Nervous Yet Protective Father

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Male

He/him

Mortuexan

"ex-oon-day rare-ah-gawn"

5'8"

65 lbs.

Whatever he can find

Exunde's tight skin bears an ashy gray color and sags slightly around his face, a sign of aging. He is particularly slender, giving a fragile appearance even by mortuexan standards. His claws are filed short and his green eyes are often downcast – both to avoid calling attention to himself and to make him appear less threatening. Despite his efforts to blend in, however, he has had three of his fingers pulled off by bitter frigis.

Romance novels, fine dining, candles with odd-colored flames

Challenging authority, dancing, loud noises

Crowds, forgetting important things

Writing poetry, growing edible plants, arcane runes

Bisexual

Exunde was always awkward and nervous, but the constant oppression made him even more unsure of himself. He's often afraid to speak his mind, but at the same time can be fiercely protective of his loved ones for fear of letting them go through the same pain he did. He prefers to keep his social ring small and doesn't handle conversations with strangers well. But no matter what happens to him, he treasures his heritage and refuses to go against it where he can, most visibly reflected in his stubborn refusal to learn any languages besides Ossein.

Even if he did know how to fight, Exunde isn't physically capable. At most, he can use his magic to temporarily blind attackers.

Author

Exunde has been an outcast ever since he was a kid. Even among fellow mortus, he is quite introverted and hesitant to get along with others. He met his mate Alana Reragon at a magic class while trying to learn to defend himself better, and quickly fell for her mix of brazen charm and gentle caring. While Exunde's life with Alana and their daughter Emelia Reragon was strained by social difficulties, he couldn't have been happier.

At least, until Alana was lost to the Light Zone on one of her adventures. Exunde's relationship with his daughter became strained to the point of breaking as she blames him for Alana's death. Exunde now lives alone since Emelia ran to Terrata, and while he could follow her easily using a spare AIDA Cube from Alana's collection, it just doesn't seem right.

"I, ah, I dreamed of being a frigi. Obviously that can't come true... but Alana helped me treasure my heritage more freely."

"I don't like talking to people I don't know well... I try to find out more about them before sharing anything about myself, especially my family life."

"I try to ignore insults. If you feed another person's hatred, they'll only come back at you twice as strong the next time."

"I, um, I find poetry helpful. When my emotions are running out of control, I try to write them down. If I can't do that... staring into an orb of dark energy helps, sometimes."

"Oh, a lot... I'm weak, physically and- and emotionally, my magic isn't very powerful, I had to rely on Alana for a lot..."

"I... don't have a very high pain tolerance, so there's that."

"I used to know a young man who lived in Rellon and studied the techniques of all the greatest mortu chefs... Maybe one day I should go back there to see him again."