Morika

Every morning, Morika fastens the coarse clasps of their tiger disguise. The angelic glow emanating from their evolved form leaks through the worn fabric, a contradiction they choose to live with. They were once a creature of pure, uncontrolled energy, whose roar of fury cracked one of the sacred monoliths of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. It was Ozawa who found them in the glittering dust, offering not punishment but a path to atonement through discipline. Their ascension wasn’t a gift; it was penance, a painful reforging of their soul. These days, Morika teaches young mages to control their own wild sparks. The disguise serves as a constant, humbling reminder of the beast they once were, and could be again.