Morty

Mask
Thin man, always clean shaved. Dresses in colorful cloths.

Mien
Corpse thin twisted lips, skin like old leather dead or otherwise.

Mantle
Around morty is the scent of harvest autumn leaves blowing in a warmth which grows cold as he settles. The sound of a beautiful and tragic song plays as he speaks.

Notable Traits

 * Purple Poncho (Hedge-spun)
 * Autumn Mantle ••••
 * Facial Scar 'Left' 

Personality
Morty is one of the most pleasant Gravewrites you will ever meet this could be because of his Antiquarian nature odd and spooky and only interested in "helping" weather that is good or bad is difficult to say but the idea is there.

Mortal World
Research assistance Morty's human life is mostly made up of walks int he park and reading books and Occult collection and working at the Winnick Archives.

Arcadia
Morty has no memory of his durance on the forgotten nightmares of a place of darkness and an eternal fear and knowledge of Fate and Magic. His Memories were sold during his escape to the goblin markets, there was something he didn't want to remember anymore.

Timeline
2009- Escape from Arcadia.

2010- Joined the Vassalage Oneriomancers Motley.

2014 - Douglas was lost in the dream and Morty and Squiddy sought the assistance of the Certain Hour.

2014- October Morty Encountered the Ringmaster for the first time and saved Hayley from his grasp. Escaping the hedge under complete Darkness through fate.

2014- November Fall out Canary was executed for havign disobeyed the orders of the monarch and trying to convince Changelings to return to Arcadia. Paddy cake was played as the Nemesis blade fell wielded by her brother.

2014-

Quotes
“The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.” ― Robert Frost