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The Morskin are a splintered people, divided by culture, time, destruction, and their very own biology. Though once unified, the death of millions of their kind as a result of the Sacruxis Meltdown left their people split into many factions, each with their own leader (or leaders).

Kinsmeet- Silverstream Of The Five Clan Council
Silverstream is the chieftain of the Running River clan, her body adorn with grey scales that shimmer in the sun. Though the Kinsmeet has no official singular leader, Silverstream often serves as the forward face of the Kinsmeet towards the other clans, for though she is still young, she is a great diplomat. She known to be very kind to her fellow clanmates, often gifting them one of her own blue gem-scales for a job well done. They became almost badges of honour amongst the clan, and her clan loves Silverstream for her friendly attitude, often going on fishing runs with her fellow clanmates. Still, the job of chieftain weighs heavy on the young Morskin, and she often feels an imposter in her role, for she had only recently become chieftain after her father died in a sudden landslide. She is very insecure, and feels like she needs to prove herself to the other chieftains of the council.

Crypt Breakers- Balshid The Forgotten
One of the few Nullkin to survive the Sacruxis Meltdown, Balshid had to sever his own legs in order to escape certain demise. Only surviving due to the gratitude of several of his kin he managed to free before collapsing of blood loss, Balshid has rebuilt his body over the years, kept in operation by a formula of several goldbrews extending his life, and the tech that increasingly replaces his internals and externals. Becoming more and more of a machine, Balshid can't help but worry it has affected his already rage-filled mind, as he becomes more and more consumed by his hatred of the Sacruxis, his senses dulling and becoming more narrowly focused. He still looks out for his fellow clanmates to an extent, but even they can see that the heart filled with righteous rage and a desire for freedom that was present in his chest for so long is becoming cold, consumed by pain and hatred. There are even rumours he plans to leave the clan to engage in more... radical efforts.

The Designated- General Faltir
One of the few original officials that guarded the vault, Faltir is a courageous soul, the first to step out into the wider world of Forlus after hundreds of years spent within that dwindling vault. Tactical and noble, Faltir and his forces have begun to take many of the old cities of the Morskins back into the officials hands, as despite their few numbers, they have both weaponry and the insight of Faltir, who utilizes steel buildings as vantage points from which to fire upon the "savage" Morskins with ranged weaponry. Order must be restored to the cities, and only The Designated can bring it, in his opinion. He is known as a ruthless killer to other clans, yet to his own, he is a hero, reclaiming the old lands and bringing the starving vault-dwellers supplies for the future, and greater than that- hope.

Northrest- Calimartis
Leviathan's End is named for the grandiose bones of an ancient beast, far older than the Morskin settlement on Forlus, that surrounds the settlement with its rib cage. None has any idea of what the beast looked like, but if a guess were to be made, many say it would look like Calimartis. Long tentacles frame her wild eyes and sharpened fangs, her fur slick with icy-cold waters. She is the matriarch of the Northrest, leading them across the frigid lands of their island and occasionally to the mainland, where her howls of joy at the thrill of hunting can be heard for miles. Her multitudinous children also bear the fierce joy of their mother, and together, they live as the leviathan did. Hunt, eat, sleep, enjoy. She nor them are as dull as other clans often think, for they have learned something the other clans cannot. They have learned to be content, to live life to its fullest and look to the future instead of staying stuck in the past.

Sol Riders- Lutira and Nalbec
Silly. Clever. Deadly. One often goes through these cycles when interacting with these strange twins. Perhaps due to the unusual circumstance of their hatching, 2 hatchlings within a single very large egg, these twins appear to have some sort of Sap connection, where one can draw power from the other while retaining its power, an unusual trait that lets them shift energy from one body to another that makes each one essentially have the power of two Morskin to draw upon at any time (though doing so will inevitably lead to them bickering due to the supplicant of power being left essentially helpless for the duration of the fight) a power they often leverage over others in deals, as they aren't afraid of getting their talons dirty. Despite this, the general attitude of these twins would not lead one to suspect them of being so thug-ish when comes to deals, as they can seem almost comical otherwise. Nalbec is a shy, bookish nerd, always more concerned with the safety of the various flight apparatuses used by the Sol Riders, while Lutira is... much more outspoken. She really represents the speed of the Sol Riders, everything she does seeming almost in fast motion, being both quick in motion and mind. These twins are always trying to outcompete each other in both mechanical craft and wealth earned, and so they're known to be cutthroat in business- sometimes literally.

Sacruxis Tombguard- Epsilon
Epsilon was awoken 100 years before the others, to guard the tomb. He did not know why HE, of all sacruxis, was chosen. He was among the youngest, and he was among the many that tried and failed to stop Alpha's out-of-control powers. His powers were simply not as strong, not as developed. Perhaps he was expendable, as much as a Sacruxis could be. Pondering this, Epsilon spent many years in his vigil, his only companionship being the children of the children of the Sacruxis, the Monokin. Now, the Sacruxis have begun to mobilize once again, and Epsilon has been called upon once again. His devotion was indeed great- but what of his loyalty? The Sacruxis sent him out unto the world to perform their secret missions, and he obeyed as he always had. Still, resentment had begun to fester in him. Why did he obey? He was like them, so why did they always hide from him and cast him aside? It was in his inquisitive nature to ask many times, but not a single answer has been received. Loyalty gradually wears thin, as does patience.

The Morskin are a closed species owned by Cosmic-Corn , please don't make your own without permission.

Description
The Morskin are a splintered people, divided by culture, time, destruction, and their very own biology. Though once unified, the death of millions of their kind as a result of the Sacruxis Meltdown left their people split into many factions, each with their own leader (or leaders).

Kinsmeet- Silverstream Of The Five Clan Council
Silverstream is the chieftain of the Running River clan, her body adorn with grey scales that shimmer in the sun. Though the Kinsmeet has no official singular leader, Silverstream often serves as the forward face of the Kinsmeet towards the other clans, for though she is still young, she is a great diplomat. She known to be very kind to her fellow clanmates, often gifting them one of her own blue gem-scales for a job well done. They became almost badges of honour amongst the clan, and her clan loves Silverstream for her friendly attitude, often going on fishing runs with her fellow clanmates. Still, the job of chieftain weighs heavy on the young Morskin, and she often feels an imposter in her role, for she had only recently become chieftain after her father died in a sudden landslide. She is very insecure, and feels like she needs to prove herself to the other chieftains of the council.

Crypt Breakers- Balshid The Forgotten
One of the few Nullkin to survive the Sacruxis Meltdown, Balshid had to sever his own legs in order to escape certain demise. Only surviving due to the gratitude of several of his kin he managed to free before collapsing of blood loss, Balshid has rebuilt his body over the years, kept in operation by a formula of several goldbrews extending his life, and the tech that increasingly replaces his internals and externals. Becoming more and more of a machine, Balshid can't help but worry it has affected his already rage-filled mind, as he becomes more and more consumed by his hatred of the Sacruxis, his senses dulling and becoming more narrowly focused. He still looks out for his fellow clanmates to an extent, but even they can see that the heart filled with righteous rage and a desire for freedom that was present in his chest for so long is becoming cold, consumed by pain and hatred. There are even rumours he plans to leave the clan to engage in more... radical efforts.

The Designated- General Faltir
One of the few original officials that guarded the vault, Faltir is a courageous soul, the first to step out into the wider world of Forlus after hundreds of years spent within that dwindling vault. Tactical and noble, Faltir and his forces have begun to take many of the old cities of the Morskins back into the officials hands, as despite their few numbers, they have both weaponry and the insight of Faltir, who utilizes steel buildings as vantage points from which to fire upon the "savage" Morskins with ranged weaponry. Order must be restored to the cities, and only The Designated can bring it, in his opinion. He is known as a ruthless killer to other clans, yet to his own, he is a hero, reclaiming the old lands and bringing the starving vault-dwellers supplies for the future, and greater than that- hope.

Northrest- Calimartis
Leviathan's End is named for the grandiose bones of an ancient beast, far older than the Morskin settlement on Forlus, that surrounds the settlement with its rib cage. None has any idea of what the beast looked like, but if a guess were to be made, many say it would look like Calimartis. Long tentacles frame her wild eyes and sharpened fangs, her fur slick with icy-cold waters. She is the matriarch of the Northrest, leading them across the frigid lands of their island and occasionally to the mainland, where her howls of joy at the thrill of hunting can be heard for miles. Her multitudinous children also bear the fierce joy of their mother, and together, they live as the leviathan did. Hunt, eat, sleep, enjoy. She nor them are as dull as other clans often think, for they have learned something the other clans cannot. They have learned to be content, to live life to its fullest and look to the future instead of staying stuck in the past.

Sol Riders- Lutira and Nalbec
Silly. Clever. Deadly. One often goes through these cycles when interacting with these strange twins. Perhaps due to the unusual circumstance of their hatching, 2 hatchlings within a single very large egg, these twins appear to have some sort of Sap connection, where one can draw power from the other while retaining its power, an unusual trait that lets them shift energy from one body to another that makes each one essentially have the power of two Morskin to draw upon at any time (though doing so will inevitably lead to them bickering due to the supplicant of power being left essentially helpless for the duration of the fight) a power they often leverage over others in deals, as they aren't afraid of getting their talons dirty. Despite this, the general attitude of these twins would not lead one to suspect them of being so thug-ish when comes to deals, as they can seem almost comical otherwise. Nalbec is a shy, bookish nerd, always more concerned with the safety of the various flight apparatuses used by the Sol Riders, while Lutira is... much more outspoken. She really represents the speed of the Sol Riders, everything she does seeming almost in fast motion, being both quick in motion and mind. These twins are always trying to outcompete each other in both mechanical craft and wealth earned, and so they're known to be cutthroat in business- sometimes literally.

Sacruxis Tombguard- Epsilon
Epsilon was awoken 100 years before the others, to guard the tomb. He did not know why HE, of all sacruxis, was chosen. He was among the youngest, and he was among the many that tried and failed to stop Alpha's out-of-control powers. His powers were simply not as strong, not as developed. Perhaps he was expendable, as much as a Sacruxis could be. Pondering this, Epsilon spent many years in his vigil, his only companionship being the children of the children of the Sacruxis, the Monokin. Now, the Sacruxis have begun to mobilize once again, and Epsilon has been called upon once again. His devotion was indeed great- but what of his loyalty? The Sacruxis sent him out unto the world to perform their secret missions, and he obeyed as he always had. Still, resentment had begun to fester in him. Why did he obey? He was like them, so why did they always hide from him and cast him aside? It was in his inquisitive nature to ask many times, but not a single answer has been received. Loyalty gradually wears thin, as does patience.

The Morskin are a closed species owned by Cosmic-Corn , please don't make your own without permission.