Morivin

Sour pop 💛💛💛 I still love that nickname 🥺

Ok ok! Honestly, he's got a lot of rewriting to be had. I looked at his old facts from years ago. Very outdated lol.

The chains are his body he uses as weapons. They actually move of their own will, like some kind of metal snakes. They used to be the chains his brother (night terrors) used to drag him down, that forced him to fall. (Becoming a fallen angel that is.) He's glad to make use of them to get his revenge.

He does a lot of hoodoo voodoo, spells, etc. Which he makes use of for many of his interests.

Speaking of, he often tampers with genetics. Find humans, faes, etc being the most useful tools for his experimentation. Some results turning out quite awful, but to him, a necessary outcome.

I haven't decided if his true form copies over to his Creepypasta version. But his true form is based on a few lych kings. Something haunting, ghostly, a design I wanted to feel they may be friend or may be foe. I'd consider him half angel, half fallen. A twilight being.

Morivin, while disliking his older brother for understandable reasons, he actually took a liking to Candy pop himself, both in pity but also admiration. Claims him to be his brother now.

When I first made " Mr Sour pop", I kind of chose the color palette to match the missing primary color. Candy= Blue , Drolsoir = Red, Mori =Yellow . I already had his design in mind beforehand.

He was also going to be like Candy Pop, a demon fused with a Genyr. However, seeing Drolsoir going a different direction I scrapped that idea. This is why one of his old facts claims he has D.I.D. I am no longer comfortable putting that on his character. But he does have strange ... mannerisms still. Just not placing any label out of respect.

Out of all of his siblings, he most looked like his father, Mikhail. Before the fall that is. He also was quick to learn compared to his other siblings. Something that earned Night Terrors ire and jealousy. One of the main reasons he was chained down.

He offers his services for those seeking him out, but as the saying goes. Careful making a deal with a devil. As there might be some side effects that come with requesting his service.

The corset around his waist houses souls he's gathered. What he plans to do with them all depends on his capricious mood. Maybe combine them with another soul into a new host. Or maybe we'll simply just eat them for himself. He never knows himself.

Morivin: looks at his plate I have barbeque. sees candy drinking plain milk You have fucking milk!