mortdane

[mortdane]

⸻ ❝ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 .

deep within the arlathan forests reside a homestead of elven farmers. tending to their cattle, their crops and their own kin. one among their flock bore a sickening fascination of the deceased. interested in the way animal anatomy decomposed depending on the seasonal elements. driven by morbid curiosity, the aforementioned soul lingered his presence around cadavers. one would certainly notice an oddity like he rummaging through the insides of a nug or halla simply to study them. or place said corpses in picturesque and decorative positions amidst a bed of flowers, where under the canopy speckles of sunlight dimple his lifeless muse. rumors of this elf's eccentricities spread throughout the forest, inevitably into the ears outside its region. tales of a taxidermist who preserves animal organs certainly piqued the interest of one rogue mortalitasi. once they've crossed paths, a journey inlaid with teachings of necromancy, utilizing the black arts of magic. what was taboo to his family mortice already accepted; perceiving himself equally as ostracized by how prejudice quickly sways one's opinion on such matters. his betrothed's expressing concern fell upon deaf ears, their letter correspondence gradually ceased altogether. unbeknownst to him, this would be the final words etched upon tattered parchment he will receive. the mortalitasi yearned for power. sought for an army; pawns to be used as a means to their end. they know of weak, harmless prey easily accessible. it only required a naive mortice to act as a lure for the bait. and as he reunites with his family, the mortalitasi's cordial veneer subsides, and offers them false promise of ' immortality '. an un-life. roaming the world as conscious dead. a choice they deprived mortice's family of having. before the death mage could siphon their souls, the novice taxidermist sprung into action, defending his family until he breathed his final breath. it took some time before he rises from the deep, eternal darkness, his mind was not his own. his autonomy encased in glass, confined to a barrier, a prison, conjured and manipulated by the mortalitasi's hand. carrying out the rogue necromancer's will without hesitation, without question. a taste for flesh need quenched, eternal hunger insatiable; familial blood stains his hands forevermore. the quest to empower their necrotic abilities inevitably attracted the attention of the mourn watch. a confrontation ensued, rifed with bloodshed, and in the end: one apprehended death mage. the strong tether on mortice's undead conscious severs. at a loss of purpose, of drive, having nowhere else to turn, he reluctantly inquiries about servitude under the mourn watch's banner.

⸻ ❝ 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 .

he still grieves over the loss of his family. the theme for his questline consists of helping mortice learn to cope with his undeath, & helping him heal from his forced familicide. he’s wracked with guilt in the form of self-deprecating language & physically curling inward in himself. like a ball, he closes himself off externally from offered assistance. He views his problems as a burden, akin to a box of his inner turmoil that he solely wishes to carry. No one deserves that burden. This is how Mortice views himself. Insignificant. Hes a zombie. A walking corpse. A common enemy in any media, they’re a common and indistinguishable rabble. Additionally there is the theme of isolation & ostracization. How people disregard and demean those of the unliving. How the common folk view undead as naught but ghastly concoctions of an “evil underworld”. How when despite being abused and manipulated by a necromancer, Mortice had no choice but to join a faction entirely comprised of necromancers. Out of fear that the social collective would attempt to either imprison or hang him. His hand is forced to join a group of people out of necessity to survive. Why? Because of the promise he made to his late wife. To live. Despite his distrust of the Mourn Watch, he needed protection from unjust persecution and imminent danger.

tl;dr undead elf was treated like a slave by the necromancer who raised him. necromancer died. now zombie man has nowhere else to turn. gets adopted by the mourn watch. help out zombie man find his purpose in the world. can you convince him that there's more to being undead, or is he forever trapped in his own nihilism? and will that aid him when an old face resurfaces.

⸻ ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

NAME : mortice ALIAS : morbid mortice, mundane mortice, moody mortice, mortimer (his name preceding his death), mopey mortice RENOWN : mournful ranger CLASS : rogue RACE : elf WEAPON : necrotic-enchanted bow, dagger & rapier FACTION : mourn watch AGE : 170 TEMPERAMENT : melancholic ALIGNMENT : true neutral LIKES : fresh meat, stuffing dead animals with fabric, skulls, candles, books, quiet, gardens DISLIKES : being touched, being complimented, personal space being invaded, undead prejudice

[mortdane]

just as a notice, this is a sideblog to @grellsaw ! hence why you will get a follow from there.

[mortdane]

❝ Are you gossiping about me ... ？❞

❝ only the nicest of things Faenethra and i are discussing . ❞ it is difficult to discern flippancy from honesty when his visage is bereft of emotions, a default state of being; inscrutably neutral, in choice conveyance and in body language

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 ⸻ @bloodtwin

[mortdane]

he doesn’t want to know why pussy is mentioned so openly…

[mortdane]

revenge is the best medicine !

❝ if that were the case, then why am i still dead ? ❞ his metaphysical quip carries an undertone of snark that is reflected in the tugged corner of painted lips.

𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ⸻ @viconic

[mortdane]

DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION | REPLAY ➤ The Fade

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 . ( a collection of horror - based dialogue prompts . adjust phrasing as necessary . mature themes present . )

you'll never get what you want .

we need to stay together . no 'splitting up' bullshit .

nobody ever prepared me for this .

so you've just been lying to me this entire time ?

there's too much blood , i can't stop it .

this is over when i say it's over .

[ name ] , be careful . i've already lost enough people that i care about .

i never should have trusted you .

this is getting really out of hand , okay ?

i feel like we're not alone .

revenge is the best medicine !

put your head on straight , this isn't over yet .

maybe we should ... y'know , check it out ?

run . run and don't stop .

i thought i saw something ... i - i must be going crazy .

you couldn't pay me to go down there .

the cops are on their way .

would you rather stay here and die ?!

there's no such thing as [ ghosts / demons ] . it's made-up .

you aren't going anywhere .

i'm putting you out of your misery .

i know you think you're untouchable , but they will kill us .

you shouldn't have touched that .

we aren't going to make it out of here , are we ?

why are you following me ?

there has to be a medical kit here , somewhere .

i'll go with you . strength in numbers , right ?

don't move ... a fucking muscle .

fuck , the door is locked from the other side .

don't get ... dead , okay ?

that was the only [ bullet / round / flare ] we had .

did you really think it would be that easy ?

we've come too far , we can't turn around now .

put down the [ weapon ] . please .

come on , help me barricade the door .

[ name ] , is that ... blood ?

haven't you seen a horror movie ? the blonde always dies .

it was you ? YOU did this ?!

you are gonna fucking pay .

i'm going to give you ten seconds . nine , eight ...

i want you to admit what you did .

hey , look at me -- it's not real . it's not real .

do you think they're watching us right now ?

we're in this together . no one gets left behind .

let them go ... please , just let them go .

oh my god , what the hell was that ?!

you know i'm capable of this .

i had to ... i had no choice .

you don't have the guts .

this is fucked up , this is so fucked up .

what we're dealing with isn't even human .

you need to hide . find somewhere & don't come out .

stop ! don't touch that . we don't know what it is .

i've done bad things to good people .

if they catch us , they will kill us .

why are you covered in blood ?

i can't ... i can't feel my -

[ name ] is dead . i saw it happen .

what , you're gonna kill me ? i don't believe you .

there is an evil in you . i see it .

this shit only happens to people in horror movies .

forget about me , just save them .

what's one reason i shouldn't kill you right now ?

you aren't supposed to be here .

please don't . i'm begging you .

are you scared ?

whatever happens , don't let go of my hand .

[ name ] , this isn't you .

well , what the fuck are we supposed to do ?!

get out of my house before i call the cops .

you're going to regret that .

there's that smile ... i'm glad it's the last thing i'll see .

if we make it out of here , tonight will haunt me forever .

[mortdane]

would u let this guy be in ur party

[mortdane]

❝ i do not believe that will work. ❞ he says simply. affixing eyes upon the drawing of a skull. an appreciative hum escapes painted lips. both hands rest upon each hip respectively.

❝ if you too are a dangerous entity, there is a chance one of our inner demons will be at each other's throats. ❞ he states matter-of-fact, expressing stoic composure.

𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠 。。。

             latest grave robbed: prompts for people who aren't used to kindness 。

@mortdane ⸻ ❝ people around me don't last very long. ❞

             ❝ MAKES TWO OF US, I guess, ❞ Puck mutters glumly, resting his chin on his knees as he drags his finger in the dirt. He draws a crude sketch of a skull with angry eyebrows above its empty sockets.

Then he glances up with a new, potentially naive, thought & a small smile that tugs at his mouth. ❝ Hey, maybe that means we'll cancel each other out. ❞

[mortdane]

don't worry. i'll still be here to talk if you need me.

❝ sure. ❞ his answer a flat reverb, somewhat disinterested. ❝ and i'll provide riveting tales of my woes for your amusement. i should have brought a lute, played a few melancholic notes. ❞ he ceases, feeling his point is made abundantly clear. arms cross over his chest, canting his head to one side; emeralds knowingly stare at them, predicting their reaction.

𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 ⸻ @harpersoath

[mortdane]

"thank you. don't ever do that again."

❝ . . . sure. ❞ outstretched palms carefully retract in tandem to natural magics disspelling. their silhouette no longer enveloped in tranquil jade. a stark contrast to his necrotic aura. still, it is never without consequences of borrowing from the god of life, having suppressed urges to recoil from the burning sensations coursing through his veins. it is a necessity, for they must survive.

❝ it will not be for another hour that i can remedy your wounds. try dodging next time. ❞ he pointedly advises.

𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 ⸻ @alurlssrinbled

[mortdane]

i'm surprised you're still here.

❝ i'm surprised, too. ❞ confusion marinates ghastly tongue, coupled with consternation breathing life unto commonly adorned neutral visage; skeptically lofting one brow, emerald hues inspect their person searchingly, analyzing body language for discernible dubious intent hidden beneath presumed portrayed cordial surface.

subliminal dubiety in his remark is evident, articulated in the way he purposely steps aback to subtly re-affirm personal distance between them both.

❝ it is not as if i am hindering you of anything more significant. ❞ he casually adds, minimizing his own value. an off-handed way to encourage their departure away elsewhere.

𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 ⸻ @bloodtwin

[mortdane]

"I'M GOING TO SAVE YOUR LIFE" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue for near-death scenarios and the dramatic conversations that follow, adjust as necessary

just stay with me, hold on!

we're gonna get you out of here!

stay awake for me, [name]!

look at me! keep your eyes fixed on me!

you're not gonna die here. not on my watch.

it's not over! not yet!

what if i take your place?

let me get you out of here.

squeeze my hand if it hurts.

i'll patch this up for you and we'll be on our way.

i'm not leaving you to die.

if you risk your life for me, i'm coming to get you.

i'll get you out of there one way or another.

don't say that. there's still hope.

this is not your time to die.

you promised me forever.

i came to save your life.

i just risked everything to find you.

you still owe me a drink, remember?

they've got you all wrong.

i'll find a way to free you.

anything you can tell me to help get you out of here?

don't start speaking like that. you're not going to die.

it's gonna be close, but we'll make it.

i thought i lost you.

wait until they see you're alive.

told you i'd come looking for you.

when you didn't show up, i started to worry.

they can't hold you in here without a reason.

they want to execute you?!

i'll get you out of here before the sun rises.

they can't take you away from me.

please don't cry. this isn't the end.

don't give up on me just yet.

i have a plan to get you out of here.

sit tight and wait for my signal.

stay right there! i'll get help!

you've lost a lot of blood, but i'm gonna fix you right up.

this is not how you're meant to die.

you have so much life left to live.

you promised me you'd stay alive.

i thought i told you to be careful!

this is what happens when you don't listen to me.

whatever happens, just know that i love you.

maybe i can take your place.

wrap your arms around me just like that.

i'll carry you out of this mess.

just a few more steps.

take some deep breaths for me.

the doctors are coming. just hang on.

[mortdane]

DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD PROMPTS PT 3 *  assorted dialogue from the third and fourth hour of the video game

my information was accurate.

now you realize the danger is real.

you are asking for knowledge no mortal in this world is privy to.

i need to know what makes you the right person to lead the fight.

i stopped you, didn't i?

i find a way to get the job done, whatever it takes.

how do we stop them from doing it?

that will give you time.

i gave no orders. all i offer are suggestions.

i... regret what happened.

you've gotta take point on this.

i can't do what you do.

i've barely been holding it together in the short time you've been out.

you just need to get it done.

remember when we first met?

you did most of the work.

you've got a knack for finding your way through the wildest shit i've ever seen, with a plan no one expects.

don't worry. i'll still be here to talk if you need me.

how are you feeling about it?

it doesn't matter how i feel about it.

you made a decision with the best information you had. sometimes you do that, and people end up hurt. or worse.

a good leader isn't someone who never makes mistakes. it's someone who admits when they make one.

not everyone was happy about my decision.

i wish i could be out there with you, [name].

you're here for leads.

who do we hire to fight that?

i've heard of you.

we don't even know what we lost.

you're busy. i shouldn't interrupt.

what's important is that you're happy.

if we forgot something so important, what else did we forget?

i don't expect you to have an answer.

thanks for letting me babble.

we're short on options.

i cannot protect you.

we can talk business when we arrive.

one day, i will see a knife through every would-be tyrant's throat.

sounds like there's more to it.

what i say doesn't leave this room.

you didn't think to tell me?

well, we're not going that way.

i can't believe all this is underwater.

we're looking for a killer.

who are you? who sent you?

they can use it to control me.

in return, i want help killing some things.

this is what success looks like.

we got your target.

the job's done.

we clearly have things to discuss... somewhere else.

i'm ready to get out of this place.

i don't need time. i need a target.

you just got here and already you want to leave again?

how do you get rid of them?

what's everyone talking about?

that can't be the only solution.

you're bleeding.

i know things have been complicated, but i'm glad you're here.

i owe you a debt.

[mortdane]

PROMPTS FOR PEOPLE WHO AREN'T USED TO KINDNESS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

what are you doing?

i can handle that myself, you know.

you didn't have to go out of your way to take care of me.

i'm not used to this. this caring thing.

thank you. don't ever do that again.

i thought you hated me, to be honest.

i didn't ask you to love me!

no one's ever actually just... sat down and listened to me.

i didn't think people like you existed.

is this normal for you? going out of your way like this?

i told you i had it handled. you didn't have to bother.

i... should probably thank you for that.

i don't know what to say. this has never happened before.

wait, that's mine. you fixed it?

you did all of this... for me?

that was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me.

i'm kinda at a loss for words.

i wasn't expecting this from you.

you did all this for me?

i had it under control.

when did this happen?

how long were you planning this?

i'm not sure what to say. i'm not used to this.

i owe you one.

that was... very kind of you. thank you.

i'm just not used to people going out of their way to help me.

usually people just look the other way, but you actually care.

this is weird. is this what caring about someone feels like?

i could have handled it.

this must have taken you forever to arrange. and you did it all for me?

it would be easier in the long run if we went our separate ways.

i hate being in other peoples' debts.

i didn't want this to happen.

people around me don't last very long.

i feel like i'm screaming and screaming and no one hears me.

i'm in your debt.

how did you find that? i lost that ages ago.

you actually... listened to me?

no one's ever paid attention.

no one's ever put that much time in effort into something for me.

when did i say that?

i didn't ask you to care about me!

i'm easily missed. people don't pay attention to me.

i'm invisible most of the time.

it's easier for people to look the other way.

do you do this often? help people?

i'm surprised you're still here.

if you're expecting something in return, forget about it.

you came back?

why do you care about me so much?

i'm a lost cause. you should just forget about me.

what's the use? there's no point.

i don't even celebrate my birthday. no one cares.

you can't just make someone care about you.

i thought you left.

what is it about me that has you so worked up?

you're making a big deal out of nothing.

thanks for patching me up.

you... brought this here for me?

but i didn't ask for this! i didn't ask for any of this!

stop smiling at me like that.

[mortdane]

               【  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝐞𝐧𝐝 】

[mortdane]

⸻ ❝ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬,

Name: Mundane Mortice

OC Type (Tav, Custom Durge, General OC): Tav

Pronouns: Masculine

Gender: Male

Age: 200+

Height: 6’2”

Body: mesomorphic

Temperament: melancholic

Race: Undead wood elf

Class: Necromancer Druid

Orientation: Homosexual

Appearance: Short black hair with bright green bangs partially covering his left eye, lean physique, wiry arms, freckled visage, adorns himself in black robes embroidered with gold decorations. Bears an ivory complexion. Black scleras house bright green irises. Twisting vines, originating from his neck's nape, spiral up under his jaw, diverting paths to outline the contours of his face and up his temples.

General Personality: He is blissfully obedient, apathetic, cynical, deadpan; has a dry sense of humor. Straightforward, despondent, blunt, and willfully ignorant. He’s the comic relief character embodying gallow’s humor.

⸻ ❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫,

— in undying service to his master, a bloodied field of leaves and twigs illustrate chaotic scenery, carnage wrought upon by their former disciple of nature. stone tribute marred by deep scratches, living quarters ransacked savagely. tranquil no longer were his branches, forevermore stained in the blood of fallen cohorts. familiars’ morsel decorate once unblemished soil; families lacerated from head, to toe. — soulless gazes and sunken features haunt his ever waking nightmare, plaguing his sense of reality with tangible delusions. an ordinary creature that aimlessly moves in a muddied mire, seeking purpose. — frenzied when famished, cryptic when cynical; cold when composed, and reserved when responding. mortice is a myriad of descriptors depending on whom you asked. all opinions chiefly relay a “mundanity about [him]”. — engrossing himself in trivial affairs of the dead, whereas some oft noticed interactions with the living resulted in self-deprecating remarks. reminded of his prior status as one necromancer’s servant, hence all he’ll ever be. an author’s past novel dredged up becomes his staple label. — there on his present conundrum arises: forced tadpole insertion via ocular region. ceremorphosis inevitable, mortice begrudgingly accepts his fate. Unfortunately, his newfound company did not. — dragging his feet along their journey, his help at camp is seldom at best. operating under the assumption his skills are needed solely for surgical procedures, or for medicinal care. in social situations, mortice will interject with dark witticism during serious discussions, be they concerning morality, philosophy or society. showing a disturbed sense of humor. — between the finality of his village’s existence, and his abduction aboard the mindflayer ship, he, and a small sect of Druids, orchestrated the Forgotton Grove, wherein they ensure there is sufficient death than life so that balance may be achieved within the natural world. He proclaimed himself Archdruid. — he fancies the simple things in life. extravagant parties are not his forte, nor are luscious gifts or satin silk. yet indiscernible are these preferences when one looks upon his Druidic regalia—a physical antithesis to his laidback lifestyle and nonchalant demeanor. — wiry arms covered by leaf-studded epaulets and vambraces, kept always to each side respectively. shoulders slump in perpetual slouch, coupling his hunched frame. head naturally cants to one side. when upright, he stands at six-foot four-inches. pale complexion compliments dark cosmetics surrounding a lake of glossy ebon scleras; harboring bright green pupils that stare blankly at naught. bags underline tired eyes.