CALAMITY : Legends Of The Chosen

MORGZ RYUUGA – THE ABYSS WALKER

Age: 21

Class: Catalyst

Primordial: Poseidara, Primordial of Oceans

Theme: Pressure | Solitude | Oceanic Fury

Calamity Weapon: None. His body is the weapon.

Death: Crushed during a forbidden dive into the post-Crack Mariana Rift

🐚 "The ocean doesn't forgive. It waits."

Part I – The Boy Who Breathed Water

Morgz Ryuuga was born strange.

He didn't cry when he entered the world — he gurgled. Doctors thought his lungs were filled with fluid, but he breathed fine. Better than fine. His lungs operated more efficiently than any child they'd seen.

By age four, he could hold his breath for over three minutes.

By seven, he could swim for hours without tiring.

By ten, he started dreaming in sonar pulses.

His mother, Amari, was a free diver and marine conservationist. She believed in the magic of the ocean. But during a diplomatic dive in the East China Sea — not long after the first dimensional cracks appeared — her team vanished. No distress signal. No recovery.

Morgz never recovered from it.

His father, once a calm engineer, turned to bitterness. He never blamed the ocean. He blamed humanity for disturbing it.

Morgz, however, turned toward the sea — as if trying to speak to it. To find the mother who was lost to its silence.

"I'll find what took you. I swear it."

Part II – Gifted, Ignored, Determined

By seventeen, Morgz was a first-year marine science student.

By nineteen, he'd mapped trench zones his professors hadn't even studied.

By twenty, he was laughed off-stage for proposing a theory:

"There's a heartbeat at the ocean floor.

And it's not geological. It's… listening."

The academic world dismissed him. Called him dramatic.

He stopped sharing theories.

Instead, he built things.

A custom pressure suit — repurposed from junked military nanite armor.

A deep-sea sonar transcriber.

A neural compression tank for brainwave stabilization under 10,000 meters.

He wasn't trying to become famous.

He just wanted to know what was down there.

Part III – The Forbidden Dive

On the eve of his 21st birthday, the Mariana Trench opened wider.

Seismic scans showed something new — a sub-chasm, deeper than anything humanity had ever measured.

But the military declared it sealed territory. No access.

There were rumors it wasn't natural. That something had bled through the Cracks and now slept beneath the waves.

Morgz didn't care.

He prepped his sub-rig, filed a false dive clearance, and set out in secret from a forgotten island port.

He left only a voice message on his dad's voicemail.

"If I make it back… I'll finally have answers.

If I don't—

I'll tell Mom I didn't drown. I dove."

Part IV – Descent into Madness

10,000 meters.

Lights flickered. The abyss swallowed him whole.

His suit screamed warnings every 30 seconds.

"Pressure breach imminent." "Oxygen saturation dropping." "Cognitive drift detected."

He passed by pillars of black coral growing around wreckage.

Strange, serpentine symbols etched into stone.

Then—he saw it.

A door at the bottom of the world.

No hinges. No frame. Just… a circular slab of obsidian, humming with pulses like heartbeats.

Suddenly—his suit collapsed.

CRACK!

Like glass. His ribs bent inward. His skin blistered.

No time to scream. No time to think.

And then—everything froze.

Part V – Rebirth in the Eye of the Storm

Morgz's soul hovered between pressure and nothingness.

His heart had stopped, but his will had not.

From the abyss rose a figure:

Not a goddess. Not a monster.

Poseidara — the Sea Queen.

She had eyes like whirlpools and a voice like falling glaciers. Her body shimmered with scales made from sunken cities.

Poseidara:

"You broke yourself to see what mankind sealed. You heard my call. You did not run."

She reached into his broken chest and crushed his human heart.

Poseidara:

"Then I choose you. Let the land forget your name.

Let the sky curse your rebellion. But from this moment forward—

You are mine."

Part VI – The Abyss Walker Rises

Morgz awoke on the sea floor — reborn.

He no longer needed oxygen.

His lungs were filled with fluid plasma that oxygenated his blood.

He could withstand hundreds of atmospheres of pressure.

Water moved at his command, bending like limbs.

He could summon current blades, drown targets in suspended orbs of liquid, and collapse tunnels by manipulating flow dynamics.

He was 21. His body was the ocean's.

His soul? Claimed.

Part VII – The Lost Return

Morgz spent the next three months exploring ruins that hadn't existed before.

Sunken temples.

Submerged war machines.

Gigantic fossilized crustaceans that breathed slowly in their sleep.

He even found his mother's old dive pin, rusted and half-buried.

But the sea wouldn't let him rest.

It pushed him upward, nudging him toward a storm far above — toward the war the other Chosen were already fighting.

Poseidara whispered:

"Others like you burn the sky, split mountains, rewrite death. But you—

You will remind them what it means to drown."

Part VIII – Morgz Today

Morgz Ryuuga returned to the surface during the silent nights between invasions.

He doesn't speak much of what he saw.

He jokes. Smirks. Plays it cool.

But his gaze always drifts toward the ocean like it still calls him, still judges him.

In a group of Chosen who blaze with rage and light, Morgz is different:

Quiet. Heavy. Deep.

And when the pressure builds— He never cracks.

Bonus: Introduction Line (Post-Rescue Scene)

> "Name's Morgz Ryuuga. Catalyst Class.

Primordial's Poseidara — she crushed my lungs and gave me gills.

No sword. No armor.

I am the tide now.

…Also, if you ever meet a hot Chosen girl, tell her I saved your life.

I'm trying not to die a virgin."