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[Saria Mithril]

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. . . // . . . Hεr nαmε îs RΛIN




. . . // . . . She stands 170 cm tall in flats, but something about her αppεαrαncε has a way of making her seem to be much taller. It is likely due to her electric charisma, or her taste for dressing in very rich, attention-getting, flowing clothing.

Her skin is a light mocha and her frame slim and muscular, but well-curved with generous bust and waistline. But what strikes those who meet her most of all, and what she is known for throughout Dream, is her long, flowing silver-white hair. It extends down past her waist – almost down to her knees – and curls and writhes as if it has a life of its own, or as if it is always being gently blown by wind that no one else is able to feel. Although she changes her look more often than most people change their shirt, no matter what look she attempts to mimic, she always leaves her hair in its “natural” form – long, unbound, flowing, silver-white hair. It is one of her trademarks.

The other trademark she is known for are the three tattoos on her face – a downward facing blue triangle above her nose and between her eyebrows, and a pair of downward facing blue triangles positioned as if they were large tears falling from her the outer corners of her eyes. When she flexes her Shaping power to its maximum, her tattoos and eyes both glow a brilliant blue-white, forming a pattern (◣▼/◢) that gets seared on the Dreamscape she shapes – leaving her mark behind. Rain loves cosplay, and dresses up all the time, but she never changes her hair or her tattoos, and almost never changes her skin tone from its “natural” mocha.

Other than her hair, her skin tone and her tattoos, Rain’s appearance can change often. But no matter how she changes her face it is usually recognizable, if only by her characteristic expressions. Her eyes are usually narrow, and slightly upturned, giving her a wicked, devious look, and they usually look sleepy and half-open, as if Rain is bored with everything going on around her. Her mouth is usually small and set under a petite nose, and is almost always smiling a slight, bemused smile, as if she is enjoying a joke that no one else can see. Whenever she shapes her face, no matter how she tries to avoid it, she always end up with high cheekbones and a sharp chin, giving her an imperious, superior look, as if she were royalty and used to looking down on the commoners.

She is also fond of overdressing. She favours long, flowing gowns that, despite their length, almost show off more than they hide, and capes and opera gloves for dramatic effect. Rain loves to show off the goods – whenever she wears a skirt it is almost always slitted almost all the way up to her hip, and her tops are usually form-fitting tight with a deeply plunging neckline. The materials are silks, velvets and sheer, often with lace or gold trim, and she loves to accessorize with extravagant gold jewellery, usually including several bracelets, rings and large earrings.

Unlike most Lucid Dreamers, who try to change their appearance to blend in with whatever Dream they enter – for example, dressing up like a pirate in pirate dreams, or like a cowboy in cowboy dreams – Rain always dresses the way she wants to dress, which can make her stand out significantly in some dreams. In order to avoid disrupting things too much, she uses her shaping powers to make the Shadows of that Dream think they see her dressed as they would expect her to be dressed. That way, even when she is dressed like a fairy princess out of fantasy, the inhabitants of a cowboy dream would see her as a cowgirl, and treat her like one. Of course, that trick does not work on other Dreamers or Living Shadows, so they would see her as she really is – as a fantasy princess in a cowboy scene – which usually makes her easy to spot.




. . . // . . . Rain’s rθlε in dream is a Lucid Dreamer. Although she has the potential to be a Dream Guardian, and has been offered the position, she has always turned it down.




. . . // . . . Rain’s bîθgrαphy in Dream goes back to when she was quite young, for she discovered how to control dream at a rather early age. Most Lucid Dreamers do not discover how to dream lucidly until their teens, but Rain was shaping her own Spheres when she was only eight years old. At first, she shaped her Spheres without care, because even though she knew instinctively – as all Lucid Dreamers do – that Shaping calls the Night Mare she also knew that if they came to her sphere, they would be too late to catch her, as she would have woken up before they could get there. She had little interest in travelling through Dream, as early experiments with travelling had taken her to some very adult dreams that unnerved her and made her quite uncomfortable. She preferred to stay in her own Spheres, Shaping them to her heart’s content, and then disappearing before the Night Mare could arrive. They would come after she left, consume her Sphere, and then she would start over the next night in a new one.

But one night, disaster struck. Rain had gone to bed quite sick, and had taken a good deal of medicine. As usual, she Shaped her Dreamsphere all night to her heart’s content… but then, to her shock and dismay, she could not will herself to wake. The medication was keeping her asleep – trapped in Dream – and she had spent all night extensively Shaping a Sphere. She was in trouble, and she knew it. As time ran out, she desperately searched for a Vortex to escape her Sphere… but then… it came. The Night Mare came to devour her Sphere, and everything in it. Including Rain.

But just when she thought it was all over for her, another figure appeared, swooped her up, and flew at an incredible speed away from the Night Mare. It travelled faster than Rain thought possible – the very fabric of reality that her Sphere was made of was singed by the speed of this figure burning through it. She took Rain to a Vortex, and the two of them narrowly escaped. And that was how Rain met Baali.

Baali was older, and a very powerful Lucid Dreamer who had once dreamed of becoming a Dream Guardian, but was not powerful enough to be chosen. He believed that was because he had had to figure everything out on his own, and had never been properly trained (although no one was, really), and that if he had been properly trained, he might have been good enough. So he travelled through Dream, finding other powerful Lucid Dreamers, and trained them to use their powers to the fullest. At the time he found Rain, he had only one other student – Beatrice, who was slightly older than Rain. Beatrice was far more powerful than Baali, but despite years of his training, she was still not nearly as powerful as Rain with no training at all. The three became friends, and in between Baali’s infrequent lessons, they all had adventures exploring Dream.

One night, Baali told them of his life in the Real – in the Real, he was a policeman named Paul Tuttle in Detroit in the mid-1920’s – and the other two told them of their lives – Beatrice was a factory worker’s daughter named Beatrice Patterson in Chicago in the late-1860’s. It was in contravention of the Law of Dream, and everyone knew it, but they were all friends, and cared nothing for defying the Law for the sake of friendship.

Not long after, a Dream Guardian approached Beatrice, and invited her to join the ranks of the Dream Guardians. Beatrice was ecstatic, but Rain was livid – she was far more powerful than Beatrice, and felt that she deserved to be chosen, too. The Dream Guardian calmly explained to her that power was only part of the equation, wisdom was also necessary, and that her time would come – they had their eye on her.

For the next several months Rain and Baali travelled alone – Rain was miserable at being passed over for Dream Guardian, and Baali was trying to divert her with grand adventures to cheer her up. Then, one day, Beatrice returned.

She had changed. She was far, far more powerful than she had been before, and was no longer the care-free, happy-go-lucky girl she had been while travelling with Baali and Rain. In her eyes was sadness, and the weight of carrying great power, great responsibility and great secrets. She told Baali and Rain that she had come to kill them for violating the Law.

She left peacefully that day, after giving them that warning – or so Rain thought. Although she did not know it, Baali had arranged to meet Beatrice – alone – and fight her. He never had a chance. Even before she had ascended to the ranks of the Dream Guardians, she had been more than a match for him. The next night that Rain came to Dream, she learned of his death.

Rain went into a fury, and for several weeks she tore through Dream like an angry god, destroying everything in her path – always empty Dreamspheres – to attract Beatrice’s attention. She wanted revenge. Even to this day, Dreamers still whisper fearfully of the time of the wrath of the silver-haired devil, with the terrible mark: (◣▼/◢).

Finally, Beatrice came to her.

They faced each other in an empty Dreamsphere. Beatrice had always been Rain’s lesser in power… but that was before she learned the secrets of the Dream Guardians. Who was the more powerful now? No one could tell.

Their battle lasted for half a day, and resulted in the destruction of four whole Dreamspheres – and five more were so powerfully distorted by their Shaping that the Night Mare came to feed on them. There were times that it seemed Rain would win, and times that it would seem Beatrice would prevail. But in the end, Rain stood triumphantly over a badly wounded Beatrice. “Finish me,” the wounded Beatrice begged. And Rain raised her arms to do so….

But then… she saw something in Beatrice’s eyes….

“You let me win,” Rain said. It was not a question. She knew it was true.

“You are just a Lucid Dreamer,” Beatrice admitted, “There is no way you could defeat a Dream Guardian. Now kill me.”

“Why?” Rain demanded, “Why do you want me to kill you?”

“In our battle,” Beatrice explained, “Baali told me something else… about the Real. He told me that in Chicago on October the 8th, 1871, there will be a great fire. It will destroy a quarter of the city, and kill hundreds. Including me. He looked me up, you see. He found out that I will awoken by the fire early in the morning while in my bed, but it will be too late for me to escape. I will die in my house, burned alive. That will happen tonight, Rain. I don’t want to die like that – to… burn slowly. There is no more horrible way to die. Kill me now. Kill me quickly. Spare me that fate.”

“You killed Baali,” Rain whispered.

“I had to!” Beatrice screamed, “You will understand when you learn the truth about Dream! When you become a Dream Guardian, you will discover things that will change your understanding of this world!”

“You god-damned hypocrite,” Rain hissed through clenched teeth, “You killed Baali for telling secrets about the Real. And now you want to use one of those secrets you learned from him to make your life easier.”

“The Law must be upheld,” she screamed in desperation, “One day, when you become a Dream Guardian, you will understand why.”

“That day will never come,” Rain swore, “I will never become a Dream Guardian. You killed Baali. I will do you no favours. Burn in Hell, Beatrice. Burn in Chicago tonight first, then burn in Hell forever.”

She turned and walked away, ignoring Beatrice’s pleading screams… and then the screams of her pain and agony as her last moments began. Rain walked away, and never looked back.

And when the Dream Guardians came to her some years later, as she swore she would, she turned them down. Now she travels through Dream alone, seeking the truth that Beatrice spoke of, seeking the knowledge and the secrets of the Dream Guardians… without becoming one of them.




. . . // . . . Her nαmε în thε Rεαl is Rajani Nehru.




. . . // . . . Her αgε în thε Rεαl is 25 years old.




. . . // . . . Her lθcαtîθn în thε Rεαl is Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada.




. . . // . . . Her tîmε în thε Rεαl is present day, 2008.




. . . // . . . Her bîθgrαphy în thε Rεαl is that she is a teacher. She teaches English language and literature to high school kids, aged 14-18. She is single, and lives alone.