MORDECAI Sept 13, 2015 17:28:25 GMT -5
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Mordecai is a creature of vengeance, for it's so embedded in his family history that those who don't know better would say it's genetic. Mordecai is blind to morals and focuses on his instincts, true to a lot of retromorphs, but he takes it to an extreme: once he decides a fate for someone he's chosen as a target, nothing can alter him, nothing can stop him unless his opponent is stronger and smarter than him. His paths are unending. Mordecai possesses a rare tenacity (and stubbornness) that always keeps him moving forward.
Because of all of this, most of Kai's thoughts are dark. The death of his family at such a young age has molded him into what he is now. He has an exceptional hatred for humans, even by shifter standards, although he only targets those who have specifically wronged him. His hatred is strong, but calculated: he will not waste his energy ruining those who have nothing to do with him, unless they get in his way. As a smaller retro, the form of a raven, Kai doesn't rely on brute strength but rather trickery and using the legends that surround him. Because of this, Kai can be perching on a branch or sitting around in his human form, thinking for hours on end. It looks innocent enough, if a little strange, but it's not a good sign.
Since his capture, Mordecai's need for revenge has reduced significantly, which makes him very lost. In the rare occasions where his tribe needs to fight is when he feels the most alive, but otherwise, he is wandering in his thoughts, transported back to his home village. Sometimes he gets so deep in his thinking that he thinks he's still back in that village, where he feels his purpose again. These hallucinations are common. He doesn't know how to separate his past from his present, how to find any different personality because this way has been his only way for so long. His scouting for the Lawaii tribe helps: it's the only way he can get the solitude he is used to without going rogue, which he doesn't want because he has always flown with a flock.
Despite all of this, Mordecai does have a soft side, however warped and hidden. He isn't fiercely loyal or anything like that; his emotions are much more subtle. When he decides to care about someone, it runs deeply, almost enough to drown his thoughts of revenge and his interpretation of justice. It's another way for him to find meaning in his life. His flock – first back at home, and then the Lawaii – often receives this end of caring, although he won't be best friends with any individual. He sees the flock, as a whole, as something worth protecting. It is possible for him to care for an individual, but it will be extremely difficult. His walls are formidable, and his tunnel vision is so consuming that most won't even try to break through.
One for sadness, two for mirth, three for marriage, four for birth, five for laughing, six for crying, seven for sickness, eight for dying, nine for silver, ten for gold, eleven for a secret that will never be told.
A great weakness of humanity, without doubt, is superstition. Some obsess and worry about it, and some will even form their entire lives around it. A small no name village on the western coast of Australia, as much as some tried to ignore it, had been affected or even had their lives formed around this old nursery rhyme about crows or ravens. It all started with Mordecai's ancestor, an Australian Raven retromorph who's name had been lost in time, and ever since, the village has been left in awe and fear of crows and ravens.
A captain who made his fortune ferrying goods and people along the coast had made the unfortunate mistake of crossing Mordecai's ancestor, and the reason could have been petty or serious. Some guessed that he took timber from the woods where this raven lived, others thought that he threw a rock at the bird. It didn't matter. He made a formidable enemy. The captain, upon sailing, saw eleven ravens in the air – for a secret that will never be told. He had twenty people aboard his ship, and the skies were clear. Once the ferry was far enough, a huge raven landed on the boat and somehow made its way to the cabin. He shifted into a human form, and snapped the captain's neck before changing back. The ferry was lost at sea for weeks, and the passengers saw eight ravens in the air – for dying – and most of them died. A few were rescued, and they told the story: the eleven ravens, in the sky reduced to eight, and then the single huge raven who flew out of the dead captain's cabin.
Truth eroded into legend, with various embellishments. But generations later, Mordecai was born to a pair of retromorphs, his mother directly descended from the one responsible for the death of so many. He had one brother, named Kaiser, and they lived a relatively quiet life. His mother had no interest in the neighboring village, and was content to raise her family in the woods. Naturally, tragedy would strike anyone who wanted peace in this world. A cruel boy from the village, in his teenage years, had an uncanny knack for shooting birds. Transforming into a human would have saved her life, but a well aimed rock to the back of the head killed his mother instantly. Kaiser didn't stand a chance, as a chick who didn't have the talent of transforming quite yet, was hit in the chest and killed similarly. Mordecai survived out of pure luck: he was hit in the wing and he tumbled out of the nest, hitting the ground out of the boy's view. Mordecai was badly hurt, but he was alive.
Most birds, especially chicks, who fall out of their nests die in a matter of days. But Mordecai was a retromorph, and the trauma taught him to transform into a human. He hid in bushes as a bird and reached for food, such as berries and bugs, as a human. He survived, using the woods as his teacher, and he had many near death experiences. Both forms protected him in some way, and by a miracle, he survived to adulthood. He had significant scarring on his wing that would never fully heal, and his hatred for humans had been sealed from his experience. He learned to fly and walk on his own, and eventually, he met other ravens like him: cousins, no doubt, and while they didn't have such a traumatic experience with humans, they didn't see a problem with messing with them. Mordecai, as a human, had been in the village a few times. He knew of their superstitions, and he knew how to exploit them. Soon, he was leader of a flock who wished to join him on his path for revenge.
They set up their plans with mostly innocent signals in the sky: four ravens in the air when a woman was about to have her baby, animals could sense such things from another. Nine and ten for when fortune favored the village. Little signals that strengthened the village's beliefs without them really knowing it, until Mordecai felt he was ready to strike.
Mordecai found the boy that killed his family, a year older and still mean as a snake. He flew with six of his ravens above the kid, for a total of seven – for sickness – because as a human, he had gotten a hold of rat poison and poisoned the fish his family had caught. The boy, naturally, got extremely sick and Mordecai added one more raven in his flock – for dying – and the boy was dead in hours, his family following soon after.
The village's fear was cemented after this. Mordecai had reached the size of his ancestor, and they gave him a name, something to scare children into obedience and to keep adults paranoid and fearful: The Omen Machine.
Fear, however, makes people lash out. Mordecai's flock had been the targets of many projectiles, which they avoided, but it also made the ravens more vengeful. The numbers ticked by, all deliberately chosen by these retromorphs, until finally, it happened.
Mordecai was caught in his bad wing by an arrow, and he was so high above the ground that falling like that would kill him. He slowed down his descent the best he could, flapping his good wing upwards, fearing that using his bad wing would cause him to lose it entirely. Once a safe distance from the ground, he transformed, twisting around so he broke his other arm. The village went into an uproar. Mordecai was immediately captured, and sent to a UNIT compound.
Even under intense scrutiny and torture, Mordecai refused to reveal if the rest of his flock terrorizing the village were retromorphs or not. He heard bits of overheard conversation during his stay in the labs: that his ravens had scattered, fleeing the village. No one could find them. Mordecai sagged in relief. He wouldn't have been able to bear it if his mistake had gotten them captured too.
After a year in the labs, Mordecai was released into the Menagerie, and he joined the Lawaii flock, unable to bear loneliness. Now, Mordecai scouts for the Lawaii, trying to find some kind of purpose in his life. The change has been sudden for him, and his darker instincts are no longer helpful in a world where they all have to work together to surprise. Mordecai is going to have to make a decision: give way into the dark world of vengeance, an evil path to be sure, or change himself completely. He keeps living his identity, in reality and fiction, and he's almost positive it'll never leave him.
The Omen Machine.