Old Crow's Cry
“Listen, if you can’t cover the costs or whatever, I don’t care much for the pay. The galaxies are vast and unforgiving. I’m not about to leave anybody stranded out there if they don’t got the cash…”
A rather laidback mechanic traveling the cosmos, helping people who need it. He rides a motorcycle powered by Quantum energy, towards something— or someone— far from his reach.
Character Overview
“Listen, if you can’t cover the costs or whatever, I don’t care much for the pay. The galaxies are vast and unforgiving. I’m not about to leave anybody stranded out there if they don’t got the cash…”
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A rather laidback mechanic traveling the cosmos, helping people who need it. He rides a motorcycle powered by Quantum energy, towards something— or someone— far from his reach.
Rarity: ★★★★
Combat Path: Erudition
Combat Type: Quantum
How to obtain: Dusty Trail's Lone Star
Morgan is a Quantum DPS character on the path of Erudition. Most of his damage comes from follow up attacks he performs after an ally Weakness Break.
Personality
A rather easygoing man who travels the cosmos as a mechanic-for-hire. While outwardly friendly and rather playful around the right people, Morgan has his own mess of hang ups that he has kept to himself for most of his life. The only people he has ever shown disdain towards are members of the Interastral Peace Corporation due to past dealings with them, going so far as to refusing to answer their calls for help if nearby.Around Boothill, Morgan is distant and awkward, unable to hold conversation or eye contact with him for very long. He always has a guilty look on his face when talking with him. After his companion quest, Morgan and Boothill are on better terms and even promise to assist each other if the situation occurs.
Appearance
Morgan is brown-skinned, his top lip stylistically colored a darker shade than his bottom. His hair is dark blue and rather shaggy, stopping just past his shoulders and kept half up in a ponytail. His eyes are a gold/amber shade, the pupils drawn as a shade lighter than his irises. He wears a serious expression, as if troubled.Morgan wears faded blue coveralls with the sleeves folded up to his elbows and the collar unbuttoned slightly to reveal the shirt he wears underneath it. He wears leather gloves on both hands, wearing a red bandana around his right wrist and a digital watch on his left. Over his coveralls, Morgan wears leather riding chaps that flare out into a bell bottom style, and split with a blue accent. He wears old work boots, worn and stressed from years of work, and a tool belt with the necessary equipment. In his back pocket is a work towel.Depicted in his Eidolon 6 art, Morgan has a tattoo of a crow with its wings spread open on his back.
Part 1
The day the fifth, maybe sixth, child of a sizable family in Aeragan-Epharshel was born was a joyous one. Both parents adored their children so very much, that even their final child, a daughter, was given the fanfare they felt she deserved.
Morgan, however, soon realized that his mother and father were not as they seemed. The older he got, the more hateful they became. It became apparent to the child that he could no longer rely on the two people who brought him into this world, unless he were to completely and utterly let go of his true self. To Morgan, at the time, that was a fate worse than death.It was not always bad in Aeragan-Epharshel. Lucky to have friends who respected him, Morgan found solace in another family rather than his own, and found himself sneaking off to play with the children there often. The fathers of that family would often tease the boy for visiting, but never questioned him directly.One of the sons, however, was a little more blunt than most— perhaps out of curiosity, but deep down Morgan felt safe enough to indulge in his secret with him. The two talked a lot, and it was expected. Being closest in age, how could they not hit it off?Growing up, the townsfolk would never see one without the other. Wherever the boy went, it was certain that Morgan would soon follow after, or wait patiently for him. That boy had a penchant for risk, for trouble, and as his friend he would have done anything to stick by him— “someone’s gotta cover for you somehow, dummy.”Yes, life wasn’t always bad in Aeragan-Epharshel. By the time he was an adult, Morgan had long since forgotten his fear of his own family, now replaced with the warmth of his friend whom he loved dearly. While he lived by himself now, his visits were more frequent, and soon enough he was met with a new addition to his friend’s large family.Yeah… life wasn’t bad at all, wasn’t it?
Part 2
For the first time in his life, Morgan feared death more than his own family.
The arrivals on the planet were small at first. Swanky ships and men clad in black pouring out of them with their armed entourage would come to the locals to talk business. Everyone knew what their presence meant for their beloved home, and for the first time in his life, Morgan feared death more than anything.At first he was supportive of rebelling against these men. Whatever guns and equipment was stolen, Morgan and a few other friends would do their best to fashion them for the cowboys’ use. Their efforts would work for a while, keeping the foreigners at bay, though only for a short moment.One by one, Morgan watched as his friends died at the hands of these men in black. Each death only brought him to the same conclusion. He was scared of dying. He didn’t want him to die either.“That’s why,” Morgan pleaded that night, doing his best to keep his voice hushed as he watched his friend change into a uniform he had stolen days prior— a uniform they’d both come to hate more than anything, “we have to go— all of us. It ain’t safe anymore.”“You think leavin’s gonna make it any better? You just wanna skip town and leave everybody else? Our own home?” His friend’s voice was cold and bubbled with anger, understandably so. Morgan only grit his teeth, unable to tear his eyes away.“No,” he admitted, his eyes stinging with a certain kind of hurt, “but it’s better than…”A mere second passed and the man before Morgan let out a gruff sigh as he walked right past him, “I don’t got time for this—“Desperate hands grabbed onto the man’s wrist, stopping him in his tracks. The tears that had threatened to spill were already rolling down Morgan’s face, blurring his vision as he was forced to look at only his friend’s stark white hair against the black uniform. Those quiet sniffles and sobs that filled the room said everything he couldn’t bring himself to say— “please don’t do this. Let’s just take your family and go. I can’t lose you, anybody but you.”Morgan’s cries fell on deaf ears, and his friend yanked his arm from the other’s grip, moving on into the cover of night. Frustrated, Morgan yelled at him.“Then die…! Damn it, go get yourself killed then!”Even as he watched him leave, as a raging storm of emotions swirled inside of him, Morgan needed to find his friend’s family— so he ran amidst the chaos, stumbling through rubble and shielding himself from nearby gunfire and explosions. The smoke in the air burned his lungs, mixing with the permeated scent of death, and Morgan only pushed himself further. He kept running and running until he found the farmland he considered his second home, scorched and ruined by the people who claimed to be interested in “business.”Morgan cried out the names of the people who lived here, yelling even when his voice grew hoarse and as he choked on the blackened air around him. His hands burned as he attempted to pull away the scorched rubble of his childhood, and his stomach twisted at the familiar sight of hands he held, faces he kissed.I have to go back for him, he thought, I have to find him—The chaos behind Morgan grew closer, and he was left with no choice but to keep running. He couldn’t turn back, even as he attacked a lone soldier who had been lounging in his ship during everything. It was only when he knew he was far enough from everything, did Morgan look back finally. Aeragan-Epharshel, the place he called home, looked like a burning speck surrounded by black ships, similar to the one he commandeered.Everyone is gone. People Morgan worked with, a family he adored, a friend he loved more than anything. It was all gone.This loneliness, this growing guilt, was a fate worse than death.
Part Three
After years away from home, Morgan returned to Aeragan-Epharshel— under the guise of a merchant needing to restock and refuel.
It was awful, to say the least. The lush plains and forests Morgan grew up exploring were burned to the ground that day, but now industrial style buildings were built over that land. Handful of survivors from the invasion were forced to live on reservations, relying on the exporting of that damned ore the IPC had apparently been drooling over like a kid in a candy store.“You’ve been staring around aimlessly for a while now, sir,” the voice of the shopkeeper before Morgan pulled him from his thoughts, and he regarded the boy sheepishly, “you alright?”“Yeah,” Morgan lied through his teeth, cracking a small smile as he placed the supplies he needed onto the countertop. He looked around some more as the beep of the items being scanned filled his ears, staring out the windows of the store and along the gray town before him.“Hope you don’t mind me askin’, but I read in some archives that Aeragan-Epharshel looked a lil’ more, ah… lively, than this.”The shopkeeper gave Morgan a hum as he put the supplies in a bag and pushed it towards his customer. “It did, when I was younger. IPC saw the planet’s potential and settled in.”“… I see.”Even with the new twisted roads, Morgan followed his gut as he wandered. He cared little for the lingering stares he got from the IPC who were stationed here, his heart set on finding at least one thing that stayed the same. It took a while, considering he had to evade some soldiers, but Morgan eventually found what he was looking for.To his surprise, the base the cowboys used was never found by the IPC, evident by the thick layer of dust over everything. Using the back light of his phone, Morgan waved the light over the room, taking it all in as he walked around. Memories of his friends flooded his mind, all of them slowly fading one by one as each of them died by the hands of the enemy.One face stood out in his memory, brows furrowed together just like that night. As if reliving the past, a heavy lump formed in Morgan’s throat, and he squatted down in an attempt to hide and make himself smaller. Hot tears welled up from his eyes and fell to the floor as Morgan wept silently, his tears disturbing the dust that had settled on the ground long ago.As far as he was concerned, Morgan should have died too that day.
part four
Morgan never expected his little business to really pick up, but it did. Who knew people in space were more than happy to let his sorry ass onto their ships to fix some stuff up?
There was one rule to his business, though— never serve the IPC dogs. Plain and simple. It usually got Morgan into some trouble, a snarky comment here or a threat to his quiet drifter life there, but he stopped caring a long time ago. Those prissy officers could whine all they want, but their threats were always empty, and Morgan had very little left to lose.On occasion, Morgan’s clients would gossip while he worked, and he had grown a bad habit of being nosy because of it.“Apparently the IPC’s been really biting the curb these days— one of those divisions of theirs?”“I heard about that! I wonder who they ticked off to get this much attention?”It shouldn’t have pleased him, really it shouldn’t, yet the more bad news Morgan heard, the harder it was to conceal the twitch at his lips as they curled into a smile. He didn’t feel shame for how he felt. Interastral Peace Corporation… their name itself was an utter joke to him. Luckily, it seemed like the guy who’s been giving the IPC a hard time shared the same sentiment.Eventually, Morgan found himself tuning in to the news more often, letting it play in the background while he worked on smaller projects. He’d heard spectacular stories from across the cosmos while he worked— a group of Nameless assisting in stopping a Stellaron crisis in Jarilo-VI, the Xianzhou Alliance containing an Emanator of Destruction… It all reminded him of the stories he used to read about when he was a child.One report in particular, however, piqued Morgan’s interest— so much so that he nearly dropped a wrench into the chassis of whatever project he was occupying himself with.“The Marketing Developmental Department of the Interastral Peace Corporation has experienced another attack from the mysterious Galaxy Ranger, Boothill. Witnesses claim the suspect to have stark white hair with blackened streaks…”To Morgan, anybody could have hair like that, yet his stomach twisted uncomfortably. Gulping, he turned to look at the display screen to his right, catching the moment the newscast showed a wanted image of the IPC’s current headache.White hair with black streaks, a gray-eyed gaze that pierced right through the screen, those distinct marks under his eye… and that damn grin.
A wave of emotions crashed through Morgan’s body, and he stared at the screen in disbelief even after the image disappeared from the screen. He thought he died— in fact, Morgan knew all of the cowboys perished that day, so how? How was he still alive?Would he be happy to see Morgan again after everything they said to each other?Morgan couldn’t bring himself to think of the outcome, he was too scared— and yet all he wanted in that moment as he paid attention to wherever the IPC was going next was…“I want to see you again.”
About Boothill...
"Around Boothill, Morgan is distant and awkward, unable to hold conversation or eye contact with him for very long. He always has a guilty look on his face when talking with him. After his companion quest, Morgan and Boothill are on better terms and even promise to assist each other if the situation occurs." -- Morgan's character sheet
Both hailing from the same planet, Morgan and Boothill are childhood friends who end up getting separated after the IPC's invasion of Aeragan-Epharshel. After the events of version 2.2 "Then Wake to Weep", Morgan and Boothill reunite and reconcile.During their youth, Morgan was often seen following Boothill wherever he went, and was often teased for it. As they reached their late teens, Morgan was kicked out of his own home for not conforming to his mother's wishes and Boothill essentially saved him from that environment. As a result, Morgan holds him and his family in high regard.Morgan thinks Boothill is a true cowboy, natural born. He also thinks that, due to his big fight with him and running away, he is a betrayer of his home and its people, and does not deserve Boothill's companionship. He fears hurting or even offending him, and so Morgan often holds himself back when wanting to express his affection, whether that be verbally or physically.He loves Boothill more than he feels that he should, and wants to help him get his revenge no matter the cost.
Kit
Basic ATK: Operator
Swing an aetheric metal pipe over a single enemy's head to deal Quantum DMG equal to 20%—110% of Morgan's ATK.Enhanced ATK: Punisher
Deal Quantum DMG equal to 65%—135% of Morgan's ATK to a single enemy and adjacent targets.Skill: Ascension
Enhances Morgan's Basic ATK by 14%—30% of his ATK. Can stack upward to 3 times, or until SP runs out. Metal Pipe takes shape after the second enhancement (Buster Sword).Ultimate: Quanta-Rave
Materializing his motorcycle, Morgan will ride up to all targets (up to 3 targetable) and sweep the back wheel at them, dealing Quantum DMG equal to 120%—226% of his ATK.Talent: Cheap Trick
When an ally performs a Weakness Break, Morgan will perform a Follow Up ATK on the same target and deal Quantum DMG equal to 80%—160% of his ATK.Technique: Limit Breaker
Use 1 Tech Point to increase the DMG Morgan will deal in the next battle by ——%. Buff lasts for 2 turns.
Traces
Greased Lightning
Morgan's Ultimate ATK will inflict Slow on target enemies, lasting for 2 turns. Additionally increases targetables to all enemies on field (requires Character Ascension 2).Powerful Punisher
Increases the Quantum DMG dealt with Punisher by 20%—50% of Morgan's ATK (requires Character Ascension 4).Angermax
When attacked by an enemy, Morgan has a 10% chance to counteract with a Follow Up ATK (requires Character Ascension 6).
Eidolons
Morgan's Eidolons
II: Fury Brand
After using his Technique, Morgan will have a 50% chance of entering a battle with his Basic ATK already enhanced by +1.
I: Finishing Touch
Unleashing Morgan's ultimate will delay target enemy's action (middle target).
IV: Mindblow
When triggering the Talent, additionally regenerates 15 Energy.
III: Final Heaven
Ultimate Lv. +2, up to a maximum of Lv. 15. Basic ATK Lv. +1, up to a maximum of Lv. 10.
Vi: This time, I will never let you go
Increases Angermax's trigger chance to 25%, additionally increasing DMG dealt by FUA by 30%.
V: Cosmo Memory
Skill Lv. +2, up to a maximum of Lv. 15. Talent Lv. +2, up to a maximum of Lv. 15.
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I won't necessarily be using this blog for roleplaying with other people as this is a side blog, but I will be answering whatever questions people may have about Morgan in character. Thank you for showing interest in him.Any in-game assets used here are from the-astral-express-archive on tumblr. Post dividers used on the masterpost are from cafekitsune on tumblr.All images are my own. Reposting without credit, using my art for generative AI, and using Morgan's image (or any of my OCs frankly) for personal use is prohibited.
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And a ship playlist with Boothill!
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