Death's Apprentices: MORDECAI

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Name: Mordecai Subahu Dharker

HP: 14

THREADCUTTER username: Anonymous

Gender: Male

Height: 6’2” (188 cm)

Level of spiritual awareness: Lvl 5: “Threads are slightly blurry but you can see them fine without too much effort.”

Title: Full Time Hunter

Personality: Charming | Smooth | Polite | Intellectual | Manipulative | Cruel | Calculating | Egotistical | Obsessive Compulsive | Murderous

“Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.”

If Mordecai could get what he wanted by treating people as lesser beings that don’t exist, this would be how he’d treat everyone. Since this isn’t the case, however, he has taken special pains to hone his Charisma into one of his greatest weapons, alongside his intellect. Indeed, if he desires it, you’d never know talking to him that he’d much rather shove his cane down your throat than mix words with you. 

‘Suffering’ from a rather severe case of Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder, Mordecai requires control and precision out of everything in his life; from his calculative plans and schemes, right down to the order in which his clothing hangs in his closet. Absolutely nothing can be out of place, everything to according to plan, all must be clean and orderly, organized and in its designated space….or else. He attempts to keep this low key when he can, as he recognizes it is a weakness others can exploit, and also because it lifts the curtain on his less than charming side he tries so hard to keep hidden, which is filled with quiet, murderous rage. Some particularly aggravating triggers are when people touch his things, disrupt his perfect order, or ruin some pristine possession of his (i.e. get blood on his clothes, he hates that, he really does).

Though he’s not one to shy away from murdering for gain, Mordecai is wise enough to know when and when not to kill someone. After all, there are other just as cruel ways of getting back at someone for crossing him. And though he will never truly concede that someone is above him in anything, he will allow himself to work with (and even more rarely for) others, but only if it serves some purpose to him. He is the one who uses people, and hates when others attempt to use him.

Weapon of Death:  Cane Sword.  He never actually owned one in life, the weapon is more of a manifestation of his personality; posh, clean, efficient, deceptive, and deadly. It suits him. 

Cell phone: iPhone 5s (in Black~)

Obituary: 

-Born June 2nd, 1950- Died December 12, 1978

-Fell to his death off the roof of a building five stories high

Bio: (this is still so long after so many edits, I’ll try and continue to cut down on it, but for now, I’m sorry;;; )

Despite his posh appearance, Mordecai’s life did not start off so lavishly.  He was born in 1950, in a Bengali settlement in London, in a small room of a cramped and crowded property. His father was a lascar, a sailor from India employed by the British navy during the second World War, while his mother was a Jewish baker. He viewed his parents no differently than he viewed the others who lived in the cramped building with them; they were nothing more than ignorant immigrants and poor working people. From a very early age, Mordecai knew he was nothing like them, that he didn’t belong there on that street or in that crowded building. Unlike the immigrants and settlers he lived around, he had the benefit of being well versed in both tongues of his parents and was therefore able to attend school, where he excelled far above his peers, even those with more privileged backgrounds than his own. Knowledge was his greatest tool for escaping the hole in which he lived, and he clung to it, reading any book he could get his hand on, stealing them when he could. 

But there were other reasons besides being educated that separated Mordecai from the other immigrants and settlers. The signs of an obsessive compulsive personality became evident before he’d even reached adolescence, and he suffered greatly in the cramped and unclean housing. What few possessions he had, mainly the books he’d stolen, he kept in neat alphabetical order beneath a loose floorboard, so that the other people sharing the room with him could not tarnish them. His clothing he kept neatly folded in a corner next to the small old mattress that served as his and another’s bed; a large and rather unclean man named Akash. Mordecai loathed him the most out of the rest, often forced off the bed or right to the edge, so great was his desire to not touch Akash; who was aware of this and exploited it, often rolling over just to upset the boy. He would also delight in rifling through Mordecai’s clothes, laughing as Mordecai stared at him with a look of such seething hate, knowing there was nothing he could do about it no matter how much it bothered him. But it was when Akash found Mordecai’s secret stash of books and possessions, that the boy finally snapped.

—

One day, Mordecai came in to find Akash and others living there sitting next to the area where he kept his things. Akash had opened up the floorboard and pulled out the books haphazardly, leaving them lying in disarray on the dirty floor. Others were flicking through them, bending the pages and spines. Mordecai was transfixed with horrified shock where he stood in the door, unable to process what was happening until Akash lifted up one of his most prized trinkets besides the books, a fancy silver pocket watch he had pick pocketed from an upperclass gentleman. The gross man caught sight of Mordecai’s expression and grinning nastily at him, pocketed the watch to presumably sell later. It was then that, without warning, Mordecai rushed at him, screaming and attacking him. This surprised Akash, but being a large man, he easily threw the enraged boy off him, laughing at him, before leaving. 

It was as though a new level of hatred had opened up in Mordecai, but as he sat there panting and staring at the remnants of his possessions, he actually grew calm. Without speaking to any of the others around him, he took the books and everything they had touched and dumped it into the fire, and then left as well. 

Akash never returned to the building. He went to a curry house for his meal as he did everyday, the strong spices masking the other strange flavor he might have noticed otherwise. He did not get halfway through the alley to their street after before collapsing and vomiting his food and blood. Struggling, he tried to crawl to the street or call for help, but could not as blood heaved out of him. As he lay there dying, he heard footsteps, rolling his eyes in his head to look desperately to the person. It was Mordecai, standing there quietly and staring down at him, just out of his reach and range of his vomit. He was not smiling, but there was an odd look on his face as he watched Akash struggle towards him, sputtering at him, and then finally, collapse permanently. Waiting until the man was perfectly still, Mordecai reached carefully into his pocket, retrieved his prized pocket watch, and then walked away calmly to go clean it. 

—

The incident with Akash was the first time Mordecai had killed. But it was not the last. 

Devoting himself to leaving that place and the people he hated, he set his sights on college. He took up a bookkeeping job in a small bookstore, consuming book after book, throwing himself into his school work and studies. Besides just studying books, Mordecai also studied people. Observing the wealthy elite of London, he worked to dispel anything that might work against him; he discarded the dialect of his father, speaking in an articulate and proper British manner. He dropped the quiet sullenness of his youth, becoming diplomatic and charismatic like any posh young gentleman. He had always been very adept at deceiving and manipulating people, and so charm became one of his new tools for doing this.

But despite all his work, all his changes, in the end he did not obtain the scholarship to attend one of the most prestigious institutes in Britain; it instead went to one of his schoolmates, an English boy with family connections, who had never once made a better grade than Mordecai on a paper. The spark of murderous hate was once more lit. Knowing he was the runner-up for the scholarship should the other lad back out, Mordecai found him one night while the other was out celebrating his award at some bars. Once more in the confines of an alley, Mordecai snuck up on the heavily drunken lad with a broken bottle he had procured from the trash bins of the bar, and took a slash at his throat, to make it look as though he had gotten in a fight. He succeeded in his desire, but was also horrified when blood from the throat wound splattered onto him. Not because it sickened him that he’d just killed the boy so directly, but because he had ruined one of his perfect articles of clothing. Disgusted, he burned them later behind his building.

Later that week he was given the scholarship, and left behind his life in the Bengali settlement for good. 

—

From then on, Mordecai went through his life using whatever means necessary to achieve his ends, or to get back at those who crossed him. If a fellow college student gave him a hard time for how well he did in class, they would undoubtedly find themselves expelled for some crime they had not committed but were clearly implicated in. If a professor failed him because of his background or ethnicity, they were found to have hung themselves in their office, clearly the strain of teaching having proved too much for them. And if anyone dared to try hazing him by throwing his belongings out into the courtyard and in the dorm bathrooms, they just disappeared entirely. 

Though getting away with everything due to his careful plotting, and because no one suspected the charming young man he came off as to be such a murderous villain, Mordecai finally made a mistake after starting grad school. Planning on one day obtaining the prestigious title of ‘professor’, Mordecai applied for a teaching assistant position that would pave the way to his success. But as had happened before with his scholarship, he was once more just beaten out by another classmate, a girl this time. Unable to accept that she was simply the better candidate, Mordecai immediately concluded that she had some connection or unfair advantage just as the boy had before, and set a plot into motion to get rid of her. Using some deceitful pretext, he managed to meet with her on the roof of a tall building, where he planned to stage her ‘suicide’. He had made one fatal miscalculation however; he assumed the girl was not smart enough to be wary of him, when in fact she was suspicious of him from the start. And she had come prepared in case her suspicions of him threatening her proved true. When he made to force her over the side of the building, she managed to retaliate by blinding him with pepper spray she had kept hidden in her hand. Blinded, Mordecai had stumbled back….and over the very edge he had just been trying to throw her.

—

Mordecai had only just registered that he was going to die as he plummeted down, when he suddenly opened his eyes and found himself in a field of flowers, with Death herself standing before him. It had been hard for Mordecai to accept that his life, which had been so perfectly planned and laid out before him, was now over without warning. He had always been so in control of everything, he had forgotten some things were entirely out of his control, and death was one of them. Temporarily lost without his life’s ambition or aspirations, he begrudgingly took up the post of apprentice reaper Death had so ‘graciously’ offered him.

Mordecai found quickly enough that he despised being an apprentice. Unlike his fellow apprentices, it wasn’t the fact that he was ‘killing’ people that bothered him, but the fact that he was being used as some mindless workforce, doing the bidding of some ‘higher’ being. He found it beyond demeaning, and reminiscent of how his father and the other ignorant people he’d grown up with had led their life. Sheep under a more powerful, knowledgeable shepherd, blindly following without question and content to be as they were. And so not long after his death, he fled to the living world, resuming his former ambition to become a Professor, though in death, all his past aspirations now felt hollow. He quickly became bored, his only solace that he could continue to consume knowledge, though even that no longer was enough. There was some knowledge that he could not obtain through books alone, knowledge that only Fate and Death knew, the knowledge that gave them power over the rest of them. 

To find out this knowledge became Mordecai’s new goal, and his first step in acquiring it was to join the group known as Hunters, the opposers of Death and Fate.

Stats: 14

STR: 0 | Is ‘fit’ for a man of his stature, average strength for his build, but nothing special. He’s an intellectual, not a boxer.

DEX: 2 | Fenced in his college days. Also has some skill in sleight of hand from when he would steal things in his youth.

CON: 0 | Of average constitution, equal to his strength and size. He spent most of his life reading, studying, and avoiding work like anyone who wants to be truly ‘posh’. However, he does possess some slight hardiness from his less than desirable environment growing up.

INT: 5 | Knowledge and intellect has always been Mordecai’s main source of power. He still considers it his most important weapon in his arsenal, and is never satiated in his desire for more knowledge, continuously consuming materials in all manner of subjects and seeking out new venues of learning. With a supposed eternity to look forward to, his endgame is basically to become a true ‘know-it-all’. 

WIS: 3 | When one is gifted with such intellect and charisma, it pays to know how to use it. Mordecai will usually make the right call at the right time, and though he prefers to plan all his actions out beforehand, his good judgement and wit can aid him when he is forced to make spontaneous decisions. The greatest flaw that can work against his wisdom, however, is his pride.

CHA: 4 | Besides his intellect, his (false)charm is his second greatest weapon. A regular ol’ snake charmer, he possesses a very persuasive and smooth countenance that makes him very adept at deceiving and manipulating others. Though people might think there’s something off about him, most cannot help but like him. He even convinced a nasty old raven into being his cohort.

Extra: 

-Wears mostly, if not entirely, black.

-Resides mainly in London, in a flat above an old bookstore.

-Has a ‘pet’ raven named Yorick.  Although he's more like a business partner, at least in the raven's eyes. After fleeing back to the living world and establishing himself there, Mordecai came across the bird with a heavily injured eye and wing hiding in a corner outside his building. Though his usual reaction would be to keep walking and let the nasty little thing die, Mordecai had become aware of birds' usefulness while he was an apprentice, and rescued the raven. The wing healed but the eye did not. Knowing the mere act of saving it would not in-debt the spiteful thing to him, Mordecai made a deal with it, pointing out that with only one eye, its chances of survival were now reduced, and that in return for its loyalty and services, Mordecai would lend his protection and services. Being of an intelligent bird species, the raven saw the wisdom in such a deal, and accepted. It now serves as Mordecai's 'eye-in-the-sky', a sort of spy and useful tool for Mordecai to garner information.

-Usually has a book or a cup of tea in hand, or both.

-Is an avid collector; his collections range from books, dark naturalist artifacts, teas, to even skulls, poisons, and weapons. And of course, everything is neatly categorized and organized.

-He also has a pet black cobra

-Also hidden is his prized pocket watch from his youth, which looks like this: img1.etsystatic.com/048/0/6703…

-what I'd like to think he sounds like (don't judge me, just let those buttery tones roll over you, thats it, shhhhh)- www.youtube.com/watch?v=AvL1Ij…

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