Name of Nightmare: KorriganesFear: Heights
Home: Wanderer
NM's Personality: Korri is a quiet sort of Nightmare who view's her human more as a job then a pleasure. If given half a chance, she'd be just as interested in putting a puzzle together as tearing her poor human into the Nightscape for some tormenting. By her view, however, figuring out how to completely break her human is a puzzle as well, so it is rather interesting.
Name of Nightmare: Xadrian
Xadrian can be viewed here until he is Certed.
Fear: Sorcery
Home: Wanderer
NM's Personality: Senial, Eccentric, or just plain Bats. Given to crotchetyness with just a glint of malice shineing through during his saner moments.
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Name of Human: Jareth
Human's History: Jareth's parents aren't exactly what you would call the most doteing or attentive of parents. Perhaps that is why as a growing young man they seem oblivious to the terrible nightmares their teen son suffers. His mother is a vainglorious selfish and self centered woman, more interested in public appearances and being in the spotlight of high society events. His father is a workaholic sorcerer bent on making the next revolutionary breakthrough in the field of magical ointments and potions. So intent is he on making some new potion that will awe the public and grab him Gaia renouned fame that he stooped to useing his own son in a few of his wayward expirements. It was in this way that Jareth ended up sprouting a pair of emerald green wings. He of course learned afterwards to decline any offer of his fathers for a nice fruit juice drink or to use some shampoo his father 'picked up' for him. Wings were bad enough, he didn't need his skin turning green next!
Jareth was saved the public humility of stares and whispers due to his parents disinterest in actually taking him anywhere, and the fact he was home tutored. Still, as he began to grow into a young man he has begun to feel a restlessness to get away from his inattentive home. At times he sit's in his room, gazing off into the clouds, his wings twitching upon his back as the curiosity to know just what it would be like to unfurl their feathered tips and jump out the window would be...however...a mere glance down sends a chill down his spine and locks up his legs. As nice as it would be to soar upwards, Jareth finds himself terrified of even climbing a ladder two rungs up. This fear effectively grounding him and locking him in his solitude.
