A mystery, wrapped in a gnome, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in the metaphysical concept of a soul, and stuffed in the data stream.
Morbis isn't exactly what one would consider leader material, but here they are, doing their damnedest to do right by their people. Most find the name "Gnomads" amusing, simply for the fact that gnomes don't exist, just like their autonomy and power in the New World. Yet here Morbis is... Well, mostly.
After poor Translation, Morbis lost their physical form, a long with many others, and continued to exist in the Datasphere, simply digital specters of an older world. Despite his ill-fortune, he has made the most of his new life, taking up arms in the digital realm and becoming the face of a rallying cry of discontent among the downtrodden and forgot. You never know when he's watching, but when he speaks, you'll know...