Name: Morio Nash

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Hair: Hickory Brown

Eyes: Sapphire Blue

Distinguishing Marks: Morio has the greatest smile that the Maker has ever crafted or dreamed of, it would even knock the socks off of Pope Goode, if only for a moment or two. A lifetime eating just enough to survive has prevented Morio's teeth from degrading like your average pauper and commoner. His eyes are bright and tireless on most any day of the week, but when Morio is stuck in a bad spot he looks weary beyond his years. His clothing is noticeably shabby, a ragtag collection of scraps and articles far beyond their intended usage.

General Appearance: Morio is lean, not quite skin and bones, but he has not an ounce of fat on his body. He stands a bit taller than other men his age and this makes him look lanky and stretched out. Almost. His shoulders are also broad and he carries himself with impeccable posture. Seriously, you could balance an egg on top of a marble on top of a stack of books on this guys head. He puts professional soldiers to shame with his at-attention stance, he... you get the picture.

Morio's hands are often dirty, as his face is too, often smudged with the dirt and grime of a street pauper. He carries a satchel containing all of his possessions; a journal running dangerously low on blank pages, a pen and some watered down ink, three feet of string, a wooden bowl and cup, and a necklace made of opal and silver, an entirely out of place object on his person that he keeps wrapped in a dirty rag, so as not to arouse suspicion of where he got it.

His smile is readily apparent and is probably the reason he hasn't starved to death yet. His voice is rather soothing in cadence and tone, and he can sing proficiently. Morio's hair is kept cut in a shaggy style, not for fashion but because it's all he can afford for himself. Despite his clearly destitute station, Morio walks with pride and assurance that might be the envy of the wealthiest folk in all of Cape Fortuna.

HISTORY

Personality: "Upbeat" doesn't quite nail it, and neither does "optimistic". In a word, Morio is "hopeful", and in two words, "Unapologetically hopeful". Among the hungry and the heart broken, Morio is a voice and posture of the coming dawn. Far from being a fool, or somebody given to fanciful flights of baseless happiness, Morio is entirely aware of his dire position at the bottom of the lowest rung of the Cape Fortuna hierarchy. He makes no attempt to justify his suffering as anything beyond what it is, no attempts to ennoble his experiences. His strength lies in his ability to interpret this suffering, this pain and the frustrations of the hopeless. These earthly experiences are useful for something, he reasons, and it must be something beyond the physical.

He doesn't get preachy about it, either.

But he does write every thought he has in his journals, a skill and a habit encouraged and taught by the monks before the procurement of food became everybody's station and obligation. Morio found an incredible freedom in the written word, could find anecdotal and allegorical meaning in every event of his life. In a way, he's a wandering philosopher, albeit one with no false ideas about his station. Morio fully expects to die a hungry death, but he will do everything he can to make some kind of meaning from it.

This predilection for deep pondering can be rather frustrating for those people close to him. He searches for meaning in almost everything, and this nigh-obsession can become overbearing. His strength at examining life from a distance also means that he can distance himself from his own emotions when he is experiencing interpersonal trouble, and this separation from the emotional is often seen as an uncaring perspective. But Morio feels as much, or maybe more than, other people, and these actions are his only method of processing intense emotional exchanges.

He is generous, willing to give up all that he has for the betterment of others. His laugh is quick and joyful, and he is unable to stand by and ignore injustices when he is able to right the wrongs done. He generally has no love for the cruel and the vapid, and can be quite rude to these individuals.

Sexual Preferences: Heterosexual, and pretty vanilla about it too

House (Major or Minor House): House "Spare coin, sir?"

About Your Character: Morio was born in Breiton, and made the voyage to Cape Fortuna as a very young child, one of the youngest to ever survive the trip. His father was a brick maker and crossed the ocean to make a fortune building a new world. Sadly he didn't survive a month and succumbed to a bizarre case of exposure. This left Morio with his mother and six siblings, penniless and without a source of income. His mother promptly became a prostitute when they made land in an effort to support her family, which she was able to do. Morio was the youngest of his siblings and never really understood what was happening, but he learned to hate the exhausted and sad look in his mother's face when she scrimped up spare coin to feed the family.

Morio was twelve when he decided to leave. It was partially to ease the efforts of his mother, but it was largely because he hated watching her live her life. It made him angry in a terrible way.

He was caught sniffing around the kitchen near the church, and was fed leftovers from the monks. They taught the bright young boy how to read and how to write in their spare time in a human act of kindness, some attempt to give the boy an escape from the misery his life attracted.

Morio doesn't have much of a history, unless one was to recount the days and years of him begging for food and coin to stave off starvation. Three years prior to the start of the game, he began to approach his station differently. While the other beggars... begged, I should say... Morio struck up conversations with shopkeepers and the wealthy, would engage them in verbal interchanges that were always friendly and never rude, would lift their spirits and compliment them thoroughly. When asked what his station was, Morio would lightly reveal that he was a homeless pauper, but one who refused to make a living on pity any longer. He would make friends and live from their kindness. Inevitably the subjects of his conversation took the hint, would smile and nod in appreciation for a game well played. They would give Morio coin, as a kindness and not out of pity. Or they would invite him to stop by their shops at the end of the day for first dibs on throwaway food.

And when Morio accepted the coin and the food, he would turn around and share all that he could with his fellow paupers. No man should have to beg for the pity of his fellow, Morio penned one day, and he lives by this philosophy.

All of Morio's time is spent listening to conversations, observing exchanges, and ruminating on yesterday. There is a hidden meaning behind everything, he says, a greater truth at play. The Maker is the conductor of this song, but he is not the writer. Morio would argue that he writes the song, and so does his neighbor, and every other living creature across this great world.