she made her way from the cave back to her home with the two rocks in her bag. She spent the rest of the morning reading book after book, searching for the right spells and potions. After two days of searching through books, taking notes, and venturing into town for supplies she was finally ready. Everything she needed was laid on the table and she placed half of one rock on the table, the first one she had cracked open, the one with the purple hue to the crystals. Her potion was ready and she held it over the cracked open rock with the crystals face up. She poured the clear liquid into it and began to speak in a foreign tongue. A flash of light and smoke and she took a step back covering her eyes from the light. As the smoke started to clear and her eye sight adjusted she looked at what sat on the table and a devious smile crept onto her lips. She had been successful.
The creature sitting on the table was covered in fur. It was white fur with some purple and black markings. The ears were fanned out and almost resembeled wings. It also had two sets of wings, one set protruding from its shoulder blades and the other resting on its hips. Its hands were like that of humans and its feet had a bit of longer hair coming down from the knee to the ankle. It had a set of horns on its head like a ram. There were small circular crystals on the wings and horns and under its eyes. It had a large poof of fur around its neck and its tail was long like a horse with flowing hair coming off the end. It had human facial features and light purple hair with bright purple eyes. It made a small chirping sound as it sat there looking at her. She had created the perfect being. She repeated the spells again on the second rock she had collected and the new creature took on the same colors from the crystal he had been spawned from, dark blue in color and a male instead of a female.
Through the next few days she watched them and learned about them. She had instilled many things in them and it had seemed to have worked. They were innocent, loyal, naive, kind, curious, and more. The only thing she didn't control was their personalities, she was sure they could develop them on their own. She wanted companions not robots. And that's what she got. She was weak now, having used most of her powers to create them, she put her own life essence into them. They were the perfect creations. They could shape shift from human form to animal form and to their original furry human form. They ran her errands in town and she taught them to speak English so they could talk to the people. They treated her like she was their mother and she came to love them dearly. She named the male Morwin, after her lost lover and the female Ecodria. The one thing she did not count on whens he made them was their ability to take after her, having put her own life essence into them, it was as if she had given birth to them. In a way she had, they inherited her special abilities, her powers. Except they didn't have to say a spell or chant anything special, their abilities came naturally.
Chapter 3:
Centuries have passed since the day the sorceress Phaesyle created the species that is now called Morwin's. History says Phaesyle had become extremely weak after creating Morwin and Ecodria. Other sorcerers and sorceress had heard about and seen her creations and they wanted them for themselves. With each attempt at stealing them the pair protected their master with force fields and counter attacks. But Phaesyle knew it could only last for so long. One night she fitted the two with hooded capes and told them to run and not come back. Morwin took Ecodria and they ran that night, they ran into the forest and as Ecodria looked back she could see the flames catching fire to their home. Phaesyle died that night protecting her creations, her children. Eventually the two had to stop running and when they did they took refuge in a small town that reminded them of home. It wasn't long before a demon by the name of Leigoven came across them and gave them somewhere to live.
It was said that Ecodria and Morwin, the original two of the species had mated and had one offspring. After Ecodria and Mowrin had passed leaving behind five offspring Leigoven named the species after Morwin and everything took off from there. Morwin were a very rare and expensive and only those who could afford them could be privilege to own one. The Morwin breed like humans for the most part and can only have one to two children per pregnancy. They are the most sought after type of servant and Morwin breeder came about to satisfy the demand of the species. It is very hard for a breeder because the Morwin were originally made to serve their masters not to breed continuously. Many of them can be infertile and are of no use to a breeder. Through the years the Morwin have kept most of their traits but some of their personalities have changed, darker Morwins are called "rejects" these are usually dark in color unlike the usual white ones. These Morwin are harder to control and are very rebellious. There is sometimes one "reject" to every ten normal Morwin, they are extremely un-common.
Chapter 4:
Morwin breeders are often hard to come by or even find. They rarely have outsiders visit their breeding farms due to the rarity of the breed and fear of them being stolen. They work with underground markets that are kept out of the public eye and sold to those who can afford them. Even with all the money in the world one might not be able to obtain a Morwin. Their low breeding numbers, numbers of infertile Morwins, along with the amount of "rejects" and "defective" Morwins making them a even more sought after comodity. Indiana was born a reject in a litter of four pups. Born with black fur and automatically and outcast not to mention he was born with an abnormal tail his breeder not wanting to waste his time had plans to kill him. Not out of malice but this was just the business no one would buy a reject it was just how the market was.
His mother unable to handle the thought of another of her pups dying at the hands of a breeder just because he was what humans called a reject she picked him up that night and gave him to her mate. His wings carried him into town where he had been so many times as he held the crying pup in his arms. He found an old woman who ran one of the shops closing up. A widow that had long lost her husband but opened his shop every day and closed it every night to keep his dream alive. He pleaded with her to take the pup and with no children of her own she kindly agreed and named him Indiana. He promised to come and visit but he never did, the breeder having cracked down on their coming and goings, just because they got attached to a pup didn't mean they could give them away for free to just any person.
The old woman loved and cared for the little Morwin even as it grew with a rebellious streak. Indiana did not have the blind faith the rest of his kin did, he asked questions and refused to do things, threw tantrums when he didn't get his way, just like a human child. But he was just as loyal as any other Morwin to his master and he loved her just as much as she loved him. He spent most of his time in human form, she was afraid someone would come and take him from her if he held any other form in public. He helped her in the shop from an early age, a small little bakery. He had excellent baking skills and actually brought more business than before, cooking in the back out of sight from prying eyes. But as the years went by the old woman's health only decreased. But he was by her side until the day she died.
Chapter 5:
In her will she left him everything. She wrote him a note only for his eyes that thanked him for making the last few years of her life the happiest she had felt in a long time. She knew her health was fading and in that time she was able to leave him everything. She wanted him to sell the business but thanked him for making her husbands dream live just a little bit longer. She instructed him to take the money from the business and to just live out his life in peace in the home they had shared together. Perhaps it was his rebellious nature but he refused to sell the business and instead kept it alive. Many people would come in to try and propose a deal, he could be their Morwin, what an idea. He turned them down each and every time.
He belonged to no one now and he was his own 'man'. He trusted no one and refused to let people in, shutting the rest of the world out. Every month he visited the cemetary and brought the old woman who saved his life flowers. Forever in debt to her he promised to visit her every month for the rest of his life and to keep the business going as long as he could.
In the small town of Nambroth there lived a woman of unusual powers named Phaesyle. She lived on the outskirts of the town. The people of Nambroth were afraid of her and the powers she was said to possess. People stayed away from her and her home and when she did come into town they were sure to give her ample space. Not wanting to be too close to her, cursed with the fear of the unknown like most humans, they were afraid to become cursed by her. This made going into town for goods or trading purposes rather hard. No one would want to sell to her and no one would want to buy from her. She was a beautiful woman with wavy aburn red hair and grey eyes, she stood out in the crowd. When she was in desperate need of goods she could go to the next town which was a days walk from her. It was so much trouble and it took two full days to go there and back. She needed an easier way to go about things. She came up with a brilliant idea, she would create something that could do these things for her, she would create a servant.
There was a forest just beyond the outskirts of the town, not many people ventured into, it was said to be the home of demons and spirits. One night she ventured out into the forest to look for inspiration. The restless noises of the forest did not bother her, she made her way through the darkness until she came upon a cave. Without fear she continued to walk with only a lantern to guide her way. She walked for what seemed like forever until she felt water against her feet, flowing water must have been ahead. With one hand against the wall she walked until she saw an opening. What seemed like a magical wonderland was before her. Hundreds of feet above her was a small hole in the ceiling where the moon light flowed in, reflecting off the water and crystals hidden in the stream. The light reflected off the water on the walls and the crystals that adorned the walls. It was beautiful. Fish that resembled the Japanese Koi Fish swam in the stream and pond around the crystals and they seemed to glow. Upon closer inspection they too had shards of crystal lacing their scales and fins. This was a place of magic she thought as she looked around.
There was a round patch of grass and flowers in the middle of the pond. There were these smooth stepping stones that seemed to come up from the earth from where she stood on the rocky cave to the little island. She made her way across and sat on the grass in the moon light looking around at the fish coming up from the water to greet her. Her hand lay on a rock that she picked up. It was a normal rock, it had the same greyish blue color as the walls of the cave. It was very light for a rock, as if it was hollow, she wanted to know what was inside. She pressed her finger against the rock and recited a spell, a small crack formed in the rock and continued to grow until it cracked in half. Inside were crystals growing inside. She looked at them with the moon shinning on them and was captured by their beauty. She looked down at the crystals in the water that some seemed to hold a blue color and others a purple then some were clear. The ones in her hand had a purple hue to them when they glistened. She smiled and put the two halves in her bag along with another rock. She sat there for the rest of the night running her hands in the water and speaking to the fish. She had found heaven.
Chapter 2:
Early the next morning with the light from the sun to guide her she made her way from the cave back to her home with the two rocks in her bag. She spent the rest of the morning reading book after book, searching for the right spells and potions. After two days of searching through books, taking notes, and venturing into town for supplies she was finally ready. Everything she needed was laid on the table and she placed half of one rock on the table, the first one she had cracked open, the one with the purple hue to the crystals. Her potion was ready and she held it over the cracked open rock with the crystals face up. She poured the clear liquid into it and began to speak in a foreign tongue. A flash of light and smoke and she took a step back covering her eyes from the light. As the smoke started to clear and her eye sight adjusted she looked at what sat on the table and a devious smile crept onto her lips. She had been successful.
The creature sitting on the table was covered in fur. It was white fur with some purple and black markings. The ears were fanned out and almost resembeled wings. It also had two sets of wings, one set protruding from its shoulder blades and the other resting on its hips. Its hands were like that of humans and its feet had a bit of longer hair coming down from the knee to the ankle. It had a set of horns on its head like a ram. There were small circular crystals on the wings and horns and under its eyes. It had a large poof of fur around its neck and its tail was long like a horse with flowing hair coming off the end. It had human facial features and light purple hair with bright purple eyes. It made a small chirping sound as it sat there looking at her. She had created the perfect being. She repeated the spells again on the second rock she had collected and the new creature took on the same colors from the crystal he had been spawned from, dark blue in color and a male instead of a female.
Through the next few days she watched them and learned about them. She had instilled many things in them and it had seemed to have worked. They were innocent, loyal, naive, kind, curious, and more. The only thing she didn't control was their personalities, she was sure they could develop them on their own. She wanted companions not robots. And that's what she got. She was weak now, having used most of her powers to create them, she put her own life essence into them. They were the perfect creations. They could shape shift from human form to animal form and to their original furry human form. They ran her errands in town and she taught them to speak English so they could talk to the people. They treated her like she was their mother and she came to love them dearly. She named the male Morwin, after her lost lover and the female Ecodria. The one thing she did not count on whens he made them was their ability to take after her, having put her own life essence into them, it was as if she had given birth to them. In a way she had, they inherited her special abilities, her powers. Except they didn't have to say a spell or chant anything special, their abilities came naturally.
Chapter 3:
Centuries have passed since the day the sorceress Phaesyle created the species that is now called Morwin's. History says Phaesyle had become extremely weak after creating Morwin and Ecodria. Other sorcerers and sorceress had heard about and seen her creations and they wanted them for themselves. With each attempt at stealing them the pair protected their master with force fields and counter attacks. But Phaesyle knew it could only last for so long. One night she fitted the two with hooded capes and told them to run and not come back. Morwin took Ecodria and they ran that night, they ran into the forest and as Ecodria looked back she could see the flames catching fire to their home. Phaesyle died that night protecting her creations, her children. Eventually the two had to stop running and when they did they took refuge in a small town that reminded them of home. It wasn't long before a demon by the name of Leigoven came across them and gave them somewhere to live.
It was said that Ecodria and Morwin, the original two of the species had mated and had one offspring. After Ecodria and Mowrin had passed leaving behind five offspring Leigoven named the species after Morwin and everything took off from there. Morwin were a very rare and expensive and only those who could afford them could be privilege to own one. The Morwin breed like humans for the most part and can only have one to two children per pregnancy. They are the most sought after type of servant and Morwin breeder came about to satisfy the demand of the species. It is very hard for a breeder because the Morwin were originally made to serve their masters not to breed continuously. Many of them can be infertile and are of no use to a breeder. Through the years the Morwin have kept most of their traits but some of their personalities have changed, darker Morwins are called "rejects" these are usually dark in color unlike the usual white ones. These Morwin are harder to control and are very rebellious. There is sometimes one "reject" to every ten normal Morwin, they are extremely un-common.
Chapter 4:
Morwin breeders are often hard to come by or even find. They rarely have outsiders visit their breeding farms due to the rarity of the breed and fear of them being stolen. They work with underground markets that are kept out of the public eye and sold to those who can afford them. Even with all the money in the world one might not be able to obtain a Morwin. Their low breeding numbers, numbers of infertile Morwins, along with the amount of "rejects" and "defective" Morwins making them a even more sought after comodity. Indiana was born a reject in a litter of four pups. Born with black fur and automatically and outcast not to mention he was born with an abnormal tail his breeder not wanting to waste his time had plans to kill him. Not out of malice but this was just the business no one would buy a reject it was just how the market was.
His mother unable to handle the thought of another of her pups dying at the hands of a breeder just because he was what humans called a reject she picked him up that night and gave him to her mate. His wings carried him into town where he had been so many times as he held the crying pup in his arms. He found an old woman who ran one of the shops closing up. A widow that had long lost her husband but opened his shop every day and closed it every night to keep his dream alive. He pleaded with her to take the pup and with no children of her own she kindly agreed and named him Indiana. He promised to come and visit but he never did, the breeder having cracked down on their coming and goings, just because they got attached to a pup didn't mean they could give them away for free to just any person.
The old woman loved and cared for the little Morwin even as it grew with a rebellious streak. Indiana did not have the blind faith the rest of his kin did, he asked questions and refused to do things, threw tantrums when he didn't get his way, just like a human child. But he was just as loyal as any other Morwin to his master and he loved her just as much as she loved him. He spent most of his time in human form, she was afraid someone would come and take him from her if he held any other form in public. He helped her in the shop from an early age, a small little bakery. He had excellent baking skills and actually brought more business than before, cooking in the back out of sight from prying eyes. But as the years went by the old woman's health only decreased. But he was by her side until the day she died.
Chapter 5:
In her will she left him everything. She wrote him a note only for his eyes that thanked him for making the last few years of her life the happiest she had felt in a long time. She knew her health was fading and in that time she was able to leave him everything. She wanted him to sell the business but thanked him for making her husbands dream live just a little bit longer. She instructed him to take the money from the business and to just live out his life in peace in the home they had shared together. Perhaps it was his rebellious nature but he refused to sell the business and instead kept it alive. Many people would come in to try and propose a deal, he could be their Morwin, what an idea. He turned them down each and every time.
He belonged to no one now and he was his own 'man'. He trusted no one and refused to let people in, shutting the rest of the world out. Every month he visited the cemetary and brought the old woman who saved his life flowers. Forever in debt to her he promised to visit her every month for the rest of his life and to keep the business going as long as he could.