Morita vex

Backstory

Morita was once a revered dragon sage, a guardian of the Zenith Spiral—a celestial path said to lead to ascension. She was chosen to guard the sacred relics of time, bone, and starlight.

But when a famine of light fell upon the realm—when the sky itself began to dim—Morikai watched her sisters die, her kind crumble, and the Spiral collapse. She begged the stars for aid.

And when none answered, she took what remained—dragon hearts, dying bones, and forbidden truths. In her greed for survival and meaning, she bound them to herself… becoming something neither dragon nor sage.

Now, she wanders the husks of once-great civilizations, dragging her chain weapon like a mourning bell, harvesting what power remains. She tells herself it's to restore the Spiral—but deep down, she knows: it’s because she cannot stop taking.

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Abilities

🐉 Dragon Remnant

Wields fragments of dead dragons as armor and power.

Can summon bone dragons from the ground to fight temporarily—fractured, mindless echoes.

Her roar fractures bone and disrupts energy patterns, especially divine light or hope-based magic.

☠️ Bonebinding

Manipulates bones—her own, others’, even remnants in the soil.

Can create spears, shields, or restraining traps out of calcified remains.

Uses her own ribs as projectiles or hooks, regrowing them slowly through zenith light.

🌌 Zenith Drain

Absorbs dying energy—sunlight at dusk, fading flames, last breaths—to empower himself.

In moments of near-death, her power spikes violently, drawing from the inevitable collapse of things.

Can turn starlight into jagged, radiant attacks if standing on hallowed or cursed ground.

💀 Sin of Greed – "Devour the Dying"

In battle, when opponents weaken or falter, Morita becomes faster, deadlier, and hungrier.

She steals their techniques, absorbs part of their soul-energy, and reworks it into her bone arsenal.

Overuse of this form causes her body to fracture, leak light, and destabilize—but she never stops unless forced.

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Weapon – Gravetide (Kusarigama)

The sickle end slices through spiritual defenses; it cuts purpose, not just flesh.

The chain moves like a serpent, extending impossibly far, wrapping around ideals and dragging them down.

The weighted end pulses with collapsing zenith energy—each strike carries the regret of a star’s death

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