Athalia doesn’t like clowns
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25 – Mortas
Backstory: Though he started off as a street clown, Mortas has always been extremely ambitious. After a disguised Hypogean gave him a gold coin to see if he would hone his potential, he didn't disappoint. The very next day he left the city for the capital and became an actor. Mortas never stopped at anything to forward his career, whether it was training his act until late at night or poisoning his rivals, he always got what he wanted. With the Hypogean watching. Eventually, Mortas caught the attention of the kingdom's second prince and was given the job of a court jester. It wasn't that he was satisfied with that but there wasn't really where else to move. That is, until the prince's son fell sick. Promising to fulfill any wish to whoever can save his son from death, the prince hoped to find a cure soon. The Hypogean, seeing his chance, secretly placed a scroll on Mortas' bed when he was out. Mortas took the bait, hurrying to the prince and reading the scroll to the child, only for the child to turn into a Graveborn. Technically, he did save him from death, but instead of getting a wish, Mortas was thrown in jail. The Hypogean then made sure to prob the jailors in the right way so that Mortas would be treated with exceptional cruelty, tortured in every conceivable way. Finally, the Hypogean made their move, offering Mortas their power so that he could carry out his revenge. Once all his enemies were dead, Mortas' soul would belong to the Hypogean. Mortas agreed and since then could wield power beyond his wildest dreams. He went over and beyond with his revenge, bewitching the prince to start a coup, taking down the whole royal family, dealt with every person who has ever wronged him, and finally, he was facing the last of his enemies, an exceptionally cruel jailor. But instead of killing him right away, Mortas pulled out a familiar scroll, and before the Hypogean could make a move, he turned the jailor into a Graveborn. As Graveborns escape death, his last enemy would never truly die, and Mortas would keep the power as well as his soul forever.
Class: Support
Personal opinion: Okay so Mortas is super freaking cool! Literally EVERYTHING about this guy is just so amazing! His design is a mix of a nightmare clown and shady drug dealer, his voice is do damn weasel-like I just love it so much, his lines are so indescribably fun because of how clearly he's always in control, and his backstory is just top-tier awesome. This dude cheated the devil and won and he's used the devil's own trick to boast! And he's such a fantastic support too! The trial period I had him for made the game so easy for a good while! Hhh- he's probably my favorite story and my second favorite Hypogean.
Headcanon: Even now when he doesn't have to eat and stuff, he still enjoys large luxurious banquets. For him, it's like a reminder he never has to return to poverty again. I already mentioned this with Mezoth but I think the two of them get along really well over their shared love for good food and I think Mortas also gets some ego boost from seeing someone who succumbed to Hypogean possession where he managed to come out on top instead.
Here is a concept for a design I had on Patreon that I finally got around to finishing! This is Mortas, a sort of vampiric lich. He's been around so long that he has become skeletal, and resides in his palace that has sunken into the ground over the years. He used to be a bloodthirsty and cruel figure of authority, but has become mellowed out from so many years of seclusion.
minhas pessoas favoritas estão mortas; nem todas enterradas, algumas caminham por aí com um olhar vago e tão frio, que nem todo o calor de todos os infernos já imaginados e escritos poderiam aquecer.
minhas pessoas favoritas morreram pra mim. em mim.
É mais comum do que você imagina; pessoas mortas que ainda respiram. É o cumulo da ironia.
Pê.
Quando perdi a primeira pessoa, aquela ideia de eternidade deixou de existir, eu entendi que lágrimas não mudam nada.
Vomitei Borboletas Mortas