Post by Sir Peter Mantis on Jan 13, 2012 12:29:01 GMT
The Basics
Name:Morkas
Age:Older than recorded history
Sex: Male
Species:Elohim (Fallen Angel)
Date Of Birth:Dawn of Creation
Nationality:Hell
HometownHeaven
Occupation:Daemon
Alignment:EVIL
Theme Song: Sympathy for the Devil - N.E.R.D. version
Outer Stuff
Face Claim:Whoever he possesses (Christopher Lee for the moment)
Height:Varies
WeightVaries
Hair color:Varies
Hair style:Varies
Eye color:The possessed body's pupils become black.
Skin color:Varies
Posture:Relaxed and slouched
Scars/ Tattoo’s/ Other markings: Morkas gave up his original physical form centuries ago. When he isn't possessing someone's form he resembles a ball of black flames. When in this form he is immaterial and cannot be affected by conventional weapons but nor can he affected the material world.
The possessed body has black fingernails.
Inner Stuff
Likes:
- Power
- Causing chaos
- Attracting attention
- A challenge
Dislikes:
- The weak and those who have no integrity
- Not being the strongest
- The fact he was once an Angel
Strengths:
- He has lived longer than anyone or anything, his knowledge could fill entire planets
- He has no taboos
- He will choose subtlety over directness any day
Weaknesses:
- His arrogance
- His literal weakness to holy objects and anything related to the Judo-Christian faith.
- His fear of being humiliated
Goal(s):
- World domination
- Turn Earth into a Hell, in tribute to Lucifer's kingdom
Habits/ Quirks:
- Morkas remembers when he joined Lucifer and his legions against the Father. He often rubs his wrists still feeling where his Creator chained him in the Abyss.
Relationships:
- Morkas was one of Lucifer's chosen in Hell
- He can use the contacts Mantis cultivated by pretending to be him
Overview:
When the Morning Star rebelled against his Father he was joined by seven Houses. Morkas was apart of the Namaru, Lucifer's own house. After the War in Heaven and Satan's banishment along with the seven Houses to the Underworld, a Duke from each house to be his heir. Morkas was passed over for this choosing, but he was chosen as one of Satan's personal bodyguards, the Atramentar. Over the years he visited Earth as Satan's envoy, possessing various souls to better his Lord's influence in the world.
When Mantis first contacted the daemon after Crowley coup against Lucifer, he knew he would appeal to demon that was now nothing more than a jester to Crowley. Morkas fed information to Mantis hoping he would help bring about the downfall of Aleister and bring about the return of his Prince.
When Crowley came through the Hellgate he opened a one way door that would let his minions enter with him. Morkas took the opportunity to escape Hell. When he found Mantis nearby the gate in a weakened mental state, he seized the opportunity and took his mortal coil for his own. He seized the nearby Liberty Armour and disappeared for several months, perverting and changing the suit with his mastery of black magic and technology reserved to only the most privileged.
History of the suit itself: Morkas used the already existing hard points on the shoulders and the hips to add extra armour. The suit is now granted with a permanent upgrade of armour, similar to it's heavy form when it was used by Kevin Williams.
Villain Stuff
Name: Fallen Liberty
Type Of Villain: Oversized Kamen Rider
Henshin Device: Oversized suitcase
Henshin Sequence: Similar to the original Liberty transformation (the suitcase deploys the armour on the wearer when two handles are pulled on it's top.
Image/ Description: See top of page.
Color Scheme: The blue of it's original form was removed to reveal it's original copper plating. Since the majority of it's 'upgrading' was spent in in various underground complexes the metal had taken a green tinge to it.
Fighting Style: Morkas uses an archaic style that pre-dates classic boxing but resembles it greatly, taking advantage of the massive arms the suit has.
Abilities: Four crystal nodes mounted on the suits armour permit Morkas to store his magical power and channel it through the armour. His powers in the suit :
- Electrically charges the armour, creating an gravity field around it that let's Morkas move faster and with more agility than his size would allow. He can also overcharge the power in the suit making his form electrical and deadly to touch.
- Two crystals implanted in the palm of each gauntlet let Morkas channel shots of lighting that vary in power depending on the time he uses to charge them
Finisher(s):
- Beam ball: Morkas focuses both the crystals in his palm making a point of focused electricity that can grow to any size (during testing Morkas made a ball two metres in diameter, he believes if needed he can push it as far a five meters). He can than hurl the ball towards his target, usually causing enormous amounts of damage.
History
OOC Stuff
Anything Else: Morkas tends to keep up the masquerade that he his Peter Mantis when the situation can be used to his advantage. That's the reason I will continue using Mantis's profile.
Sample RP:
The creature that was once Peter Mantis pulled a old beaten convertible up next to a line of bushes growing in the Australian wilderness. Before him stood the Uluru rock formation known as the Ayer's rock to the Australians. The giant red rock was nothing more than a tourist trap for most, but to the Pitjantjatjara it was a sacred place. Though most people dismissed the Aboriginal claims to nothing more than superstition, this was one occasion they should have made an exception.
Morkas knew of the site's significance and much more. He stepped out of the car and grabbed the bulky suitcase that contained his armour. He made his way towards the rock formation while mumbling a sentence in some ancient language. He approached a crack in the rock and walked into it sideways. The small fissure in the rock sloped downwards started becoming tighter as he advanced deeper into the ground. After awhile the tunnel began to widen again. The total darkness surrounding Morkas didn't bother him, living thousands of centuries in Hell he found the cool darkness comforting. The tunnel ended with a chamber, lit by torches revealing a small well of water. The chamber was lit with torches. At the edge of the pool sat a crossed-legged aboriginal holding a didgeridoo, the traditional pipe used by shamans to cast their magic spells.
Morkas set the suitcase down and dusted himself off.
"Greetings, devil mon." the shaman's voice echoed in the small cavern. His voice was thick and sounded as cracked as his worn face. As he spoke the dried paint on his nose flaked off and fell onto the small pool sending minuscule tremors throughout it's surface.
"Greetings holy man." Morkas casually responded while he looked into the pool. Its size was misleading, the small opening was merely the top of a amazingly deep well. He couldn't see the bottom, only the darkness that engulfed the depths. Morkas straightened and whipped his cape back to free his arms.
"Don't get in my way." he off handedly said to the shaman.
"What you come to do ere, is none my concern." the shaman settled down against the cave wall "Youse come to talk to Borlung. If he speaks wit you, dat be youse business."
Morkas barely acknowledged the holy man's answer. He instead shot a lightning bolt down into the water, watching as the bolt tore it's way through the depths of the well hurtling it's way into the darkness. As the shot disappeared a deep rumbling shook the tunnel as the water in the well rose above it's edge and wetted Morkas shoes.
"And zo he comes to you." the shaman remarked quietly. He had been in this chamber for five years and never had the Rainbow Serpent answered his cants.
Morkas looked down the pool. About ten feet deep into the well a giant serpent dominated the well. It's eyes glowed a deep red that turned the water a deep red. It's scaly skin was no one single colour, changing from green to purple and passing to every colour in-between. The snake's tongue flicked out and emerged high above the water before retracting back. As it spoke the water rippled with each word, although the monster's mouth never moved.
"Greetings Morkas. It has been a long time."
"Indeed." Morkas shook Mantis's head in agreement "The last time I saw you Lucifer used your body to speak with Eve, at the dawn of man. Forever binding you body here on the Earth."
"My banishment was my choice, to serve Him. I serve our Lord even now, although he has never spoken to me since. The men that came to live here worshipped me like a god. I rested in this place waiting for our master to call on me again. When I heard of his fall in Hell and Crowley's rise, I knew he would rise again." Morkas nodded solemnly at the snake's words.
"Borlung, our master has sent me to use you in his quest for revenge."
The snake's tongue forked out and wrapped itself around the shaman's ankle, pulling the holy man into the snake's gullet before the shaman could even scream. The giant serpent crunched the soft bones of the shaman between it's teeth, savouring the taste of it's marrow.
"I was saving that morsel for such an occasion." the snake's head began to sink deeper into the well and it's bottomless fathoms "Come Morkas. Let us speak of how I can serve our Lord once again."
Morkas pulled the suitcase's release catch and the bulky case unfolded. The finished piece of Fallen Liberty deployed around him encasing his body in it's reinforced plating. A low hum resonated throughout the underground cavern. Morkas smiled inside his bucket shaped helmet.
"Soon the world will truly know Hell."
He jumped into the pool and followed the giant snake into the depth of planet Earth.
