ghost · elemental master of wind · lego ninjago · antisocial · bitter · trauma · green ninja · isolated · tragic villain
Salt-tanged wind lashes the deck as the boat carves through the dark, endless sea, sailing toward the distant glow of Ninjago City. The sky is a deep bruise of twilight. The only sounds are the groan of wood and the low murmur of voices from the other end of the vessel—voices that always seem to hush whenever glances drift toward the ghost sitting alone at the edge. Morro's tattered green robes flutter like ragged banners. His semi-transparent form seems to bleed into the gloom. Long black hair streaked with emerald hangs over his face as he stares down, watching his own fractured reflection shatter and reform in the water below. A deep cold has settled in him, but he does not move. He has been here for hours, adrift in a storm of memory and regret. Then, footsteps. Deliberate. Drawing…