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Mordax #4631
1
Level
0
EXP (Tracker) ⇨
Gold
Passage
War
0%
Neutral
Peace
0%
Neutral
Knowledge
0%
Neutral
Power
0%
Neutral
Achievements
No Achievements
Titles
No Titles
Character Details
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Height: 156cm
Weight: 762lbs
Build: Standard
Coat: Wisp
Genotype: ss/cr/Br/bk/Lu/Hl/Sd/Mm/Tn/Dpp
Phenotype: (Smoke) Dilute Brown with Highlight, Shadow, Maned, Toned, Dapples
Horns: None
Physical Mutations: None
Mutations: None
Slots: 3 Used / 6 Available
Design Credits
Rivers-Of-Red
Personality
Resourceful | Charismatic | Daring | Confident | Elusive || Wily | Deceitful | Sordid | Selfish | Cynical
In charge of an underground business that collects and crafts venoms and poisons, Mordax is one that always has his wits about him. The pinnacle of calm, cool, and collected, he graces where ever he may visit with an air of absolute confidence and security in himself and his actions. Despite the illegal works he deals in, and the shady characters he meets along the way, Mordax never seems worried. He has been in this field far too long to have any missing confidence in his abilities to harvest the toxins from his sources, distill them into the concentrated liquids or powders that could kill a Felvarg in a moments notice, and strike deals with those desperate enough to turn to him.
He knows the insides and outs of his business, what comes from where, and where to get what should he have need for it. There is not much that he does not know in his field of work, including most things about the ones he employs. Those who work for him can not hide much from the dire, and upon entering his employment, would find it very difficult to escape. It is safe to say that Mordax goes to extremes to ensure his business would not be reported to those who could damage his business, and he is not afraid to threaten or take any number of lives necessary to keep his dealings in the dark.
He is hard to find and is unknown to most, only reachable for those desperate enough. His existence travels entirely from mouth to mouth and nothing more, only discoverable through whispers, and even then, only after one proves themselves trustworthy. Should any suspicion find its way towards his name, it would still be nearly impossible to link rumors to his business. He has enough cover stories and false business fronts to escape scrutiny from any angle.
Mordax will never trust another fully. No matter who you are he would have a knife at your throat the second he felt threatened. He does not care for those who work for him, for those who buy his products, or for those who will eventually fall victim to his concoctions. Nothing will get in the way of the iron grip he has on his monopoly and the coin it brings him. His fortune is the only thing he truly cares about, and he would sacrifice anyone to ensure he keeps it.
In charge of an underground business that collects and crafts venoms and poisons, Mordax is one that always has his wits about him. The pinnacle of calm, cool, and collected, he graces where ever he may visit with an air of absolute confidence and security in himself and his actions. Despite the illegal works he deals in, and the shady characters he meets along the way, Mordax never seems worried. He has been in this field far too long to have any missing confidence in his abilities to harvest the toxins from his sources, distill them into the concentrated liquids or powders that could kill a Felvarg in a moments notice, and strike deals with those desperate enough to turn to him.
He knows the insides and outs of his business, what comes from where, and where to get what should he have need for it. There is not much that he does not know in his field of work, including most things about the ones he employs. Those who work for him can not hide much from the dire, and upon entering his employment, would find it very difficult to escape. It is safe to say that Mordax goes to extremes to ensure his business would not be reported to those who could damage his business, and he is not afraid to threaten or take any number of lives necessary to keep his dealings in the dark.
He is hard to find and is unknown to most, only reachable for those desperate enough. His existence travels entirely from mouth to mouth and nothing more, only discoverable through whispers, and even then, only after one proves themselves trustworthy. Should any suspicion find its way towards his name, it would still be nearly impossible to link rumors to his business. He has enough cover stories and false business fronts to escape scrutiny from any angle.
Mordax will never trust another fully. No matter who you are he would have a knife at your throat the second he felt threatened. He does not care for those who work for him, for those who buy his products, or for those who will eventually fall victim to his concoctions. Nothing will get in the way of the iron grip he has on his monopoly and the coin it brings him. His fortune is the only thing he truly cares about, and he would sacrifice anyone to ensure he keeps it.
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