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Appearance: My skin is pure white and my hair and eyes are black. I have bony features and my fingernails are long and scratchy. I stand about five foot tall and never wear anything other than my Tarnkappe and robes - the robes are if you can catch me in them.
Everywhere I go I wear my Tarnkappe, which is a Gatsby with a black feather on top. It's held there by a knuckle bone of my mother, the one that had my father's ring in it, which is still in her grave. I polished the knuckle until it shone like fine bone china. No matter which form I am in, I still retain my beloved Tarnkappe. If I were to lose my hat I would lose all my powers so I am very protective of it.
The other forms I can change into include cats, pigs, dogs, horses, birds, mice, snakes and white butterflies. I look like any normal animal except for my Tarnekappe, which changes in size to fit my head perfectly. I can only speak the way I speak in my true form but I like to pretend I can meow, oink, bark, neigh, tweet, squeak and hiss. Butterflies don't make a noise that humans can hear so I never bother pretending in that form.
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Name: Tikus Nachtsbane (aka Tik) the Alp
Age: I have lived one-hundred and twenty-nine years.
Apparent age: I look somewhere between ten and twelve years old, but don't dare treat me like that. I am not some helpless human child and I depend to be treated as the adult I am! Ha!
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Biography: I spent the first years of my life travelling through Germany and finding out about what I could do to people. I survived mostly on stolen milk. When I couldn't get milk I'd drink blood from human nipples. I visited all sorts of human men, women and children. Children were the best though. I could make up any dream I wanted, be as creative as I wanted and nobody would think twice about what they said. Eventually I would use Alpdruck on them to wake them. Frightened children are so easy to wake and when they do...
They scream so much they pee themselves!
Ba! Ha ha, ha ha, haaa!
When my children prey woke up, I would disappear into mist, leaving a cackling grin in front of their faces. When the door was opened I would disappear completely, as to not be spotted by adults. I loved watching them as a mouse from under their beds. Their parents would come in and the children started crying. I loved it when the family would start fighting and take to kid to a councillor. After that I would not return to the child return. I'd done my job; the child's fear of sleeping would do the rest.
Sometimes, when I passed the town again on my travels, I would come to the house to see how the child turned out. Sometimes I would even to give them a second dosage of my art.
When I haunted adults I would put more thought into my nightmares and more thought into how I built up the human's fear. I would start off small: locking and unlocking doors, spooking animals or even drinking their milk. I would then get worse and worse: slamming doors, tying their hair in elfknots, dropping things from shelves and applying light Alpdruck. When they started to get uncomfortable I'd start with the full blown Alptraum and Alpdruck. I'd keep them asleep just long enough to wreath in night terror before waking them. I'd never let them see me. I wanted to make them dread falling asleep at night. If they tried anything to rid themselves of demons... I would get nasty. I'd even go so far as to haunt them in others' houses. Nothing gave me greater satisfaction than winning the game.
Nothing, that is, except gifts.
In my younger days I came across a human child, a female one. Her father used to work late and wore the overcoat home on snowy or rainy nights. She was afraid of the overcoat after I'd given her dreams of it strangling her. Some nights I would wrap it around her neck while I had her in a deep sleep. I would then suck blood from her n****e before waking her. It wasn't until many years later I realised how important she'd become to me.
I came across the human female in the years after her children had left for a human war and her husband had died. She lived all alone in her husband's house. I hadn't meant to track her down; it was one of my chance visits. She had woken up faster than I had expected and sat staring at me through the light from a window. She didn't scream. She continued looking at me until she offered to share a cup of coffee with me in the morning. I agreed and vanished through the window I'd entered.
That morning I found her sitting at her table with two cups of coffee: one for her and one for me. She told me a tale of how she believed she had once been visited by an alp. She told of how she had written the nightmares and everything the alp had done to her into a journal, which she had then used to create a book with. The book had been a success; she'd been accepted into a literature degree at university, where she had met her husband. She told me of how the alp's haunting had changed her life for the better, how she was grateful to the alp.
I did not expect this; not one bit. I disappeared and spent the entire day and night brooding over it. As much as I paced and tried to distract myself, I couldn't stop thinking about the woman. I would have to see her again. I sat by her window, staring in at her but didn't enter. Even though I was hidden from view, she opened the window when she woke up and left the room. When I went to investigate, I found her sitting at the table with two cups of coffee: one for her and one for me.
The woman and I spoke until it was time for her to leave. I knew she was the little girl I had once tricked with the overcoat. I knew I should have left, that she knew too much about alps. Instead, I demanded the book from her, which she returned with the next morning.
It didn't take long for us to become friends. I would even follow her some days as a dog with a hat. The other humans around her thought it a cute oddity but I was content in my obsession with the human. While she slept I would find trinkets and pretty rocks then put them in her slippers. They stank like human but she would not let me throw them out.
One day, I noticed Herta coughing. She told me she had influenza and needed to go to the doctor. She told me a doctor was someone who took care of the sick. Well, she went to the doctor but he only made her sicker. She got tired and would wake up at night coughing until blood came out. She would go to the doctor more and she would get sicker. Apparently she had lung cancer from smoking as a young woman. I blamed the doctor. When she was taken to hospital the doctor lurked over her day and night. It was under the doctor's care that she died. He'd killed her with his medicines and liquids and fancy beds. If I'd had my way, one of us mythical creatures would have helped her.
I decided then and there to get revenge on the doctor. I plagued his nights with guilt over his death. I pressed on his chest until he'd cough blood like she did. I tied his hair in elfknots until he had it shaved. I unscrewed the doors so they would fall on him when they opened. I haunted him so much he was afraid to sleep at night. He opted to only do night shifts at the hospital and slept during the day. He became an alcoholic and ended up being fired. He blamed it all on guilt and lack of sleep. He could not bring himself to believe that I was doing these things to him. I would scurry about the house as a white mouse in a hat, taunting him, but he thought I was a drunken hallucination. He would get angry at the "hallucination" and chase it about the house. He always wanted to stomp on me (the hallucination). When I ran behind a chest of drawers he threw it to the floor. He started kicking it and shouting in a drunken rage until finally his gun fell out from his sock drawer. He picked it up and stared at it, sinking to the floor and sobbing into his knees. He placed the gun to his temple and...
BANG!
Blood oozed across his carpet floor. I stuck my finger in it and sucked on my sweet revenge. I vanished, my voice carrying through the town, "ding, dong the doctor's dead. I made him put a gun to his head."
After I had finished my haunting, I moved on from Germany. It was while I travelled through the eastern countries in Europe that I found out about Die Synode von Mitternacht. It wasn't until then that I noticed just how few non-human beings I'd come across. I wanted to investigate.
It was at Die Synode that I learnt more about the Great Discovery and how we'd gone into hiding. I didn't like being in hiding and did everything I could to get us noticed by humans. I agreed with the Unseelie Court, who thought the humans should fear us once again. They didn't know about us any more, they didn't know our weaknesses and they didn't know what we could do. We would have show them if not for Die Synode clamping down on us. Rebels they called us! We were trying to revive ancient traditions and all they did was hide in their stinking mountain and pretend to be humans. They had no right to disband us and chase us away!
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Personality: My room is a place to stash my strawberry milk. I don't spend much time in it because I'm always so active. I prefer to live life haunting humans in and around this big human house. I trade my nightmares for favours and gifts people give me.
I can create nightmares like nobody would ever want. I can create happy, sad, terrifying or any type of dream a customer wants for their prey. All they have to do is describe it for me. I'll turn into mist and seep into a stoppered bottle, where I deposit the dream and escape. The being then hold the bottle under their prey's nose and wreathes as the nightmare seeps out. I sell these on Scamper and give them to the Unseelie. I'm very particular about who I give them to though. I don't want every mythical creature pretending to be an alp. I'm proud of my heritage and my art.
I am an obsessive haunter. I only haunt alone too... unless of course I'm bringing someone along for the show. When I choose my prey I won't stop until they catch me (which is sometimes fun) or I succeed in terrorising them sufficiently. I tend to be vengeful too. I'm fine with people until they anger me, then I will go to any length to destroy their lives.
Whether it be human or mythical being, I love startling and scaring people. Sometimes I'll pull tricks on other creatures or sit on their chest to wake them. It's all in the name of fun and my tricks don't get cruel unless they anger me.
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Abilities/Powers: Why fight when you can trick?
I have four powers: alptraum, alpdruck, shapeshifting and the evil eye. Alptraum (elf dream) is a type of spirit possession I can use on sleeping people. I turn myself into mist and enter them through the nose or mouth. I then give them nightmares such as you have never known. Sometimes my hauntings are sporadic but when I feel vengeful I will haunt a person every night until I drive them insane. If a person ever wakes up, I move out of their body to sit on their chest and grin. When I see the look on their face I laugh in their face, turn into mist and disappear the way I came. Unless they offer me a gift or coffee, I return the next night to do the Alpdruck.
Alpdruck (elf pressure) is where I make my body heavier and heavier until a person cannot breathe. I can crush their ribs, leave feet shaped bruises or press just enough that they snore and splutter. Some wake up and others never wake up again... I think the doctors call it sleep apnoea and sleep paralysis. Oh wait, sleep paralysis is what I do as they wake. He he he.
As an alp, I am able to shapeshift into a number of creatures: cats, pigs, dogs, horses, birds, mice, snakes and white butterflies. If it came to a fight situation, I'd probably turn into mist or a horse to attack. I don't carry weapons; they're annoying junk.
The last trick in my arsenal is my evil eye. My right eye is able to inflict injury and misfortune. Should I glare at you with my right eye you will become sick or bad things will happen to you. I'm not going to tell you when, where or how it will happen but it will happen.
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