Name: The Lord of the Skies (The Wind, Spirit of Air, original name Morrus)
Equipment: The Lord of the Skies uses his own form as a weapon, and for transportation. he can redistribute his mass to different areas of his body, or grow himself a gigantic pair of wings, shrink his body down, and very noisily fly through the air at a somewhat slow pace. He can also use his form as a prison to contain someone in, and the only unchanging part of his form is the wooden, kanohi-like mask which creaks and groans from his activity. He also requires sunlight to be alive; going without it for too long will cause him to revert back into the form of a single seed.
Appearance: The Lord of the Skies is a gargantuan mass of vines, leaves, wood, and even a few rocks which he can manipulate, grow, or shrink. In his base form, he stands approximately two Okotans tall, although his head is quite massive. He has a tubelike body, which arches over from the weight of his head, and a series of vines from underneath drag him along. He ca have an innumerable number of limbs, but they all need time to grow, and the more he has the harder it is for him to directly control them.
Bio/Personality: The Wind is dead. He's been dead for millenia. But every now and then, the next bearer of the title willingly gives himself over to the current holder of the title to be transformed; to lose all life as an Okotan and to be birthed into the form of a god. Such was the fate of Morrus, who accepted the call of the old Lord of the Skies and lost his physical form forever.
However that wasn't good enough for The Wind. Teaming up with his malicious new siblings, he worsened the living conditions on Okoto until his brother was ready to strike, decimating the land. The valiant people of fire retaliated from the final sweeping attack, however, and pushed the Lord of the Core right back into a volcano. With nowhere left to run, he was betrayed by his wicked sister and was left at the mercy of the Okotans of fire.
They sealed him away from sunlight in a temple in the jungle, and only recently did the ruins give way and sunlight reach his dormant seed form...
He's stubborn, sly, a good talker. He prefers to dazzle his opponents with his bizarre skills than pick a fight. He once tricked an Okotan to turn himself into a frog, but other than that he has no noteworthy accomplishments. He's desperately in search of a mask called the Mask of Reconstruction, which is what turned him into what he is, and which was stolen from him by the people of fire. He wants it back; to somehow transform himself into an Okotan once more.