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 Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 3:34 pm
 STORYThere once was a pair of twins – a brother and sister. They had a very close bond. At night when they slept, they would dream the same dreams, of a world called Etherea, the land of all dreams. The brother and sister were, for the most part, unable to interact with most of Etherea. Though they were the legendary Dreamwalkers of Thought and Memory, destined to become the most powerful dreamers of all of Etherea, they were protected by the Veil of Lucidity, which protects all children. Once the brother and sister became fully adult at 21, the Veil could no longer protect them while they were in Etherea.
While the brother and sister were exploring a dream together the first night they left the Veil, they were intercepted by a powerful Nightmare that had escaped the dark side of Etherea. The Nightmare was very powerful, and attacked the brother and sister, recognizing them as Thought and Memory. The Nightmare did not kill them, but brought them under his control, possessed them. He used them as a bridge between Etherea and Earth, and allowed the other Nightmares to escape Dark Etherea.
By doing so, monsters formed from terrible dreams – projections of fear and hatred – have been allowed to run loose on Earth. Thought and Memory, controlled by the most powerful Nightmare of all, are dangerous rogue Dreamwalkers, contributing to the chaos and demise of Etherea. The only ones who have the abilities to stop them are the Knights – the warriors Thought and Memory have subconsciously chosen to guard them through Etherea.
Awake, the Dreamwalkers are relatively harmless. Asleep, they take on their dream forms as Thought and Memory, and assist the Nightmares in their campaign of terror. Likewise, the Knights are also normal humans awake, and they must sleep in order to be able to access their great power to combat the rogue Dreamwalker siblings and destroy the Nightmare’s hold on them.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:28 pm
CAST ☪ Title: The Darkest NightmareUsername: Kami-Kahzy Name: Known simply as The Nightmare Age: n/a Sex: n/a Domain: Nightmares Weapon: n/a Totem: n/a Personality: The Nightmare has always existed, and as such it has developed a very calculated persona that it displays to those it deems worthy of an audience. It is charming, kind, polite, helpful, selfless, alluring, noble, dignified, generous, and extremely gentle. But beneath this excruciatingly calculated facade lies a bottomless void of love and caring. In reality the Nightmare is cold, calculating, subtle, malicious, brutal, selfish, hateful, and unthinkably malicious.
Make no mistake, the Nightmare cares about nothing but it's own goals. And it will do whatever it takes to see them come to fruition. Appearance: The Nightmare Background: The Nightmare is the most ancient of all the apparitions and monstrosities that inhabit the dark side of Etherea. It was through it's vision and sheer will that Dark Etherea took shape, and through it's malice and desire for vengeance were the horrors that roam its plains brought into being. Fueled by the negative emotions and imaginations of the human race, the Nightmare has grown in power and expanded its reach to the last corners of its domain.------ ☪ Title: The Dreamwalker of Thought
Username: Panpear
Name: Martin Saunders
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Domain: He uses people's thoughts to influence their dreams.
Weapon: A longsword. He is surprisingly proficient with it.
Totem: An extremely large and fluffy Arctic Wolf. Several people could ride comfortably on her back.
Personality: Martin is a shy person. His demeanor is calm, cool, and collected in almost any situation. Despite that, he actually is fairly good at 'reading' people and empathizing with them. Unfortunately, his social awkwardness usually leads him to saying the wrong things at the wrong time. Combined with his quiet demeanor, many perceive him as stoic or arrogant. He's usually unaware that he comes off as rude, as that isn't his intention. He cares about others, just like his sister.
As the Dreamwalker of Thought, Martin has a greater understanding of people's thoughts while he is in Etherea. He also is more relaxed than he is in the waking world, and is far less likely to put his foot in his mouth while there. However, the Darkest Nightmare's control over him has made him much more confrontational.
Appearance: IFor being fraternal twins, Martin and his sister look amazingly similar. Their faces are nearly identical. Both have the same blue eyes and the same blonde hair, though Martin keep his hair much shorter than his sister's. And his hair is almost always a mess. In fact, Martin's general hygene has gotten sloppy over the years; he tends to wear wrinkled clothing and forgets to brush his hair. His glasses (needed for reading - "Because I study all the time," he claims) are small rectangular frames, with lenses that are typically smudged.
As a contrast to his normal t-shirt and jeans attire, his dream form wears a crisp black shirt with black dress pants, covered by a white overcoat that goes down past his knees. Tucked on his belt is a fancy black sheath with silver overlays, which holds his longsword. The longsword itself looks silver, and seems to shine all on its own.
Background: For all his life, Martin has lived with his mother, father, and younger twin sister. He's always been close to her; and not just because their mom forced them to do everything together for years. Their closeness was because of their dreams. Every night, no matter where they slept, they would end up in the same world, a world called Etherea. It took Martin awhile to realize they were sharing the same dreams - his memory of them was always foggy. He would remember a place in the dream, maybe a person, an activity, a random thought with no context around it. It only after Morgan started to talk to him about her dreams that he realized their dreams were a shared experience.
Ever since then, he'd looked forward to bed time, where they would have their secret adventures together in Etherea. Of course, with the Veil of Lucidity, Martin had a hard time remembering what they did, faring much worse than his sister did. It was routine for her to fill him in the next day. But as time passed, he remembered more from his dreams, and more details of the world. Eventually, he came to the same conclusion that his sister did: they were not any ordinary dreamers. He also learned an important truth of the world - Nightmares were real, and they were to be avoided. Even through the Veil he could hear their thoughts, and what terrifying thoughts they were. Just picking up on a Nightmare's thoughts caused him to panic slightly, and it usually took a lot more than just a thought to make him panic.
When the Veil of Lucidity left them when they turned 21, the dreams became even more vivid. Martin remembered the dreams in their entirety, and could glean thoughts from others with much more ease than he did before. But their newfound enjoyment of the dream world was short lived. One night, his sister recklessly went ahead of him, into the center of Etherea... where the nightmares were strong. Martin made chase, to try to bring her back to where they've always stayed before, commanding their companion, a dream denizen his sister had dubbed a Knight, to wait for them. But he was too late to save her from the Darkest Nightmare, and he too was taken and controlled.
Due to the Nightmare's influence, he hardly remembers his dreams at all, nor that he plays a special role in Etherea. He sleeps restlessly at night, and lately he's been hearing a strange and disturbing voice in his head as he wakes or if he daydreams. He blames this on his college classes. He's taking quite a few each semester, as he is double majoring in Computer Science and Psychology - not to mention that he needs to keep his grades up if he hopes to get to law school. Yes, the stress from classes is putting a strain on his sleep... or so his waking self believes.------ ☪ Title: The Dreamwalker of Memory Username: Eylios Name: Morgan Saunders Age: Twenty-one Sex: Female Domain: Memories and dreams Weapon: Sniper rifle with attached blade Totem: Trumpeter swan [x] Personality: Morgan is realtively kind and gentle... though it might depend on your definitions. She's not a girl to go looking for a fight, and she does care for the people around her (she's the kind of friend who'll always loan you snack money or give you a ride home at night) but she is very idealistic and when she feels that her ideals are being challenged, she has no problem with getting her hands dirty. Unfortunately, she's also very vindictive, and holds grudges for a very long time - so her hands can get very dirty, very quickly. Revenge is a game she loves to play, and it's really not a surprise that there's only a few close friends of hers who can put up with her impulsive and emotional actions on a regular basis.
Being controlled by the Darkest Nightmare in her dreams has only amplified her tendencies and has almost polarized her personality. As Memory, Morgon can unusually gracious - to her brother, to the Darkest Nightmare, and even to her Knights if she thinks they are agreeing with and supporting her. There's almost no middle ground to Memory, and everyone else she gazes at with a perpetual stink eye, as though they offend her be simply existing. And if Memory is angry, good lord, run quickly. She knows how to use that gun. Appearance: Awake and asleep. Background: For all her life, Morgan has lived with her mother and father, and more importantly, her older twin brother. She's always felt a strong connection to her brother - strong enough that as they slept in different rooms of the house, she could fall into his dreams and interect with him as he slept. Other times, it was he who joined her. It seemed every night she had a dream, and it was always in the same world - Etherea. She would be there, like a ghost scratching at the Veil of Lucidity that seperated Earth from Etheria.
Morgan grew up with these dreams, and came to know Etherea very well. She was well aware of the dangers of getting too close to a Nightmare, and aware that she and her brother were special. They were no ordinary dreamers, even when shrouded from the full power of Etherea, Morgan that she had a far more exensive ability to navigate Etherea and remembered much more of her adventures long after she had awoken - such as the people she met there, like the young warrior cloaked in purple who Morgan declared a knight. She was also beginning to develop the ability to see other people's memories.
When she (and of course, her brother) turned 21, they were finally able to leave the Veil of Lucidity and experience Etherea to its fullest. This paradise didn't last but a night, though. Morgan, now the Dreamwalker of Memory, had always been the more intuitinal and less cautious of the twins, always putting her faith in her heart and not in her mind, liker her brother. She recklessly rushed ahead of her brother and brave friend to the center of Etherea and crossed paths with the Darkest Nightmare, and well... got creamed, simply put.
Ever since then, she has been manipulated by the Darkest Nightmare. Her Etherean self has become cold and distant, aside from a few special people (and those who have discovered the right strings to pill) and while she still remembers events from her dreams, they have also become distant, and Morgan does not always remember that she is Memory.------ ☪ Title: The Crimson KnightUsername: TejavaName: Tivoli SiscoAge: 25Sex: FemaleDomain: Fire (lesser Electricity)Weapon: WarhammerTotem: Tivoli's totem is a lion that does not appear to have a name, or perhaps he does and you are just not privy to that information. Whatever the case, Tiv seems to have an unusual amount of control over her beast, and treats it like an oversize kitten.Personality: Like the color she symbolizes, Tivoli is a woman of extremes. She feels emotions intensely, often putting her whole self into any task she applies herself to. Her anger and wrath is legendary. Tivoli is often seen at an equilibrium, preferring to put up a calm facade. She lives life passionately, and doesn't take crap from anyone. Tiv will always try to do what's right, even if it's against the popular opinion. She has no problem being viewed as the 'bad guy', and will set her conscience aside to do what has to be done.Appearance: Tivoli (Earth), Tiv (Etherea)Background: Tivoli grew up in a big city with a houseful of men. Her mom and dad divorced when she was around three years old, but agreed to maintain joint custody of the kids. So it was that Tiv and her three brothers swapped houses every so often, but as Tivoli grew older, mother and daughter found it harder and harder to relate to each other in a 'normal' way. Since her brother's were her best friends, Tiv imitated them in both mannerisms and likes. She was never one for dresses, skirts, or beauty pageants (though her mother wished her to be so). She was much happier roughhousing outside with her dad and brothers. The one girly tendency she did have, though, was the fact that she loved clothes. They may not have been all to her mother's tastes, but she happily accepted the one thing they did have in common and went shopping with her daughter to humor their relationship.
Life went on and Tivvy had no problem with school. She graduated, went to college, and now works downtown during the night shift at the local bar. Though both her parents want her to pursue something more monetarily beneficial, Tivoli finds great fun in the job. The character's she gets to meet and deal with never fail to surprise her, and it's not a bad paying job if you can count all the tips she gets. Plus, it leaves her mornings and afternoons free to sleep. Sleep to Tiv has become an obsession. She'll sleep any way she can, often using sleeping pills to sedate herself so that she can travel to Etherea for long, uninterrupted hours.------ ☪ Title: The Cerulean KnightUsername: Electric Kool-AidName: Odessa "Oda" Brayden Age: 13Sex: femaleDomain: Primary: Water, Lesser: WeatherWeapon: Wooden recurve bowTotem: A sea gull often follows Odessa in Etherea, but seems to offer neither council or assistance.Personality: Odessa is primarily a combination of stable and awkward. At her age she is going through a lot of stress but is doing her best to fill what she thinks of as "adult" shoes. She seems wiser than her age primarily because she isn't as caught up in herself as other girls her age. Her reactions are tempered and cool-headed though derived mostly through intuition and emotion rather than logic necessarily. The word "meek" comes to mind as she is quiet, listening (especially when people don't think she's paying attention) far more often than speaking. She takes refuge in books especially fantasy novels. Appearance: I Earth: Having not yet hit her second growth spurt, Odessa is about 5 feet tall and of average weight. She has perfectly straight silvery blonde hair which reaches just to her shoulders. She often seems to hide behind it. Her eyes are a soft grey color with some darker bluer edges on the iris. On the whole she is unremarkable with simple features. She dresses to blend in, not to stand out.
Etherea: In Etherea, Odessa is somewhat epitome of a young girl's fantasy. She appears older (about 1 cool , taller, slenderer, and her silvery hair is wavy and sparkles in sunlight. She keeps her hair tied back from her face in a half ponytail. She wears long flowing sleeveless dresses which are light and airy. She seems almost elfen in grace. Background: Earth: Odessa is the oldest of two girls, her younger sister is 7. Her mother, an avid lover of literature and classics, named her "Odessa" after Odysseus and the unusual name is now a cross to bear as Odessa tries to navigate her last year of middle-school, where all she wants to do is fit in. To make matters worse, a few months ago her parents officially filed for divorce and began the extensive process of disentangling themselves from each other's lives. Being the older sibling, Odessa took it upon herself to shelter her younger sister, Calliope, from the bitterness of both their parents by providing a sense of stability. More often then not she takes care of her little sister by baby-sitting, and while not lying to her sister, trying to protect her from the brunt of the nastiness that is their current home life..
Etherea: Access to Etherea provides for Odessa a rare opportunity for escape. In Etherea, she has some level of agency over her environment because of her status as a knight, and yet she is level-headed and shy enough that she may not take full advantage of this. ------ ☪ Title: The Emerald KnightUsername: GiyariName: Gretel Underwood Age: 68Sex: FemaleDomain: Earth and poisonWeapon: Extendable barbed wire like whip, reaches some 20 feet in length. The whip can be laced with a variety of poisons, but is not always so. Totem: The totem beast that formed to accompany Gretel is one of a Lindworm by the name of Arik. This beast resembles a giant snake [size and colour reference] with a set of arms.
Arik was formed from her love for malice and violence and likewise has a personality to match. While being harder to set off than Gretel, Arik will have no qualms about dismembering and devouring people that get in his way.
Gretel uses Arik as, not only a battle partner to utilise his different poisonous venoms, lightning reflexes and sheer strength, but as a mode of transport when needed.Personality: Vulgar, wicked, sadistic, rotten. Call it what you want, ultimately Gretel isn’t a very nice person. In fact, the only reason she seems to be on the good side is because she has no choice. She revels in the pain and suffering of others, be it via her own hands or simply watching it unfold. Being at the age she is now, and having little or no relations to other people, Gretel is also quite snappy and will go off on one for just about any reason. Appearance: The years have taken their toll on Gretel, and her once young Features are now decidedly more wizened. Her jet black hair has lightened with age, and her smooth ivory skin has become much more mottled wrinkled from ‘wear and tear’. While still keeping a fine figure and a elegant appearance, it doesn’t come without a lot of preparation and support pants… Gravity is not something that the beauty works with. She has a height of 5 foot 7, two inches shorter than what she was in her prime, but that’s what happens with age.
When she dreams, and enters into Etheria, she remembers her younger self, her body reverts back to her younger days when she was decidedly more pleasing on the eye.Background: Around 50 years ago there was a spout of murders around a rundown area of a pretty shady city, no one thought much of them for a few years, they were just prostitutes and drugged up lowlifes after all, they were people that society wouldn’t miss, and they always turned up in the same mess…It wasn’t until an undercover police officer posing as a hooker was cornered and brutally killed that someone took notice. And after a year of frantic searching whilst the body count rose, Gretel was found, caught in the act of removing some addict’s veins. Needless to say she was jailed for life, but life is never life these days. They let her out to spare room for younger criminals, after all what could she do at this age? Moving back to the house she used to live in before she was jailed, she found it in dire need of repair. It had been left abandoned for her whole sentence, left there at the end of the street, a nasty old grey and peeling house that's falling apart, right at the top of the street where no one goes. Except that isn’t entirely true, local kids on dares were frequent visitors to the murderers house. There were stories that she still lived there in the walls, and she would sneak out on people wandering in and kill them for food. Needless to say some kids were dared to go up, but that last time they discovered that she actually was there, trying to retrieve whatever possessions were still left in her old house. ------ ☪ Title: The Silver KnightUsername: Articx-FrostName: Ryan JonesAge: 24Sex: MaleDomain: Air and SpaceWeapon: Ryan wields a pair of long thin scimitars on his waist, though he isn't above using long range weapons when he can.Totem: Ryan has a carrion crow following him as a voice of reason and wisdom in the dream world.Personality: Your perfect example of a coward. He never fights head on, unless he knows that he can win, and will hide at most attacks. Prefering to sneak around and strike from the shadows or even just hide if given the chance. He's the kind of person that would happily use someone else as a shield. However he is smart. No doubt he has some kind of plan running through his mind, though he lacks the courage to do anything with his wonderful plans.Appearance: RyanBackground: Ryan is currently unemployed, trying to make it big as an artist. While trying he's being supported by friends and family due to his narcolepsy, which makes most normal things far more dificult than it should be. While this means that he has more frequent access to Etherea, the trips are shorter and less controlled. As a child he was bullied because of his narcolepsy, an easy target, though the fact that he didn't cut his hair might have helped. He paints Etherea when awake, building up his collection in hope that he can gain recognition for something in his life.------ ☪ Title: The Golden KnightUsername: Seraph-Stray Name: Angel Crosfir Age: 22 Sex: Male Domain: Light (manipulation/ control of), Lesser domain over the Mind. Weapon: A broad sword made simply of pure light. It is two feet taller than him, Totem: A gryphon of sorts. It's body is that of a lion, it possesses the mane of a lion, and the wings of a falcon (albeit an overgrown falcon, but a falcon nonetheless). Personality: Angel is aware of his good looks, but does not flaunt them. He does not really care that he is the Golden Knight, and as far as he is concerned with that matter, he is "Golden" in title only. He sees himself (personality wise) as a very flawed person and tries to make up for it by being nice to others. He is not very outspoken, and is often the "wall flower" at parties and such. That does not mean he doesn't have something to say, however. Appearance: Awake
Etherea (These are very rough, just so you get the idea of what he's wearing and what he looks like.)
On Earth, he likes to wear stylish clothing that are rather expensive, but the tips he makes at the bar more than cover for it.
In Etherea, his clothing is white and covered in zippers, as are his boots. on his right arm he wears two bracelets that are simply giant zippers as well. He never chose what he was going to wear in his dream form, and can never seem to change it, no matter how hard he tries. Perhaps it has something to do with having "zipped" up emotions that he just won't let out?Background: Angel was called to Etherea when he was 16. Unable to distinguish between Etherea and Earth, he slipped into a coma that lasted for only a few days. In the mean time, his parents were in shock and confused as to why he had suddenly slipped into this coma.
On the third day, Angel encountered his worst fear. Perhaps he had been confronting it since his arrival in the dream world; he saw before him his parents being slaughtered and all of his friends being killed before him. This was when he realized that he was not awake. He had to have been asleep. Angel turned his back on the illusions, the nightmare, and a bright light burst from his chest. From this light there formed an odd, bestial body. It appeared to be a lion, but there were wings upon its back, and a beak where it's maw should have been. A gryphon. Now he knew he was dreaming. He laughed at the gryphon, pat its head, and began walking off into the distance...
The next thing Angel knew, he was awake, sitting in a hospital room feeling better than he ever had in his life.
He later found how worried his parents and friends had been, and remembered the nightmare he had had. He swore he would never let that happen.
A few years pass, his parents pass away in a terrible car accident, and all of his "close" friends have moved away to go to different colleges. He is 22 now. He has a full time job at the local bar with Tivoli. He is currently going to school for game development, but it's all about to get very rocky... ------ ☪ Title: The Indigo KnightUsername: Ruined HorizonName: Suzanne PratherAge: 16Sex: FemaleDomain: Void (presence or absence of matter/gravity), lesser control over DeathWeapon: Mace/Chain maceTotem: SpiderPersonality: Prather is cautious, loyal, and dedicated to her cause. The catch being, her stubbornness does not allow her to change from her cause easily even if it is wrong. Very intelligent, she respects factual arguments far more than emotional ones.Appearance:
Suzanne Prather- In her late teens, she had never truly developed much. She would stand about five and a half feet tall, but due to the comatose state, she is rail-thin. Her body is technically healthy, but without indipendant movement for a long time, it is quite weak. Her hair is blonde, but cut very short for matters of convenience in care. Caucasian, her eyes would be hazel were they open.
Indigo Knight- Perhaps in respect to her physical body, she is lithe and agile. Rather than physically powerful, she is able to move like water and flit through the world quickly. Her form is about six feet tall, with ornate occidental armor limned in silver embellishments. All plates of the plate-mail armor are variants of purple and indigo. Her entire body is encased in armor, from head to foot, including her face. Instead of a helm visor, her entire face is hidden by a highly polished faceplate that mirrors what is in front of her. None have ever seen past that visor. Those few she has faced in combat only know their own face as the Indigo Knight has closed in.Background: Suzanne Prather grew up in an affluent home. Both parents had more than a fair amount of success in the business and stock worlds, making her want for nothing. Still, rather than be spoiled or pleased, she found that constricting. Everything she owned, she realized was given to her. In her mind, that meant everything she had could be taken away by her parents since it was given to her by them. In truth, nothing had ever been truly ripped from her, but all was tentative in her view. In order to have something truly earned and her own, she took a job in a small pizza place- locally owned. Despite the hard job and the low wage, it gave her satisfaction because every dollar she earned and saved could not be taken away. Hyperintelligent, she rationalized her life as few others could follow.
One night, she was off delivering a pizza in the small town she worked in, and a drunk driver hit her while speeding. The impact destroyed the car Prather was driving, and left her body broken. Due to shock and trauma, her mind seemed to collapse inward to avoid the pain. Burned, broken, and in enough pain to make most scream, her body was essentially disconnected from his consciousness. The affluence of her family benefited her as her parents lovingly spared no expense to make her comfortable, despite the comatose state. For the past year, her body has been healing steadily, and aside from the coma, Prather is perfectly healthy again.
There was a good reason she wouldn't wake up. Beyond the barrier of dreams, the girl became a part of the dream world. Without the ability to wake up, dream logic began to become her only logic, and a dreamer became the dream. Her unique strength of will and mind drew the attention of the legendary Dreamwalkers, who did not realize she was a living being at first. Over time, denial of all things that she had not earned began to manifest in the dream as the ability to condense or reject matter in a space. Seeking that power's growth, the Thought and Memory dubbed this being a Knight, draped in indigo. Prather fell further from physical life as she embraced what he felt was earned- potential realized as she 'earned' knighthood. That recognition earned the Dreamwalkers her loyalty, and the Indigo Knight was theirs to command . . . and has been for as long as she could remember. Her body forgotten, it ages in the best of care.------
MORE NIGHTMARES?!?!? ☪ Title: The Nightmare of Falling Username: Cobalt Name: The Fall Age: n/a Sex: n/a Domain: Gravity Weapon: A 7-foot-long heavy staff with viciously spiked ends, rather like these: each end Totem: none Personality: Gleeful, constantly laughing at the silly humans who fear the sensation of falling. The Fall never blinks, and stares with a constant grin. As this grin consists of many large teeth, the effect is somewhat maniacal. Its voice is heavy and grating. It prefers to catch its victims at a distance, almost never in direct view of the dreamer when he or she starts to fall, but as fear sets in, it will swiftly move close to savor the panic. It prefers also to avoid direct combat if possible, using its powers to hinder its enemy while it dances out of the way, or it may immobilize the enemy so it can defeat him or her as its leisure. Appearance: The Fall has a tall, thin body, vaguely human-shaped, with pale, colorless skin. Its legs are also thin, but its feet are stumpy with a few claws that clutch the earth from clublike feet, if they can be called that – it looks as if the leg just ends with claws, no visible ankle. Its arms are very long and thin except for below the elbow, where they swell out to large, clutching hands that fade to a dark color. Its head resembles a misshapen dog’s head, with a long muzzle full of jagged teeth, two spikes reaching back like long ears, and small pinprick black eyes that reflect no light. The overall effect is somewhat werewolflike and yet rough, gangly and unsettling, not quite human and not quite werewolf. Unless in battle, it carries the staff in its right hand and when standing, sets it upright on the ground. Background: Have you ever had one of those nightmares where you are falling, and wake up convinced you are plunging helplessly to your death? The Fall is responsible for that. It manipulates the very pull of gravity to create the fear of falling, though it can also use it in other ways, such as holding someone to the ground with high gravity or flying. Humans have a natural orientation to the planet they reside on and to the force with which it pulls them towards it at all times. When this force is altered or taken away, disorientation and fear immediately result. The Fall delights and feeds on this fear, this deeply instinctive reaction, and has grown powerful. Since the Darkest Nightmare released it, it now roams freely on Earth wreaking havoc. ☪ Title: Knight of Grief/ Bringer of Sorrow Username: Disturbing Tale Teller Name: Darragh O'Breian Age: 29 Sex: Male Domain: Feelings of Grief, Sorrow, Loss of Hope Weapon: Crossbow; Made of black stained silver. Nothing overly detailed or intricate, yet it has always done the job well for him. Totem: Since becoming a Nightmare, his totem long warped into something lesser, and yet more powerful, than it had been before. His trusty Steed, a Roc by the name of Aisling, became a mass of darkness and flesh. Golden and hazle feathers became black as pitch, and clear blue hues seem to have rotted out of her head, leaving pits in their stead. The only color on her body are two red lines running from the pits of her eyes down her feathered cheeks, marking the time when she once cried for her Knight.
Aisling now goes by the name of Airbrón, which translates into 'Great Sorrow', and no longer recognizes her previous name. Personality: The phrase to describe Dar is 'Silence is Golden'. He spends most of his time with an expression of being far away, and speaks very few words because of that. Appearance: Waking World- Darragh stands around 5'9", with a muscular but slim, almost too-skinny, build. His hair is black and wavy, but shorter, always appearing to be in some sort of mess. Coal black eyes sit heavy in his head, dark rings around them that appear to be from lack of sleep or otherwise...
Which might be strange, because he spends more time in Etherea than he does in the waking world. His clothes normally consist of a short-sleeve button up shirt and a pair of jeans, along with his favorite leather jacket and worn boots. He has a strangely cute pink kitten charm hanging off his cellphone.
Etherea- Within Etherea, Darragh's appearance is shifted- both from the transition of the dream, but also because he is a Nightmare. His hair is slicked back, his eyes are deeper than black, and shadows play around them, accenting deep lines from sorrow. Dar's skin becomes even paler than his own in the waking world, and takes on a grayish hue as if someone were viewing him with a black-and-white, old, TV. The only color is his lips, which are bluish in tone.
Once being a Knight, Darragh wears a sorts of armour, though being a crossbowman, it is nothing too heavy. Leather shoulder pads, chestplate, and other assortments of light armour dons his body, though a feathered cape, almost appearing created by shadows or Airbrón herself, covers most of it. All of his armour is black and isn't all that detailed, almost holding an 'in the rough' sort of feeling to it.
His crossbow rides along his back, with a hookup beside his bolts, though that bag seems nearly empty all the time, when they used to be full. Darragh used to have a half-helm that rested over his head, the design a simple two layered set-up with curved horns at the sides, but it long since disappeared.
Background: Darragh was part of a Knighthood of the past, and was a Golden Night then. Though he wasn't the wisest of characters, he had done his part well, and enjoyed the realm of Etherea immensely. However, he also had an amazing life in the Waking world, and so his time spent in each were vaguely even.
He had a twin sister he lived with, along with her son who idolized him as an uncle in place of a missing father. Darragh was a medical student in college, had top grades, and a promising future. It was like that for a few years... Until the accident happened, and corruption entered the world of Etherea.
The one vacation Darragh finally allowed himself turned into a Nightmare on its own. Their car crashed, both his Sister and his Nephew were killed, and he was put in a coma for several months. During that time, that long time spent in Etherea, he was in mourning. He could not do his duty, nor did he want to. No words left his lips for the longest time, and he refused to even look at anyone, let alone go near them.
It was during that time that he began to change... He came to encounter Nightmares more and more, within Etherea and even some of his own. His totem, Aisling, bore the physical appearance of his suffering as her feathers began turning black, and she cried for her Knight every waking hour in the Dream world. Darragh seemed to be spiraling into madness, and became outcast of the other nights.
When he was talking, anyone would have found it to be shadows, and grew worse and worse. Soon his eyes were darkening, and his armour began changing, as well as his demeanor. His mourning only continued, and he became a Nightmare, completely, the first night he woke up from his coma.
That night, he was given the pieces left of his life to pick up... He still owned the home he and his sister shared, but he didn't find it all that welcoming as anything other than a place to sleep and to keep food at for when he was awake. Though half of himself seemed locked in Etherea, he managed to find a small job he could manage to do well, and pretended to be a person anymore...
Because deep within... Any Humanity left in him had died the moment he became a Nightmare.☪ The Chase DarkScarlettVixen ☪ The Drowning Ark of Umbrage ☪ The Abandonment Eylios
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:49 pm
RULES The rules are very simple!
Since this is Gaia, all of Gaia's rules apply. And since this is the Roleplay Refuge, all of those rules apply too! And since this is my roleplay, here are some of my rules. ☪ I really don't like it when people stand around confused. So if you have a question, ask me right away. ☪ If you don't think you can commit to this roleplay, then playing one of the premade positions probably isn't a good idea. But if you'd like to join in, you can always ask for a temporary side role like a Nightmare or an Etherean dreamer. ☪ Lit means literate. For me, that means at least a paragraph or two in a post, with good details, and few to no technical mistake, such as punctuation or spelling. ☪ It would be nice if you decorated your posts, but you don't have to. Colored text would be nice, at the least. Just don't think a pretty post is going to get you out of a good post! ☪ All of the characters have had certain aspects predetermined. Understand when you apply for that character, you can't change those aspects. Everything else is fair game. ☪ Respect the setting, okay? Earth is... Earth. Like where we live. It's 2011, we got skyscrapers and cars and cell phones, sure. Etherea is the dreamworld - your character can only go there by being asleep (or meditating or being the Gold or Silver Knight) and projecting themselves there, It's a murky conglomeration of every dream everyone has ever had. ☪ Try not to kill anyone, okay? At least, not anyone important.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 9:16 pm
PROFILES To apply for a character, you just have to be the first one to send in a profile for them! First come, first served. As profiles are sent in to me, I will put them up in the Cast post. Here's an example of an empty profile, with hopefully helpful explanations included. If you'd like, you can decorate the profile with colored text and symbols. Profile Format Username: Username goes here.Title: The _____ Knight, if you're a Knight, or maybe The _____ of _____ - depends on your character.Name: The name of your characterAge: The age of your character - Nightmares and other dream constructs don't have an age, because time does not flow in dreams.Sex: Male or female, another trait not applicable to Nightmares, but you're welcome apply one anyways.Domain: Your character's powers - fire, void, earth, thought, etc. Nightmares don't have preset powers like the Knights, so maybe pick something interesting like blood or fear for a power.Weapon: Fight, bitches! Ahahahaha! You should probably pick something cool - and something special and unique! And effective.Totem: A spirit animal, like what you see on (namedrop) totem poles. This creature is a guide, assistant, maybe even a mentor or battle partner to your character. It could be a "real" animal like a goat or a snake, or something not real like a unicorn. It's basically just one of the many unique things that will be associated with your character and make them stand out.Personality: This is pretty self-explanatory. Don't make this a list of traits, but an actual paragraph or two - is your character sort of a space cadet, or maybe a narcissist? I don't know, it's your character. I just supply the powers and the positions.Appearance: I 'd prefer if you linked to a picture, and then supplemented with a good description of your character. Or, you could just link to a picture and not write anything, or write a big description and not link to a picture.Background: This is what's commonly referred to as a biography or the history of your character. Just talk about where they came from, maybe one or two big events in their lives that form the basis of their general personality or morals. Explaining your character's relationship to other character, if there is one, is a good thing to include too, and would be very interesting to read.
Please don't keep a lot of secrets in these profiles. Skimpy profiles have a tendency to lead to godmodding and attention-whoring plotlines. Here is the code for formatting the profile - just replace the "---" with the appropriate information. [size=13][b]Username:[/b][/size] [size=11]---[/size]
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Posted: Fri May 27, 2011 3:09 pm
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Open for posting for characters with complete profiles
Only accepting Nightmares and Etherians from now on
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 3:49 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIs this Clarice? Why, hello Clarice. It was hot, and not the nice hot, it was sticky hot... Inside that old house at the end of the road it was even worse, the air didn't move around much in this type of weather, instead it just hung there in a clammy horrible mess waiting to try and suffocate you with uncomfort. Outside in the dried out brown and crunchy garden four young boys were looking up at the peeling building's windows. There was always the stories about buildings like these, that they're haunted or cursed or something, but there was a new one about this one... there was a rumour that 'The Wall Witch was seen last weekend, and then the day after the kid that seen her disappeared! " Hey Joe, you go first..." Said the biggest of the four pushing forward a skinny blond boy, who retaliated by pushing the bigger one back and knocking him to the floor. " Yeah right man! I say we all go, together..." Joe shouted and helped his friend up. Slowly, the two creeped forwards closely followed by the other boys. The dried dead grass crunching lightly under their feet as they rounded the house to the back porch. The creaking boards of the decking quietly broke their silence as Joe reached for the door handle, and with a quiet turn opened it into the dimly lit kitchen. but it was different from the last time, a pot was on the hob... Vegetables were boiling away with the sweet smell of soup stock, yet on they crept into the dusty house as naive children would do after a dare, turning back now would mean they failed! And to fail a dare would get them branded pussies for the rest of their school years! Joe turned, raising a finger to his lips to quiet the other three who has started whispering at the sight of some bleeding meat on a board next to the cooker, thoughts of the missing boy were obviously still on their minds. " Man I hope that's pork..." Joe said quietly to the others, and carried on into the hall. And that's when they seen... there was someone in the living room, one of the high backed chairs had been uncovered and there was definitely a foot visible from where they stood behind it in the hall. The four fell completely silent... Frozen with fear, until the taller one nudged Joe forwards, to which Joe again went to retaliate by pushing hm back until he reconsidered the noise it would make. Instead he chose to go, and started to sneak towards the foot, the pale wrinkled foot in it's old washed out green slipper with tacky gold trims... " maybe it's dead? Maybe it's just a tramp, maybe it Is The Wall Witch!! No, like hell that's right she's just a story... I hope" He thought frantically as more leg came into view, most of it covered in a plaid skirt, then there was a hand.. A skinny bony hand stained slightly red. this was definitely no tramp, though dead? maybe. Joe kept it together though and pressed on and eventually found himself staring at a wrinkled old woman lying head back in an old murky velvet chair. Was she alive? " Is she dead? She's not what people said she'd look like. The Wall Witch was shorter, and her nose was meant to be huge and crooked, and did she not have claws? Her hands are... Well, is that blood? Oh wait the meat..." He thought looking her up and down. she wasn't that scary looking when you took her all in. Something wasn't right, there was something disturbing her peace... Gretel had been napping after preparing a stock to boil down, a weird dream though. the land she was in was barren and waste, littered with bones bleached from the sun and dried brittle wood from a forest long gone. the only thing she seen living was a massive hulking beast on the horizon, it looked like a snake, or something anyway... Another weird thing was that she was practically 21 again! She'd never been much of a dreamer, prison didn't allow for much deep sleep after all, but this was a dream so vivid, it was almost real. She was pulled from it by some creaking floor boards or something, she couldn't tell. Quickly here eyes opened, and to her surprise there was a young boy of no more than 10 standing in front of her... He recoiled in horror and fell to the floor and mumbled something that she swear sounded like 'don't eat me please' whilst glancing behind her towards the door where she spied three other boys standing like rabbits in headlights Gretel stood up, thinking she could take advantage of the situation. " Eat you? HA! Ahahaha! Like ******** I would eat a disgusting vile creature like you. But your friend there, the fat one... Now he has some meat on him! HAHAHA!" She shouted in twisted shrill words and grabbed a knife fro a dirty plate that was sitting on a small table next to her chair, the remnants of a sandwich crust placed neatly in a pile at the edge, and waved it towards the larger boy. Joe panicked at the mad woman, she was definitely The Wall Witch! " RUN!!" Joe shouted and sped towards the door trying to avoid the maniacal laughter as if it could physically grab him and do as much damage as the knife in her hand. The other three had already started at the mention of 'the fat one' and were already in the kitchen. Joe caught up in no time, forcing his way out the door with them and sprinted to the street and kept going, as you would if a witch said she was up for eating someone... Feeling more awake, energised and again on her own, Gretel cleared up her plate and went back to cutting up the pork for her casserole. She hadn't had decent food for quite a while and the smell was well welcomed by her nose, the heat in the kitchen however was not... It felt like she was still in that bone riddled desert... ☪
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 5:55 pm
☪xxxxxxxxxx songxxxxxxxxxx☪xxxxxxxxxx earth"... and stay out!" a young woman yelled after shoving a man into the alley. The man stumbled around for a moment, apparently confused, but by the time he had gathered his wits, Tivoli Sisco had already slammed the back door to the bar shut. There was no place in her bar for fighters. Aside from annoying her, it meant a whole lot of paperwork for her and her boss if someone got hurt and sued. She headed back into the bar, easily sidestepping waitresses, waiters, and even some stumbling patrons. There was a good crowd tonight, full of good humor and smiles. That made her happy... it meant that this was going to be an easy shift. As she approached the bar, she easily hopped over the wooden surface, sliding along until she dropped off on the other side.
"... 'eyyyy Tivvy!" a regular called down on the end, "How's about another round for me and my buddy here? There's a good gal." Smiling, Tiv brought a bottle of rum down to the older man, pouring out a generous amount to both him and his companion. The man laughed as she poured, giving her a wink as he raised his glass to her before downing half of it in a tremendous gulp. Smacking his lips, he looked her up and down with a scrutinizing eye. "... you look thinner, girl," he criticized, "You eatin'... or you still takin' them pills?" Tivoli looked at him for a long moment, her face blank. She then looked around the bar to see if anyone needed her for the moment... which they didn't. With a sigh, she poured him more alcohol before setting the bottle back down on the bar.
"... can't fool you, old man," she said with a sly grin, "Yeah, I'm still taking the pills. No, I haven't really been hungry for food." The man nodded wisely for a moment, frowning a bit as she confided in him. "Don't worry," she told him, "I have a banana every so often... when I remember. I also eat the bread we serve her. I'm not going to die." The old man scoffed, and then broke out laughing until tears clouded his eyes.
"You need to get yer head out of them fantasy lands you dream of. It ain't healthy, kid," he told her, "Why don't you get like them other girls and get yourself a good boyfriend an' get hitched and have some kids? You're gettin' up there, ain'tcha?" Tivoli only rolled her eyes as she moved away, her irateness making the old man dissolve into a fit of hysterics once more. What he had observed was true... Tiv had lost weight. About 10 pounds. It all seemed to happen at once... recently, she had been sleeping more and more, and for longer time periods as well. She couldn't help it... the Otherworld was addicting, and so much better than the life she had now. Tivvy spent every moment she could there between shifts at work, taking sleeping pills to aid her in staying under longer. She wasn't addicted... she didn't like using synthetic means, but her body gave her no other choice. When she woke up, she typically wasn't hungry... at least, not in the sense involving food. All she wanted was more time in the Otherworld. More time there.
Grumbling to herself, Tivy came back into the present... back to the demands of her customers. Those who used alcohol to escape their problems... to get to their happy place. 'If only a simple drink could get me there,' Tivoli thought to herself as she set a couple beers on a tray for a waiter to grab, 'If only it were that simple.'
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2011 9:52 pm
Etherea, an amalgam of all the dreams of those that rest, is a myriad of places all melded into a patchwork quilt of alternate realities. From sparse deserts to sprawling metropolis; from deepest forest to networked cyberverse; all are represented here. All genres of life are represented here, and though most tend to gravitate toward something the dreamers would see as 'realistic,' not every dreamer was so limited. In one fantasy area of the worlds, a tall cliff overlooks a turbulent sea. Were one to fall of the cliff, it would take several minutes to fall to one's doom. Instead, atop this precarious perch, stands what would be called a 'folley.' A singular tower, circular in form rises up several stories. Atop the uppermost level, a high wall with parapets offers some shelter from the wind, but also plentiful places to peer between to see the world around oneself. This meaningless tower was the fantasy of some person that evidently was not here in Etherea, or no longer needs this dream. Still, the tower is abandoned, but not uninhabited.
Standing in the center of the top level, facing the ever-present ocean breeze, was one that was given unique status among dreams. Standing tall and still, the being merely waited patiently and listened. Behind this being a long and flowing cape of inidigo billowed in the wind. The cape attached to a humanoid dressed in armor of matching color, limned in silver accents. Judging by the distinctive curves of the hipguards and breastplate, this being was female, though such could be a deception. The form is lithe, thin, and agile in build. A helm hides her hair, and in her right hand was a single piece of metal. It was solid, mirrored, and strangely see-through from a concave side as if made only of air, but completely reflective on the convex. The female stood still, facing the faintly roaring ocean. Slowly, she pulls her right hand towards her head, and a soft click could be heard as the metal clicked into it's home over her face. Her armor was apparently seamless, as if the metal was her skin, including the lack of a face.
Without warning, the indigo knight bolted forward. Her momentum only built as she lept over the parapets before her, and began a graceful swan dive over the side of the cliff. Faster and faster she flew downward, momentum building to a fever pitch and terminal velocity. With a flick of her power, the knight gestured to the wall flying past at dizzying speed. She felt the power enact, but it was long since past before she could verify it. On the spot passed, a circular hole in reality appeared, one several feet in diameter, as if the matter had been ripped away. Then, as the sea began to reach up with waves eager to catch and pull under the dreamer, the knight opened yet another hole in the world. Right before her, she opened a void in reality that was able to follow dream logic. The hole swallowed her up and closed behind her easily. The instant her body flew through that hole, she erupted out the one halfway down he cliffside. Such was a favoured tactic of the Indigo knight. She used her own momentum to suddenly fly outward via terminal velocity.
Drawing a heavy spiked mace from her back under her cape, she again enacted her power. This time, it wasn't reality that bent and opened, but a field of distorted light formed around her mace. The blunt and powerful striking area of her weapon took on a simmering effect as the area drew in more and more matter, growing so dense that it gained a gravitational field. Such grew to the point of combating the natural pull of the ground, and using that as an arial 'anchor,' The knight went on a trip through the sky, her own terminal velocity giving her momentum as she silently and gracefully flew across the skies. This was a time-wasting measure of enjoyment for her, but she could afford the diversion.
As a knight, she was tasked to serve and protect Thought and Memory- a responsibility that she took more seriously than all of existence. Nothing trumped that duty to her, and despite having long since lost any form of personal identity, she was happy to serve. If anything, she was the paragon of her group, dedicated beyond measure to her duties whenever the pair, or even a single member, were present in Etherea. If anything, she found her peers lacking. None seemed to show either the will to do what was asked, or the drive to serve proactively. For the moment, that didn't matter. Gliding through the partly cloudy sky on tireless winds, the Indigo Knight flew as only she knew how . . . and deeply enjoyed her world.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 2:43 pm
Ryan Jones – The Silver Knight
An introduction
Ryan yawned widely, rubbing at his eyes as he found his bearings again. Cracking one eye open he found himself staring at a half finished painting in the easel, one depicting what looked like a small village hanging off of a cliff. Smiling as he thought of the people that lived there, he heaved himself out of his seat. It was the place in Etherea that he felt most at home in, mostly because of the constant wind going through the place. Warm, but never humid. They traded minerals that they mined from the cliff for foods and other necessities. He protected them and the other surrounding areas from the ever increasing nightmare attacks in exchange for food and shelter. But now he was back on Earth where it was just as complicated. The twin worlds of Earth and Etherea, linked only through the slight psychic link of dreams, even if no one but a select few knew about it. As far as he knew, he was one of the most powerful out of that select few, collectively known as “The Knights”.
Looking up at the clock on the wall, he rubbed his eyes once more, just to make sure. Half twelve? Must've been a longer session than normal then. Wobbling only slightly as he moved from his seat to the kitchen, he fished about the cupboards in search of something to eat. Finding only a half empty box of cereal, he moved the search to the fridge. Much to his delight and surprise, it was fully stocked with meats, yoghurts and a microwave meal with a note from his eldest brother. Steak and rice for dinner then. Shrugging, he lifted out the things he needed for a sandwich, content that he could paint well into the afternoon.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 1:38 pm
Odessa Brayden climbed off her middle-school bus when it came to a full stop. She was one of the last ones off the bus, as everyone pushed and crowded past her. She watched as the other young teens ambled off in the direction of their various homes, while she waited at the bus stop. She sat on the bench and pulled out a cheap mass-market paperback novel from her bag. The cover showed a rather buxom beauty with exotic features dressed entirely in shining armor, her sword drawn and seemingly radiating light as it pointed to the sky (and conveniently to the title of the novel displayed in excessively loopy french script "The Vengeful Valkyrie"). There was rather a lot of airbrushing involved. Odessa settled back into her place on the end of the bench, her bookbag now on her lap. She pulled the book open to her bookmark (a unicorn [more airbrushing]) and wrapped her arms around her backpack, settling her chin on top as she picked up where she'd left off.
She hadn't progressed farther than about 10 pages when another bus arrived at the stop. This one was from the elementary school and Odessa carefully replaced her bookmark and book, then swinging her bag onto her back stood up and waited attentively by the bus as all the young children filed off. Calliope was one of the first and she bounded toward Odessa excitedly.
"Ready?" Odessa asked her sister, running her hand over the top of her sibling's head. Calliope nodded and they headed off toward home. It wasn't a long walk and it was safe but Odessa liked to be there since their mom didn't have time to pick them up anymore, she wanted Callie to still feel special and cared for. Before long, they were at the front door. Callie pulled the key from beneath a fake rock on their porch and opened the door, leaving the key in the lock. Odessa removed the key and replaced it in the rock before following the 7 year old hurricane that was spinning through the foyer toward the kitchen.
She picked up the discarded backpack, found the single sandal that had been kicked off and managed to reach the kitchen just in time to see Callie standing on a stool with one knee on the counter about to lever herself onto it to reach an upper shelf; her other sandal dangling precariously from an unhooked strap.
"Wait! Let me help you!" she remarked somewhat quietly as she moved quickly to relocate a paring knife that had been left on the counter. "What is it you want?"
"Graham crackers!" Callie said excitedly.
"Ok, let me reach them. Do you think you can pour yourself some milk?" The smaller girl nodded and climbed off the counter. "Some for me too please!"
As she reached for the box of crackers she heard their mother in the other room, nearly shouting-"I don't care what that b*****d wants! Who does he think he is?! Can he even ASK for full-custody?!..." the noise continued. Callie froze as she opened the fridge, listening.
Odessa reacted quickly. She knocked over the drying rack of silverware onto the floor, making a loud clatter. "Oh drat!" she exclaimed (though she knew some more emphatic choice words). As she began to clean up the silverware, she deliberate clinked them together and dropped them several more times, both drowning out their mother's conversation and temporarily distracting Callie. When the noise had subsided slightly, she shuffled to the den and closed the door quietly which would muffle the sounds of her mother's phone call. Her mom didn't notice. She still loves us. Odessa reminded herself. They both still love us. They just need some time to deal with these distractions first.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 7:52 pm
Angel stumbled out of the break room of the bar and made his way down a narrow hall way. It was dark, and the dark green paint on the walls, certainly did not help to brighten it up. He had zoned out on his break and was late to clock back in.Tivoli would not be pleased.
Angel had traveled to Etherea on his break, and had simply sat on a hillside, staring at the ocean he knew wasn't real. He no longer required sleep to travel to Etherea. He could simply "day dream" as it were, and leave his body momentarily, or for however long he needed to. It was very convenient.
He stood now at the end of the hallway, his hand on the door to the counter where Tivoli stood. Angel would walk in, clock back on, and start working without saying a word. Surely then she wouldn't scold him. Surely.
Angel opened the door silently, and peaked in. She was talking to an older gentleman.
"Okay, this will be easy. Maybe I'm over thinking this whole thing". He often over thought things, but it was always for the best. Occasionally, however, it was for the worse.
He slid behind the counter and closed the door leading into the hall way, and clocked in.
As he washed his hands he looked up, and saw an attractive young lady, probably his age, sitting right in front of him.
"May I get you anything to drink?", he said, now drying his hands.
"Uhm...I'll have a double shot of captain....yeah. That's it".
"Boring", Angel thought and then laughed aloud. He had seen something in her head, a thought. Or, rather, a glimpse of a thought. She really wanted the bottle and then some. The girl looked around, and then back at him.
"What's so funny?"
"I was just thinking, you look like someone who could probably use something a little stronger".
She laughed, "Oh please. After this I'll feel okay. Don't want to over do it."
Angel nodded, "Fair enough".
He turned around to grab the bottle of Captain Morgan and quickly looked over at Tivoli...
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 9:37 am
“Now, when you have two threads trying to access the same resource at the same time, there could be conflicts...” the professor droned.
Martin stifled a yawn as he glanced at the clock on the wall. ”Only five minutes left... why can’t she just end the class instead of starting the next chapter?” he thought to himself. He was sure most of the rest of the class thought the same thing. This professor wasn’t the best lecturer in the world, that was for sure.
He shifted in his seat, propping his head up with his arm, poised to take some notes. But she hadn’t said anything particularly noteworthy, and Martin’s eyelids drifted shut before he realized.
Slowly, the real world of the lecture hall began to tune out. Martin’s consciousness was filled with nothing.
And there was a voice. Not the professors, for it gave Martin chills up and down his spine.
”Ah, Dreamwalker! You’re early - the Master awai-”
”BRRRRRRRNG,” went the old-fashioned school bell. Martin woke with a jolt.
The lecture hall was full of the sounds of people stuffing their notebooks in their backpacks, while their professor yelled over the noise that their homework was due next class.
”I must have fallen asleep. That’s all.” He reassurance did nothing to quell the uneasy feeling he had. Just what was that voice?
Another student slid past him, dragging him out of his reverie. He quickly checked the board - nothing was written - before packing his bag and leaving with the rest of the class.
He checked the time on the clock outside the classroom. If he was right about their schedules, he could meet up with Morgan. Maybe relax a bit. He definitely needed some time to relax.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 10:54 am
She used to remember her dreams so well when she was a child, but now that she was at the local college wit her brother, she suppose she had just a few too many exam-induced bad dreams - she didn't seem to bother to remember all her dreams anymore.
But this one, she actually remembered something!
She was standing on top of a cross on a tower - it must have been a bell tower at a church, who else would but a cross up there? - and the sky was dark purple with red and orange clouds. It was so cool-looking, pretty even, and a bit eerie at the same time.
I was holding something in my hands, Morgan told herself. Some heavy, about as tall as me, like.... She raised up her arms, and fired an imaginary gun. That was it. She had a gun, and she was watching a storm come in, all set in a strangely colored cityscape.
What was I doing?
Morgan thought for a bit, but nothing came to her. She must not have been thinking very hard in her dream, if she couldn't remember it.
"Alright then," she said out loud. "Clearly in my dreams I'm.... a Cold War spy. Yes, that's entirely it."
Clearly.
She stood up from where she had been napping at her desk. Her phone fell off her lap with a clatter, and she looked down and groaned. Always the phone. Always. The cover came off and she bent down to pick it up. This time, the battery hadn't fallen out, so the phone was still on. Good. She knew her brother would be getting out of class soon, and one of them would probably call the other at some point and ask about going out somewhere for food. Sometimes they'd try to call each other at the same time.
Maybe, she'd go down to that one bar. A couple people worked there that she recognized. Maybe she didn't know them very well, but she had certainly seen them before..... somewhere.
[[ Woo! Glad to see everyone posting! Sorry I was late on my entry, but it seems like Giyari cut the ribbon well enough. Everyone has had great entry posts so far! Seraph-Stray, you might want to adjust your font color, that shade of yellow is a bit hard to make out without tilting my screen. ]]
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 2:13 pm
Far away, deep within the bowels of the exiled lands of Etherea, in the very epicenter of the dark maelstrom, a lone figure sat upon his throne. He wore regal attire, though nothing that spoke of excess. His shirt was pure white, with ruffles at the neck and wrists. Over this was a black and white diamond-stitched vest of pure silk. It shimmered in the light cast by the tall, ornately detailed stained glass windows of his tower. His trousers were also black, made from the finest leather. These ended in a pair of black boots, polished so much that they appeared to give off their own light.The man's features were mostly covered by his onyx hair, which fell about his shoulders in pristine curls. But they could not cover the pure ivory hue that graced his skin. And just behind the curls, beneath the long eyelashes of his closed eyes, there was a thin, slender smile that had graced the man's features.
The man sat upon his throne, a simple affair carved from marble. His arms were folded in his lap, his fingers silently playing with themselves as he thought about his recent turn of fortunes. A low, harmonious chuckle could be heard echoing throughout the assembly hall of the mammoth castle where the man resided. It went uninterrupted for many moments, many incalculable moments. For there is no such thing as time within Etherea, the land of dreams.
The silent mirth was only halted when the stark contrast of a horrendous screeching sound, like nails on stone, pealed out throughout the halls. The scratching was rhythmic, and it grew louder with each screech. Shortly the source of the noise was visible by the lord of the keep, and it in contrast was a thing of utter hideousness. It was a jet black, amorphous being, stumping along on 3 disfigured limbs. Two of the limbs resembled something more akin to fleshy, bulbous stumps than actual appendages, while the third was a long, slender thing riddled with claws and other sharp protrusions. This limb mostly dragged behind as the other two struggled to pull it's massive form froward along the cobblestone floors.
It would be a lie to say the creature had a face. In truth it simply had a single stalk where something resembling an eye was set. This periscopic appendage swiveled about, trying desperately to search for something that wasn't there. Beneath the eye stalk there was something of a void where a mouth should be. This void was rimmed with razor sharp, disfigured teeth all around its edge. These moved about frantically in anticipation of a meal that may or may not be available.
Despite the creature's grotesque appearance the elegant man paid it no mind. Instead he stayed within his own world, still twirling his fingers and thinking about the grand things that were about to unfold. Finally the creature reached its master's throne, and did it's utter best to bow with it's misshapen body. It spoke in a voice that seemed to ooze and drool, the teeth almost grinding at the back of your mind in antagonistic agony. "Master, your guest has returned to the waking."
At this the man opened his eyes to view his servant in more detail. It was but a simple nightmare, one of the countless horde that inhabited his lands. Normally such news would have caused him to annihilate the construct immediately, but these were not normal times. Instead the man simply closed his eyes again, still retaining his smile from earlier. "No matter, they are already ours. He and his kin shall be graced with my presence soon enough."
The nightmare bowed once again in recognition of this statement, and in gratitude for his master's mercy. The man sat upon his throne still as he waved the nightmare away. The black mass bowed obediently, struggling to turn around and head back the way it came. As the thing left, the man looked up from his throne and smiled at his little creation. Soon, he thought to himself, so very soon. And all my servants will play the parts they were created for.
The man then closed his eyes again, and from the very depths of his being he sent out a summons. A massive wave of force emanated from the keep's walls, spreading out to the most far flung corners of his realm. Within seconds, the Fall would hear it's master's call, and it would obediently come.
The man stood up from his throne and stood in the middle of his grand hall. He looked up towards the ceiling, and as he did so his smile grew just the tiniest bit wider.
The Nightmare's days of exile were finally coming to an end.
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