My self-MOC’s been undergoing a lot of changes over the last few months, so I decided that instead of reviving V2’s long-dead thread, I’d just start anew, so here we go.
Long ago, in the farthest reaches of the Southern Continent, there was once a small Matoran village, tucked away but bustling with denizens. But these Matoran were unlike so many of their brethren. They didn’t farm or carve or mask-make. They invented. They crafted not masks or tools, but miracles. Wonders to behold. They were the Nynrah Ghosts.
But their marvels did not go unnoticed by the impure of heart. Time and time again raiders from across the lands, from rogue Skakdi to Dark Hunters, tried their hand at invading the town and stealing treasures for themselves. And time and time again the Matoran were forced to fight back. Caught in turmoil and slave to those stronger than them by birthright, the Matoran moved from creations of wonder to weapons of war.
But one such Matoran set his ambitions too high. He didn’t want to just overpower the invaders technologically. He wanted to be bigger, stronger, superior to them in every aspect. And so he crafted his desires for power in the face of weakness into a titanic suit of armor, granting the Matoran the strength and power of ten Toa. But he was not ready to handle such power.
The Matoran fought valiantly against those that would rob his brothers dry, and a fierce battle raged across the region. The Matoran’s victory was great, but cost was greater. In the midst of the battle the entire village lied in ruin, the fellow crafters slain, and the mighty suit fused to the body of the Matoran by the powers unleashed. All that the Matoran had fought for, all he had lived for, was destroyed, and the tool of their destruction was forever chained to him. And so he departed to the wastes, lost in the weight of his sins.
Time and fate soon brought him face-to-face with another titan, a self-proclaimed Master of Shadows. Without true purpose or hope, the Matoran now only wanted vengeance for his brothers, against those that would dare to take the possessions of others for themselves. And so the titan took the Matoran in as his protégé.
Taught him the follies and lies of the Great Spirit.
Trained him in the art of combat.
Bred him to be the bearer of the great legacy of the titan’s Brotherhood.
Even in the titan’s demise at the height of his plans, the student lived on, swearing to carry on that legacy, and took on a new name in honor of the strength he had gained in his teachings.
Gone was the hopeful inventor. Gone was the Matoran. There was now only Cordak, the last Makuta.
And then Ekimu shows up because reasons.
Blah blah blah feedback is welcome and shizzle.
Cool MOC, it looks great, 8/8 gr8 b8 m8 let’s sk8! XD