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28/01/2019 - With a new theme and new colours, Starwave will soon be running leadership searches for the three clans. We also have worked out a few little bugs too. The joining incentive is going to run from now until the end of February, so instead of bringing one character to copper level, you can still bring two, and their companion as well! You are welcome to break this up as well. So, come join us, and let's see what goes on! With more people, hopefully, we intend to run events and make the site more PvE. Clan leadership will be opened soon too, hopefully!

26/11/2018 - Starwave is ready to go! There are still pieces to flatten, to make better, but its time to open and see how it all goes. Tis exciting to do so! Please feel free to advertise, tell people, etc and let's go. Once a few have joined, the first event will happen which is going to be finding clan leaders! Subforums in those areas are open for claiming too if you'd like them! Excited! Let's have some fun!

23/11/2018 - Much is done! Lands, guidebook is finished, profiles (save for the --> I can't work out what displaying that its driving me insane!) But I'm happy with everything and the progess of whats happening. I have some subforums to add to the clan lands, and then it will be almost ready to go for an opening and a beginning. There will be a SWP very early after opening too!

11/11/2018 - Starwave is underway. This is the first OOC news entry!

28/01/2019 - Starwave has seen quite a few new arrivals, and the clans are stirring. More arrive every day - and some of the Inherent and skeptical, some welcoming and others flat out angry and upset. However, they are accepting and soon, they will be seeking clan leaders - who will they be?

26/11/2018 - The time has come. Starwave's portals are open; the world is pulling newcomers to the shores. What will happen now?



OOC Account @Cannon
Gender Male
Age 30
Species/Breed Pegasus (Saddlebred x)
Sexual Orientation Heterosexual?
Clan Hylan
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Mordecai is a mangled thing. 18 hands of pure loathing.

All legs and neck, all wrong angles, all spiders and snakes and ugly things. The scarred wasteland of his face holds no promise of hope, only the angry hole where the twin to his single yellow eye used to sit. Above it Mordecai's flaxen mane is tied in a multitude of thick knots.

Perhaps the only breathtaking thing about Mordecai are his large and surprisingly flexible wings. He frequently uses them to emote, to touch, to do awful and unkind things. They are as red as his body and twice as long.

He would describe himself as red, but that isn't quite the right color. He isn't red like rust or roses, he is red like clay, like blood that has just started to dry, red like hatred and disgust and the inside of your eyelids.

He would also describe himself as pristine, and this is more true. Mordecai cares diligently for himself, with the preening fingers of a thing in love. There's never a feather out of place, never a hair where a hair shouldn't be. He stands tall and wears a permanent expression of disdain.

Mordecai smiles like a wolf, toothy and mirthless. It's the smile of a black hole.

- dedicated
- brave
- honest
- protective
- respectful of authority
- does not actually seek to inflict harm (but often does anyway)

- legitimately awful
- self-centered
- judgmental
- insecure
- impossibly vain
- manipulative
- overbearing
- unrealistic
- a real, honest-to-god and heartbreakingly malignant narcissist

It has never been easy, to be Mordecai. He was born wrong and he has been wrong his entire life. There are very good kind things to be said about him, and the ones that come to mind are little more than somewhat pleasant side-effects to his flaws.

Mordecai is perhaps defined by his narcissism. It is what drives him to do, and do, and do. Its iron grip is all he knows or sees. When it is balanced and well-fed his hubris is actually an asset, something buoyant that tells him he can do and be anything, and he will do, or be, anything to keep that feeling afloat.

He is a man divided, though, and there is a separation between Mordecai's real self and the image he projects into crowds. Privately, Mordecai is insecure to the point of a complex, and it is, at its quintessence, what makes him dangerous.

I say dangerous not because Mordecai is outwardly violent but because Mordecai is erratic and his is a foundation built on sand. Perhaps it is not his desperate desire to be something more than what he is--to matter and to be remembered, to stand in his own company and not be disgusted--but something deeper and darker that informs the panicked laughter and the way his mouth waters when he looks at some people. Perhaps it is not the megalomania that makes him think of breaking bones and blood and teeth. He doesn't know. He hasn't really stopped to consider.

He shouldn't have been born.

Whatever rotten pond birthed Mordecai is lost to time, leaving behind only the suffering of a child at odds with the world. He has always been angry, either at his parents or his siblings or the planet that summoned him from the dark and pulled Mordecai, kicking and screaming, into the light. He thinks, privately and often, how he shouldn't have been born.

Mordecai has always had this particular desperation on his tongue. It has driven him to incredible and terrible things. He was bitter, yes, but not malignant. Not sick. Mordecai served his boy-king well, feared his deities properly and caused only the trouble that came with being who he is.

The Dark is what changed him--and not some ethereal, metaphorical darkness; it was as thick as water and it choked the earth when it fell. War rang out from every blind corner of the four kingdoms, a call to arms against the Dark itself. Mordecai had thought, "obviously." Mordecai had thought, "I've made it this far." Mordecai had thought wrong. They went to war because there was no other option. Mordecai had not been nearly as invincible as he had assumed. The Dark had stolen his dignity, his boy-king, his face. His face.

What came home was not the angry, judgmental child of the sky that had left. What came home was a scorned and hateful beast, fueled by the sharp pain in his head and the fear of worthlessness that went deep in his bones and pooled in every empty cavity of his body.

Leto had always been there. Leto had always been a shining light in the black and the pain. Mordecai loved Leto as much as Mordecai loved anybody, and Mordecai never loved anybody (even himself) in the right way. He had always been aware of his faltering grip on reality, had always felt himself becoming caustic, but he had decided long before that he was helpless against it. This animal was what he was means to become, because the concept of life itself hates him.

And, the more he sank the harder it was to keep hold of Leto's hand. The surface was far above and she was there with who knows doing no idea, and he hated it. He hated her. It no longer mattered if she was happy with him, or if he was a thing worthy of loving in the first place. Somewhere, the wires got crossed and what was once the pillar to which he tied his small and shriveled heart was now another knife in his back, another laughing face behind his head.

She ran. She ran fast and ran far. She was correct to do so.


Ice manipulation - currently can create cold pockets in the air by turrning vapor to ice. If enough moisture is in the targeted area, it will create actual ice or frost, but it's unstable and weak.


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