Meet Morry; a trans necromancer lady that used to go by Mordecai but shit changes and people do too. She’s exceptionally funny, and cracks wise ass jokes in the most terribly bad situations (usually because she knows she can handle them) and has a big magically protected jar full of nearly a thousand plus souls somewhere hidden from prying eyes.



While she was Mordie, she was a horrible person. she killed without mercy, served jailtime in cities dotting the globe, and has been in several hand to hand fights leaving her with some pretty nasty scars.

Today, as Morry, she’s trying to reclaim herself, while also lingering in a teetering line back and forth between evil and good. Her split personalities don’t help in the matter. Morry shares a consciousness with a halved soul the more or less ruined when binding improperly named Gile. Gile is no long soft and supple; he’s a menace and loves destroying life. Sometimes Gile forces her to the back of her own mind and takes over; it’s very easy to see when this happens all body language and words shift.

Morry; while not the most pure of souls, is trying her best. As a Albino Zyraxiin; she’s not much liked as it is, but she’s doing her best to beat back Gile, and work on potentially freeing her basket of souls and working on her image in the world.

If only Gile would let her.