Post by Abolish Nix on Jul 30, 2013 17:08:42 GMT -5
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Abolish Nix[/b][/size][/font][/center]
Age:
One-thousand and twenty nine
Species:
Nightmare
Alignment:
True Neutral, but loyal to the President for now.
Occupation:
To be discussed....lets just say it doesn't sit around and do paperwork.
Canon?
Yes
Position:
Member number 9 of the Falvadin
Appearance:
Quite a strange way for the embodiment of Darkness to look, Abolish is albino. Skin is ashen white, perhaps with a bit of pink undertone for some sort of living, viable color, with wide, deep red eyes that are somewhat similar to the color of coagulated blood. The pupil, though faint, is a deeper red, almost mahogany. Abo's hair is perhaps the palest on it's body, being a stark, snowy shade of alabaster. Pin-straight and cut to a perfect horizontal angle just behind it's knees, it's often decorated with flowers, seashells, or any other shiny, sparkly trinket it finds some sort of attachment to. As for clothing, this often varies between deep, dark colors like violet, navy blue and black, and surprisingly bright pastel shades of yellow and pink, but nothing more complicated than a pair of pants or an old-school sash or toga has managed to stick with it for very long.
Built surprisingly humanoid, it resembles an angel in that it is both gender-neutral and fully androgynous. The face is attractive in an uncanny valley sort of way, unable to really discern whether or not it's male or female, though for the most part, it prefers male prefixes. Wide, broad shoulders and a strong upper body and torso add to this, though the hips and waist can easily be called 'hourglass' in figure. The only other color besides those stark eyes on it's person are swathes of red that appear and disappear at various times upon it's body. For the most part, it seems to find this amusing in itself.Last but not least, it is easily confused for a dream, mostly due to the large expanse of white wings that are usually found folded against it's back. Like an angel! (Surely, something with white wings can't be bad...right?)
Face Claim:
None, all work is copyrighted to Sylvirr
Personality:
A true neutral, it follows the rules only because it benefits it. It wouldn't hesitate at all to switch sides or jump the gun if a better plan came along. In any case, it is a snide and sarcastic being, often coming back with surprisingly witty comebacks and comments, over fighting and using it's abilities. It can be very diplomatic in many senses, though it's not at all adverse to jumping in and getting a bit down and dirty--in fact, when the call comes for it to be as down and dirty as it wants, it obliges--gleefully. As a nightmare, it simply delights in some of the darker aspects of...well...darkness. It finds a strange, protracted pleasure in the sufferance of others, be they human, dream, or other nightmare, and often comments that it feeds off of the fear they give. This has yet to be proven, but it certainly seems happy to keep it up.
Despite the wit and pedantic splendor that comes along with it, it is fully and wholly lonesome. On a fundamental level, it finds itself alone, and being promised the pleasure of company, love, trust, or something that other nightmares may find appalling is a pulling drive for it. It harbors no soft spots within it for any person or creature but itself, though this on it's own is a major weakness. Protecting itself comes before all other things. It can be, however, emotional, and it can form attachments to dreams, nightmares and even humans, When it does, it is extremely possessive over them, often going so far as to jealously induce some rather nasty side effects for those it feels are taking attention. Even so, it likes many things deemed 'innocent'.Children, laughter, candy, blood, sleeping, travel, candy, sex, fruit,warmth, trees, candy (we DID say candy, didn't we?), dusk and dawn, birds...Especially birds. It feels a kinship with them. As for what it finds itself disliking, the Elderly, sweet dreams (his sweet tooth is reserved for candy), anger,depression,hyperactivity, snakes, being stationary, bright light, vegetables and...cats, mostly. Truly, truly it's hatred for cats is downright menacing.
Weapon:
Gloves with surprisingly long blades for nails. That's all, yo.
Abilities:
Darkness- It can manipulate it's own shadow. It must remain on a solid surface. (Cooldown, 1 turn.)
Shadow - It can manipulate others' shadows, inducing fear and paranoia. (Cooldown, 1 turn.)
Blackout - Shadows can be removed from walls or floors and used as a physical object such as a ball. Weapons are not able to be used, but they can intimidate. (Cooldown, 2 turns)
Fear - All light within A 15 foot radius is absorbed into a shadow, leaving them in complete darkness. This may or may not also cause visions, hallucinations and paranoia, pending a dice roll((Evens = various effects. Odds= little to no effect.)). (Cooldown, 3 turns)
Curse - Darkness is manifested as a separate being to cause very mild poisoning of the mind and temporary dementia. (cooldown, 4 turns)
History:
It was manifested long, long ago. It had been called an Onerei, a Dream Walker, for it, in itself, was not malevolent nor benevolent. It simply existed to exist and did so on it's own for a long while, drifting through thoughts and minds and subconscious as little more than a fleeting thought or a glimpse in the background of ones otherwise unmentionable dream. Until it discovered darkness. The darkness made it a body, came to it, formed around it until it found itself actually being--a physical being in most senses of the words, though its form was shifting and never settled, constantly flickering to whatever it felt suited the time. It was soon called a Dream Eater, feeding off of the energies that humans gave off during their sleep cycles. And it found that nightmares gave off the most potent energies--fear terror, dread, sorrow. These were what powered it, perhaps occasionally accented by the dessert treat of a child's unicorn pipe dreams. And it existed this way for a very long time before it came to a stunning and striking realization: It could BE that nightmare, that dream. It could exist, truly, fully, it could BE.
And so it was.
What glory! What freedom! What splendor it was to poision minds, wrap them in a cocoon of shadow and dark and leave them cold and aching and wailing. But it was not evil--it was hungry. It was selfish. It did not make it a habit to hurt people--not physically. Who was it to decided whether or not the fragility of a human mind was so easily breakable? Shattered like porcelain, some of them. But that was all the better for it, and so it clung to it's darkness, feeding, growing, and it truly became a Nightmare in more senses than the literal. It came on the wings of a massacre. It came on the faces of the dying. Fear. Darkness. Shadow. The Abyss. It was agony. It was sufferance. And oh, how very happy it was to be such a thing.
And then it happened--someone it cared for. Someone who didn't dream, someone who had no nightmares. Someone who's mind and soul were locked to it--and this intrigued it. Wonder was new. And it liked it! There was no pact made between them--simply a kinship--a friendship. A mutual understanding, that perhaps even bordered on affection. Until a dream stole him--stole him away from it, locked him away forever. It screamed, it cried, it wailed. It felt empty.
And for a long time, it simply floated in the nether, existing but not being. It didn't want to. And finally, finally someone came along, offering it a repose.
"Work for me," he said,"And you'll have him back."
Whether or not the promise was empty, it agreed, and here it has been ever since.
OOC Alias:
Sylvirr
