#unidentifiable slime skid

Just offloading some year-old art here while we’re doing Morgan things. Started to do a lineup of his most notable forms and then totally didn’t.

Morgan is a ludicrously OP shapeshifter who can force his body into virtually endless organic forms with few limitations. It has granted him demi-god levels of reverence and hatred from his world.

His primary weakness is being basically MADE of dark magic, the kind of ugly energy you only get from sacrifice and death. He’s technically undead. This makes him weak to the myriad spells already developed to fight such apparitions. Most attacks he can shrug off, but so-called light magic rips holes in him that he often can’t even shapeshift his way out of. Enter his bff Magda Alder, who specializes in such magic and so really has the upper hand on him, and also the ability and- for some reason- inclinationto patch him up when he gets torn apart. She can also, uniquely, turn off his shapeshifting entirely, rendering him his very rare and secret true self, a very grumpy noodle of formless slime that used to be a human body.

The dark magic thing is not his fault, by the way, or choice. When Morgan was a seventeen year old farm girl she found, or perhaps was found by, a lost spellbook penned by one of the nastiest warlocks of antiquity… the Mef. The entire BOOK is actually all one giant, uber-complicated, ridiculous spell. Morgan had no idea. Morgan thought the shiny swirly ruby-red circle on the last page of the book looked fun to touch.

Now Morgan has a fricken BOOK embedded in his being, all the rewritten rules of physics, the great written alibi that allows him to do what he does. He can pull it out of his flesh if you wanna see it, but mostly he keeps very quiet about this. Magda is obsessed with it. Makes him lay on his back for hours while she flips through it, taking down copy, it drives him to distraction.  

Not pictured whatsoever are Morgan’s actual favorite forms: any number of giant winged dragons, which utterly do not exist in his world but he insisted on crafting them up for himself. Also enjoys being a winged cat and a giant snake. Annoyingly, the forms he usually needs to take on the daily to blend in and do his job are shit like pigeons, cart horses, dogs, and an endless march of boring normal people he cooks up on the spot.