Morghain Bellegarde
the silver hare
D o s s i e r
at a glance
| name | Morghain "Mor" Bellegarde |
| age | 205 winters |
| race | veena viera // nightkin |
| pronouns | he/they |
| orientation | bisexual |
| occupation | oneiromancer, courtesan |
| mbti | istj-a |
| voice claim | shadowheart |
Beside the entry for "Melancholy" in the Encyclopedia Eorzea, you will find a picture of Mor. As a purveyor of morose expressions and a perpetual aura of gloom, Mor is, tragically, a sad little guy.
An oneiromancer by trade, Mor makes a living offering divination services in the form of dream readings. Mor is no stranger to prophetic visions, and scrying meaning from nightmares is his specialty (especially in the case of curses or hauntings).
Beyond his omens and augury, Mor harbors a deep hatred for voidsent and anything of the 13th. He is an adept voidsent hunter, and well-respected within the Shroud for his work in slaying them. Driven by a determination a unrelenting as it is furious, Mor's desire to hunt is often likened to that of a hound on a hare.
M e m o i r
of the chalice
this is a gift, it comes with a price...
...who is the lamb and who is the knife?
β the beginning. Nestled in the spine of two towering Skatay mountains lies the remains of one tiny, insignificant village. The extreme elements have devoured the once proud walls and homes and life, and the Veena who once lived there have long since left it behind. Their dwindling numbers were no match for the remote and unforgiving cliffside.
Those Veena of the Spine found prosperity elsewhere, in the cultivation of their culture. They took to traveling across the Range, hopping from village to village as they collected (and in turn, shared) the oral traditions, legends, and songs of the Skatay Viera; a family of wandering bards, the organic library of their peopleβs history and culture. They called themselves the Silverstrings, paying homage to their matriarchβs iconic harp strings, supposedly spun from pure silver.
Mor (Born Llor Isaftjr), was the last kit born to the Silverstrings family, a final stop to a waning lineage. He was raised in a small but tight-knit family unit consisting of his two fathers, three grandparents, and a handful of aunts and uncles. He was born with the gift of a boundless wellspring of natural aether. Magic was the greatest thing in the world to Mor, and not a day went by that he didn't use it.
The young Mor was blessed (or cursed, depending on who you ask) with a penchant for omen-reading and divination. He often had fits of nightmares or vivid dreams that would become a source of prophecy for his family. Glimpses of the future, or possibilities of it, haunted him from the moment he could grasp the concept.
Despite his visions, Mor grew up well. He loved music and storytelling, and spent his time traveling the Range with his family, collecting and sharing the culture of his people. His early life was filled with light and love and stories.
That is, until he met Lorcan van Sant.
β the chalice. What, exactly, happened in the next five decades is a secret Mor refuses to speak about. Dark were the days Mor spent in the clutches of the Nightkin, Lorcan, and his blood-mad cult, The Chalice. Five decades of his life spent without the kiss of the sun.
Mor's time in the Chalice shaped who he is now, left him with irreparable scars (both physical and mental). Mor's shattered aether, his hatred for voidsent, and his unrelenting thirst for retribution were founded in the dark of the cult's Moon Crypt.
Mor's freedom from the Chalice was bought in the chaos that came from the fall of Dalamud. He's been on his own for only a few short years, and he's filled almost every moment of them by honing his craft and tracking voidsent across Eorzea.
β the turning. lorem ipsum.
B o n d s
one flesh, one end
...and i'd bleed for anything if it held me
the right way
vibhrama de shavrisan
devotion undying
Ah, Mor's beloved enemy and main quarry. He doesn't understand why he's drawn to Vibhrama like moth to a flame, but the bond between them is irrefutable. There's a deeper connection between them that has prevented Mor from his hunt, and keeps him in the nightkin's orbit whether he likes it or not. The pair walk a fine line between hatred and passion, desire and loathing...and Mor can't help but wonder if the feelings he has for Vibhrama are his own, or wrought by forces outside of his control.
temujin ugund
fate-woven heartbreak
Oh, how strange fate can be. Bound together by threads unseverable, can these two find a way to free themselves? Or do they lean into the inevitability of fate and restart the cycle? Mor carries much fondness for Temujin, but finds his own feeling complicated. Are they true? Or another lie?
laela silje
mortal adoration
Mor's good friend and confidante. Laela is one of the few people Mor feels comfortable enough to be himself around. She brings out the better parts of him, and her radiance inspires Mor to be better. He has his suspicions about the mauve rabbit and her strange dreams, but he's yet to act on them.
brunhilda armstrong
object of obsession
Ah, Mor's beloved enemy and main quarry. He doesn't understand why he's drawn to Vibhrama like moth to a flame, but the bond between them is irrefutable. There's a deeper connection between them that has prevented Mor from his hunt, and keeps him in the nightkin's orbit whether he likes it or not. The pair walk a fine line between hatred and passion, desire and loathing...and Mor can't help but wonder if the feelings he has for Vibhrama are his own, or wrought by forces outside of his control.
dmitry voronin
enemies to worse enemies
Oh, how strange fate can be. Bound together by threads unseverable, can these two find a way to free themselves? Or do they lean into the inevitability of fate and restart the cycle? Mor carries much fondness for Temujin, but finds his own feeling complicated. Are they true? Or another lie?
open
awaiting judgement
....
G a l l e r y
fragments
and all the world will be your enemy,
prince with a thousand enemies.
R u l e s
for engagement
rule #1
rules for interacting here
rule #2
rules for interacting here
O O C
the author
Hi! I'm Mor's author, Alix (They/He). I'm 26 and based out of the EST time zone.I am an rp enthusiast and love writing both in game and out of game. I have been roleplaying for about 8 years on various platforms, and I've been playing FFXIV since 2021. I am always down for connections/rp or friends, so if you see me around, please feel free to shoot a /tell!