After playing an instrumental role in the second World War, Mirco became something of a legend among the MAGs. He’s the god who nearly brought the world of mortals to it’s knees. But the death of all those people, mortals or not, weighs heavy on Mirco. To make matters worse, as a product of overusing his ability to experience the memories of others, his mental state has started to fracture. He likes peanut butter on toast, or was that the last prisoner he interrogated? He doesn’t like sunny side up eggs, or is that because of a bad experience someone else had who he read a hundred years ago?

All this stress on his mental state has made him reclusive and defensive. He’s really trying to stay out from the attention of King and other MAGs. He hides out in a small town near the compound where he can enjoy the protection of the MAGs but also far enough to hopefully avoid interacting with them. Mirco also has begun doing something most gods would find irritating and perhaps beneath them: attending therapy. With his therapist, he’s attempting to try and put himself back together, but the memories of his lovers, friends, Vessels, and victims haunt him every day.

Family: Phobetor (Brother)

Status: Paired

God: Morpheus

Tell: The tattoo on the crown of his head moves subtly