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[mercymorn]

PLAYER

NAME: Julie
CONTACT: quadrille, journal pm, or comment here (all comments are screened)! discord available on request
ACTIVE TIMES/PACE: evenings in EST, and tag pace is somewhere between every couple days vs. every couple weeks tbh. the last few years have not been good and i have turned into a snail as a result.
OOC OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: none!

PLAYING PREFERENCES

BACKTAGGING: genuinely, always. if it's a pretty frivolous/superficial scene i might want to drop/wrap it after 6 months or so, but if it's important & still interesting to us, i can keep going forever.
THREADHOPPING: network, go for it. in-person threads, pls check first.
BRACKETS/PROSE: vaguely prefer present-tense prose, but happy to use brackets.
EXPLICIT SEX: yes, altho mercy is Not Likely as a prospect (see below re: shipping prefs)
EXPLICIT GORE/VIOLENCE: yes, and it's a core part of her canon
NOT INTERESTED IN: torture porn & sexual assault

IN CHARACTER

NAME: Mercymorn (whilom ???) the First, Saint of Joy, Second Saint to Serve the King Undying, one of his fists and his gestures.
CANON: Tamsyn Muir's The Locked Tomb series
CANON POINT: Post-Harrow the Ninth
AGE: 10,000+
FIRST IMPRESSION & SUMMARY: A necromancer, anatomist, and flesh magician from the Eighth House. Physically tiny but incredibly powerful. Like all necromancers, she can manipulate the body, but she's specialised in flesh, nerves, glands, and knowing the body down to the cellular level: she can assess what's wrong, regrow limbs, rip it open, spark the generation of specific hormones, paralyse someone's muscles, etc. Looks like a pint-sized woman with peach-coloured hair. Is sharp and clever, but extremely short-tempered and somewhat histrionic. Is not joyful whatsoever.

PHYSICAL AFFECTION: No, absolutely not, unless your name is Cristabel Oct.
PHYSICAL VIOLENCE: Yes and yes. Mercymorn is a flesh magician, which is a pretty terrifying set of powers, and she can kill people with a touch.
ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS: Very likely not, because she is Hard Mode™ and mostly only absorbed in Cristabel and possibly her [itscomplicated.jpg] with Augustine the First. There's not much other room in her heart, considering it's a shriveled withered little thing.
SEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS: Not likely, outside of the aforementioned relationships
FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS: Yes! All the dysfunctional family!! Give her magical mentees who she will begrudgingly teach and take under her wing. Give her cavaliers. Give her immortal peers who she'll grow fond of, even as it annoys her.
PSYCHIC & PSIONIC INFORMATION: Her mind probably feels real fucked up, what with its livewire connection to literal death, and the fact that it's entwined with Cristabel Oct's spirit. (The necromancer/cavalier relationship is complicated.)
MAGICAL INFORMATION: Flesh magic. Like all necromancers, she can manipulate the body — but as a Lyctor, she's one of the most powerful necromancers ever walking, and has specialised in flesh, nerves, glands, and knowing the body down to the cellular level. She can assess what's wrong, regrow limbs, rip it open, spark the generation of specific hormones, paralyse someone's muscles, etc.

The spear was removed. You still remembered acutely what that felt like. In the midst of that sensation, quick, light fingertips tapped a symphony over your back, arresting the flow of blood, seizing your flesh, cutting off circulatory shock; it was only then that you really began to understand what Mercymorn could do. With another fingertip, she tapped above your eyebrow, and your pituitary gland spewed out a flood of neuropeptides that immediately replaced the adrenaline squirting through your system.

Anatomist. What else to call Mercy's power? As a Lyctor, you could read a human body's thanergy and thalergy like a book — but a picture book with helpful arrows pointing at places of interest, laying them naked and open to you. If you looked at Ianthe, however, you saw nothing. [...] You could press your hand to Ianthe's chest, if you wanted — which you didn't, naturally — and the blood-warm sternum beneath would gradually unfold for you. But it would take effort, and close contact, and you would need to know the sternum.

Mercymorn the First knew the sternum. Mercymorn the First knew the pericardial fat, the soft-tissue secrets of the mediastinum, the false-heart shape of the thymus. You might have to press your whole palm to Ianthe's breastbone — doubtless — and take valuable seconds to search out the bone, and the things behind the bone, their characters, their locations. Mercymorn could pinpoint your pineal gland with the merest touch to the skull. This was not due to some Lyctoral power that she alone possessed, no honed necromantic theorem; as God had told you, she had simply memorised the body, by rote, over the course of ten thousand years. She had studied the measurements and their range of differences, and on the rare occasions when she needed to assume where something was or how it worked, her assumptions had the accuracy of ten thousand years' experience. What Mercy didn't know about the body wasn't just not worth knowing, said the Emperor; if she didn't know it, it hadn't existed previously.

MEDICAL INFORMATION: Healthy, fit, and immortal, with an ever-regenerating body which can automatically repair horrifying damage.
IC OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: None especially; Mercymorn's biggest trigger was mentions of Cristabel but she is alive and well here, so...
WARNINGS APPLICABLE TO BACKSTORY: War crimes, genocide, deicide, grief from the suicide of loved ones, plus lots of body horror & visceral violence re: necromancy.

code originally by kimmiserate