As the legend goes, Morax hailed from an ancient and powerful bloodline. Their father had many children and in order to produce the best heir, he viciously pitted them against one another. Morax knew bloodshed from an early age. They had no interest in being heir however. Instead they were content with being with their mother, one of his father’s many mistresses. It is said that the bastard child has plans on running somewhere far away with their mother, but as fate would have it the opportunity did not come. The battle for the title of heir took away the only person that they’d love. Something snapped within them that day. As they cursed the blood in their veins, Morax laid waste to their home. A great blaze took hold of the manor and reduced it to ash, sparing none.
Scholars say that Nephilim had been the place that Morax had planned on fleeing to with their mother. And so they fled there on their own, leaving behind a fallen house. It is not known why Morax joined the Round Table, as they were tight-lipped about their goals and feelings. Nevertheless their addition proved to be useful. They grew to be skilled a arsonist, setting fire to enemy territory under the cover of night.