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 Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 11:16 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 11:20 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 11:21 am
 Name: Abjad Major Stage: Hatching Minor Stage: Young Adult Dream Type: Nightmare Specific 'Nature' Inverted Genie Gender:Physical Features: Strong, noble facial features Strong, attractive body Hair is tied up in that genie-bob Colors are Gold-tan for the skin and Blue black for the hair Right side is covered with black, corrosive goop Eyes are black sockets with glowing lights in them Personality: Abjad may want what others have, but he wouldn't resort to petty theivery- he feels he is above that. Manipulation is more his style, or intimacy, or some other way to get a slice of their pie. Its not so much what it is, but that it isn't his. Beneficial or harmful, pleasure or pain, its not his and so he wants it. If he can't get it, then he becomes vindictive: If he cant have it, nobody can. He proceeds to try to ruin whatever it is for whoever he's targeted. In a personal way, Abjad is aloof and arrogant. He doesn't really care about anybody but himself. Entirely mercenarial, all relationships are ranked by what he gets out of it. If he gets nothing, you can bet that he will be cold and distant. He regards himself very highly, perhaps narcissistically. He is not likely to become closer to anybody else. Other: Powers unknown and likely unmanifested as of yet.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 11:25 am
 Abjad, like the other manifests of the Nightmare Squad, was hatched in the wild. He had always felt that he was worthy of far more than their harsh existence could give him, and he longed for more. When the squad moved to the city, Abjad was very pleased with the idea, and happily left the group at the first oppurtunity, willingly submitting himself to the Dreamery and to a guardian...
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 11:27 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 11:29 am
Point Key Red= Already Counted Elsewhere, Do not countBrown=Base Rp AmountOlive=Added to base, not the totalGreen= New, countable pointsRP LOG[[ X ~ ; Characters [points+points=total] ]]
OngoingTrashedCompleteX Abjad's Arrival 2 pointsX The Dragon's Surprise -- Abjad's arrival; Malta, Poecileth, Mihiil, Talaas, Abjad 4 points
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 11:31 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 11:36 am
NOTESOriginal Type/Change: Originally, Abjad was a Fantastical Djinni, the sort that grant wishes or, alternatively kill whoever frees them. Nightmare energy turned Abjad from a being that primarily gives out good or bad things to a being that WANTS good or bad things, and not just any good things- he wants what others have, hence the reference to the sin. He's not going to be granting any wishes but his own. Aesthetics: Abjad is going to start in young Adult stage. He's an ethereally attractive and muscular man with that bob that genies are often portrayed with and those poofy pants and special shoes. He has strong facial features and has a proud, imposing bearing. All this is normal and probably very attractive. Now for the nightmary bits. His whole right side is completely obscured by an opaque black mucky slightly iridescent (or perhaps starry and void-like?) corrosive goop. It doesn't ooze from his skin, but it just... exists there and comes into being there, dripping constantly all over his clothing and the floor. He cannot control the ooze, and it is- among its other traits- sticky like tar. It is magical. As of this moment of the concept, its just that-sticky nasty scentless tar ooze- he is immune to all of its effects, by the way. It may have more properties as he grows up. His eyes are visible on both sides as empty black pits with a brilliant sky or Ice blue light inside. Empty- but intense. Like him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 11:38 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 11:39 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 11:05 am
Abjad's Arrival -- 995 words
Abjad hefted his tote bag, his handsome features creased with a mixture of disbelief and dismay. He compared the address on the crumpled paper he held to the hanging numbers of faux jade next to the door of the large, but disappointingly unassuming house. They matched.This was it, he was here. His new home.
Abjad was not one of those nightmare manifests that had to be forced into the guardian program, nor was he the sort of nightmare that needed, because of powers or personality, to be confined or locked away by the Dreamery. He was glad he was not a powerful nightmare. Restrictions were so upsetting and frustrating and it meant that he was missing out on something. He had never liked that feeling, and he knew he would never get used to it.
In the wilds, he had known that there was far more to life than the simple, drab, barren existence he and the other nightmares had shared. He was tall, dark, and – aside from the black ooze that dripped from him- handsome. He had always known that he deserved better than what he had. He deserved three square meals, a warm bed, and anything else he wanted. For a start.
He stood at the door, staring at it, almost reluctant to open it. He wasn’t too hopeful that he would find all the good things in life that he deserved in a place like this. The house was not lavishly decorated, nor was it made with fine materials- or not that he knew of. It was difficult to tell with all the materials available in this city.
But at least it would be a start, and most definitely a step above the hard, cold, lonely ground of the wilds, and the awful little dorm room he'd been given at the dreamery. He was sure the grey, drab, little room would be quite suitable to one of his fellow nightmares, or to a child, but he was Abjad. He may be a nightmare freshly hatched, but he was no child and he liked to think that he had at least some modicum of taste. That little room could not contain him, and it held nothing for him. He would have happily lived in an apartment alone. He wouldn't have caused trouble. The people at the Dreamery had been wary of him, however. They had insisted that he be accompanied by a guardian to ensure that he remained a non dangerous nightmare.
Unless, of course, he wanted to stay in the Dreamery.
He had not. So, he agreed to stay with a guardian they had arranged until he was deemed ‘safe’. He supposed he could get something out of the guardian. Maybe not everything he wanted, but something.
He wondered what they would be like? He had not been told anything at all- only given a tote bag full of what few belongings he had scrounged during his time in the wilds, as well as a care package from the Dreamery itself which included a map and an address written on a card. He had very little to his name, a status that, with any luck, would change very soon. He wondered if his new guardian would be easily manipulatable, or if he would have to go to extremes to convince them to give him things. He wondered if they would feed and clothe him, and give him a room of his own and a bed. He wondered if they would do so to his tastes? His time with the other nightmares in the wild had taught him something important: He had learned what he wanted out of life. He had had nothing there.
Now, he wanted everything -- everything except to see most of his compatriots again of course. They had, mostly, not been particularly interesting and, with a few rare exceptions, would only get in his way. City life, he thought, would agree well with him. There were so many doors there, and going through the proper channels- the Dreamery and a guardian- would open those doors when they would otherwise be shut tightly against him. Abjad abhorred a closed door, the barrier between him that made something unobtainable. Every door open was a new opportunity to exploit, and it was worth the humiliation of being babysat by some creature that thought they knew better simply because they were not a dream. He hadn't even met the person who would serve as such to him, but already he felt contempt and scorn grow inside him.
He grimaced, then walked right up to the door. He was not happy, but they were necessary. He poised to knock, composing his face into something more neutral and less disdainful. He had to be neutral and polite, especially on his first impression. That was how he would ensure that things would go his way. He would not be a sneering, snarling, leering dangerous nightmare. A scared babysitter would give him nothing. He would be polite and reasonable. He would put them at ease so that they wouldn't return him to that dull, awful dorm.
He hesitated. The hand he held dripped with the strange black fluid that he exuded. Was this the best impression to make, he wondered, knocking with his disgusting nightmare hand? Would a slimy tote bag make a better impression? He set the bag on the ground and switched hands, placing his nightmare hand behind his back to hide it. He took a deep breath to steady himself.
He would knock and that door, like other doors before it, and doors after it, would open. It would be a momentous event, for it would be a well of opportunity no matter what sort of guardian he had. He found himself both dreading and longing to cross the threshold.
It was a feeling of exhileration that he savored for a moment, before he cleared his throat and knocked on the door.
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