Morrigan Moonweaver

Gender: Believes they are too beautiful to be confined by gender
Age: 32
Race: Fellblood
Nationality: Zeinav Desert

Appearance: Though they may give off the impression of someone who would be tall, Morrigan is quite short, standing at about 5'2". They are quite vain, obsessed with outward appearance. As such, their clothes are always carefully crafted and put together. Their horns are curved, and their tail is covered in piercings. Everything about Morrigan is carefully cultivated to give off the appearance of grandiosity, making them appear larger than life and mysterious. Their arms are covered in tattoos, their hair always done up, and their face always covered in copious amounts of glitter and a mischievous smile.

These days, Morrigan has elected to dress a little more practical to reflect their own recent training in martial abilities. Though calling anything they wear practical would be a stretch. They dress as elaborately as ever, though in clothes that are easier to move around and fight in. They wear their hair up, usually kept in an elaborate braid. A silver arm bracer depicting a scorpion is kept on their wrist, hiding the scarab’s hidden blade - in addition to a new golden tattoo on the nape of their neck that looks more like a brand than ink depicting a scarab, marking their membership amongst the ranks of desert fighters. 

Conspicuously, while they are a fan of pretty and elaborate jewelry, their right hand is noticeably devoid of any rings save a single, golden band.

Personality: While there are many ways to describe Morrigan, they are first and foremost an entertainer. Showmanship is in their blood, and they often follow their own whims, whatever they find most interesting at the time. This often leads to them getting themselves into troublesome situations. They tend not to think ahead, preferring to go wherever life takes them. A surprisingly sharp mind, though one wouldn’t guess it just by looking at them.

Morrigan may act a fool in all manner of the word, but there is a side of the charlatan that is sharp, cunning, and ambitious. Morrigan has great dreams of fame, of making their mark on the world and being remembered, and will do whatever it takes to reach these goals. Their culmination of skills: a merchant's shrewdness, a circus performer's wit, and a storyteller's charm, all add up to a surprisingly sharp mind at times. While they are smarter than most give them credit for, their impulsivity and ambition can blindside them, landing Morrigan in more trouble than they often expect.

When one gets close enough to know the real Morrigan beyond the shitty showman’s facade, they might be unsurprised to learn that Morrigan can be quite spoilt, entitled, and childish. A youth of being denied what they so desired has created a selfish adult with no concept of morals. Their petty childishness rears its ugly head when dealing with people like Astrid Stormstone. On the other hand, they have begun to show glimpses of… change, over the past few months - expressing feelings of guilt over their schemes that they’ve never felt before, and the desire to do things for others that they can’t understand or explain. 


Much of Morrigan’s early life is shrouded in mystery. It is said they were born to a different name on the road in a traveling caravan, and their life has constantly been in motion ever since. Moving from market to market, Morrigan learned to speak from watching trade deals and mastered mathematics by counting coins. They developed a healthy curiosity for the rare and obscure, picking up culture wherever they could. Morrigan’s parents were loving, but distant, and often more concerned with their next deal than their precocious child. Morrigan didn’t mind- the entire caravan saw to their upbringing, making sure they were always smiling and joyous.

When Morrigan was fifteen, their caravan was visiting Zeinav City when Morrigan saw the fliers for a traveling circus in town - the Dreamscape Bazaar. Curious, they snuck out in the middle of the night to visit, an encounter that would change their life forever. They were enchanted by the tents, the performances, the mirth. It was during their visit that they met the fortune-teller, a mysterious woman named Medb, who took Morrigan under her wing. Morrigan ran away from their caravan to apprentice under Medb. Morrigan soon learned she had no talent for magic of her own, and that her act was all a carefully constructed ruse. It was under her that Morrigan made their first foray into fortune telling, where they spent a few years pretending to be a true diviner, making a living scamming circus goers. It was fun, for a while, but as always, Morrigan got bored with the circus.

They soon left, deciding to take their show on the road as a solo act, reading fortunes and making a killing. They soon decided to expand upon their repertoire, though with no scrap of true magic, it was difficult to create the illusion of a real mage. Morrigan improved their act with slight of hand and impressive little tricks, before eventually expanding into alchemy to give the illusion of true magic. Morrigan found that they had a talent for making potions that helped them sell their illusions, and before they knew it, they’d earned a true name for themselves as a mage (aided in part by their own embellishment of their skills through carefully crafted stories and rumors).

Unfortunately for Morrigan, the rumors got… a little out of hand, as now the people of Zeinav believe them to be a great and powerful mage, one that has slain monsters and created miracles- every single bit of it untrue. They were forced to give up the act when people started asking for their magic to solve their problems, or take care of monsters and bandits terrorizing the deserts. Morrigan Moonweaver, the self-proclaimed Wizard of the Wastes, took to the road, where they now travel, putting on little shows where they can and desperately trying to avoid the consequences of their actions, or the day their rumors will finally catch up to them…


One might meet Morrigan Moonweaver and assume that they have always been this loud, self-absorbed, and obnoxious. This couldn’t be further from the truth. In reality, Morrigan’s youth was spent in the sun-scorched deserts of the White Sand Sea, where they were born to a merchant caravan, an all Fellblood group known as the Scorpions. Hungry for a deal and with a keen eye for worth, none were better than the merchants Elka and Payekha Hridyanshu. Elka, a healer who could sweet-talk anyone with her honeyed voice, and Payekha, a worshipper of Ginma and powerful mage, were some of the best of the best. They knew how to make money, and they were respected by the entire caravan. Everyone assumed that any child they had would be as spirited and powerful as them, so it was a surprise when Kaivalya Hridyanshu… wasn’t.

In fact, Kaivalya barely seemed to be alive at all.

Elka and Payekha weren’t sure what to make of the strangeness that seemed to radiate from their infant. For one thing, Kaivalya rarely cried or fussed, like they lacked wants or a will of their own. For another; there seemed to be this… emptiness about them, a strange kind of feeling that seemed to unnerve them. But they could not put a name on it, nor until Kaivalya grew to adolescence.

They did not have the same magic as their parents.

That their child did not share their gifts was them stung, but none took it harder than Kaivalya themselves. They were already small for their age, weak, and mute, but the fact that they couldn’t even cast a single, measly spell tore them apart on the inside.

The caravan took to calling them Husk.

Like their name didn’t even matter.

In a way, it really didn’t. Most tried not to get to close to Kaivalya, not out of malice but out of fear for getting to attached to them before they inevitably… wasted away, or wandered into the desert and got snatched away by some beast. They simply drifted through life, mute until they turned ten, not close with anyone and with no willpower of their own. With no friends, distant parents, and no prospects, Kaivalya only existed, drifting through life until the day they themselves would finally give up. They watched their parents make deals, never allowed to participate but always allowed to observe. And secretly, they wished for something more.

Kaivalya’s life turned around when they, inexplicably, turned fifteen against all odds. A traveling Circus was in town - the Dreamscape Bazaar. Kaivalya begged their parents to go, who agreed on one condition - that they supervised Kaivalya, and the young teenager could not wander anywhere alone. Desperate to be let out of their wagon if only for one night, Kaivalya agreed. The circus was unlike anything they’d ever seen before. Full of love and life and excitement and glitter.

And Kaivalya felt alive for the first time.

It was here they met the charlatan, Madam Medb. The fake fortune teller saw something behind those dead eyes, a kind of cunning and desperation she knew she could make something of. She promised Kaivalya would find success if only they took charge and grabbed it, an idea that worked its day into their mind. Kaivalya wanted more. So that night, they used some sleeping drought that they managed to get their hands on and slipped it into the caravan’s stew, and slipped away into the night, leaving nothing behind - no word, no note. They had nothing but the clothes on their back and a dream. They ran to the Dreamscape Bazaar, where they begged Madam Medb to take them in.

And that was how Morrigan Moonweaver was born.

Morrigan killed Kaivalya, and they will never look back. They would never lose their voice and will again.

But what they don’t know is that there’s a reason for their lack of magic. A reason for the wrongness that people felt around them in their youth. Morrigan is mana cursed, a black hole that magic rejects completely. Why they were born like this, or whether this condition can be cured or not, is yet to be seen. But Morrigan will stop at nothing to find the power they believed they’ve been deprived their whole life.

Perhaps one day, they will realize they don’t need it. That there are people out there who already love Kaivalya as they are.