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Mortuarium
Legacy Name: Mortuarium

The

Nightmare Rreign
Owner:

PookaWitch

Age: 13 years, 4 months, 3 weeks

Born: November 29th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: November 29th, 2010

Statistics

Level: 36
Strength: 17
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 11
Books Read: 10
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Graveyard Shift Errand Runner

.: the Crypt Dragon :.
Dispassionate | Morbid | Scholarly

Name Meaning: Mortuary in Latin
Pronunciation: mawr-choo-er-ee-uhm
Nicknames: Mort
Species: Nightmare Rrein (crypt dragon)
Race: European
Class: Cleric, Dispassionate Watcher of Chronepsis
Deity: Chronepsis
Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Age: Old
Scales: dark grey and olive green
Eyes: glowing green
Forms: Dragon (quad)
Breath Weapon: a cone of flesh rotting gas
Powers: draconic abilities, very high level clerical spells (death and knowledge domains)

Mate: none (and is not looking)
Hatchlings: None
Parents: ancient history (may still exist)
Siblings: old news (may still exist)

Build: quad
Height: 10 ft at the shoulder
Weight: approx 20,000 lbs
Wingspan: 70 ft
Length: 16 ft (35 ft body from nose to tail tip)
Tail Length: 19 ft

Likes: thanatology, Chronepsis, crypts, catacombs, silence, rotten flesh, carrion birds

Dislikes: grave robbers, being called 'Morty', impatience, ignorance

.: Appearance :.
A large, western dragon with a dark grey body, olive green underbelly, stripes, claws and wings/frills. All of his leathery flaps and wings are tattered from age, previous battles and partially due to his species of dragon. His eyes are orbs of baleful green which glow mildly in dim light, often flaring brighter when things catch his attention or as a telltale of inspiration or thought coming to him (or occasionally irritation). Mort's head is very skull-like with pronounced cheek bones, sunken in eye sockets and nose. Both due to his diet and a natural scent he has a pungent reek of rot about him at all times.

.: Personality :.

Went down to the cemetery lookin' for love
Got there and my baby was buried
I had to dig her up
~Cemetery (the Headstones)

Mortuarium attempts to emulate his god Chronepsis by being as dispassionate and unemotional as possible. This is not a natural state of life for him but more a mentality gained by meditation and focus. He is nearly always calm, speaking in a monotone with his deep, cold voice. He is scholarly and is obsessed with death and thanatology that it is a near insanity. He enjoys teaching and is mildly pleased when a potential student approaches him. ('mildly due to his lack of emotion.) He can see and speak with ghosts and likes to hear their point of view of life, death and the afterlife.When it comes to others Mortuarium neither helps or hinders. He is a watcher and will not interfere with fate. He will not take sentient life not wishing to force a death before it's time, but he will not aid one who is dying either (hunting for meals is another story, although he prefers to scavenge carrion). One of the few times that Mortuarium's kinder sides shows through is in the presence of a creature that is dying or recently passed away. He becomes enamoured with the subject, nearly tender as he likes to comfort them and whisper passages of the beauty of death to ease their passage into the afterlife.Mortuarium can be valiant when it comes to protecting graves from thieves, and will attempt to protect the resting place of the dead with his own life if need be.
In the rare moments that Mortuarium's dispassionate mentality cracks his long held back emotions overflow and spill out like a gushing river through a breaking dam. It is a vicious circle because his loosing his control irritates him, which causes more emotion which irritates him further. Often these lapses are repaired by Mort's secluding himself away in burial catacombs for weeks to months so he can refocus and still his mind once again.

.: Physical Characteristics :.
(Mort is a type of D&D dragon that I created for a home rpg) Draconic senses, Mort can see in low light and complete darkness much farther and sharper then a human. His hearing and sense of smell is very keen, and his senses allow him to pinpoint where something is, even without sight (ie. blindsight). He has an immunity to disease, paralysation and sleep. Mort has a decent resistance to spells and physical damage.

(crypt dragon abilities)

He has a breath weapon that is a cone of flesh rotting gas. On dead flesh it makes decay set in quickly, but in living opponents it melts and destroys flesh. This can potentially cause permanent damage that only clerical magics can fix.

(clerical abilities) The typical draconic 'frightful presence' aura is replaced by a calming aura due to his being a priest of Chronepsis. A mystical draconic knowledge which allows him to focus to draw upon a deep well of knowledge. He can understand and speak any language (magically). He has a stunning rebuke that can temporarily stun a creature with in 100' At will Mortuarium can tell if a speaker is deliberately lying.

.: History :.

Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis
No-one move a muscle as the dead come home
~Nemesis (Shriekback)

Mortuarium was raised into a society of evil, necromancer, undead obsessed dragons. The oldest and most powerful became dracoliches, undead dragons, and ruled their lessors. Mortuarium was no different, callous and cruel with a love for undeath, murder and necromancy.It was one fateful day, which Mortiarium was in his prime that a party of young, idealistic paladins got in over their heads when they tried to smite Mortuarium. He had been ravaging the local villages, stealing the dead to eat or animate into undead slaves. It may have been fate that he had become so very overconfident, or perhaps the paladins were more prepared for the battle then the dragon realized. But the two sides nearly wiped each other out. As Mortuarium lay there, post battle, his lifeblood merging with the dark, graveyard soil around him, he watched the troupe of dead paladins and realized that they may not have completely destroyed him, but death itself was coming and he could do nothing to stop it. Death was going to do what many warriors before couldn't do, it would defeat him. It may have been the bloodloss, or his life flashing before his eyes, or even that moment of epiphany that one has before they die, but Mortuarium came to a realization... that death was the most potent, the most powerful thing to exist. Nothing could avoid it. Even the undead could only ward it away for a time and still had to fear death. He was suddenly filled with awe and reverence for what was coming for him.

When he finally slipped into darkness Mortuarium had visions. Chronepsis, the draconic god of death and knowledge spoke with him, telling him of the true heritage of his species of dragons. How at one point they were neutral protectors for the graves and remains of dragons, respecting the dead, and respecting Him. It was Mortuarium's sudden realization, and acceptance of his truer nature right before his passing that drew the god's attention, and if Mortuarium would swear his life in service of Chronepsis, the draconic god would return him to the world of the living. Mortuarium, stunned with his new revelations accepted and found himself waking, but very weak, in his lair. He was still horribly wounded, but not mortally so. He would survive.

He quickly learned the ways of Chronepsis, the ghost of an older dragon, a dirge singer, spoke to him, teaching him the ways of the neutral god of death. His own dragon type not only renounced him but attempted to kill the cleric of Chronepsis where he escaped. He spent most of his years living in draconic graveyards, guarding the dead, and heading forth to gather up those who have died and inter them with the respect that they deserve.