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 Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 1:13 am
 Name of Nightmare: Nightshade
Fear: Changes
Home: Atrum
NM's Personality: A little on the Psychotic side. Has various multiple Personalities, most of them seem very unstable, except for one who is very sadistic and loves to torment his human
Name of Human: Paras
Human's History: Paras, to say the least, was always working out his life. He always had plans, and those plans always went out exactly as he planned. If they didn't, it would instantly cause him to start to panic. He was used to control, if things wasn't planned out, it could only lead to disaster, in his mind. There must always be a clear answer, no inbetween for him.
Paras lived his life mainly in solitude, he had no plans for a female in his life, and if he did, she would only interfere with his way of doing things. Besides, it would be a life changing experience, something he definatly wouldn't be able to handle.
That factor, that one female factor was the only thing about Nightshade, that he was greatfull; He wasn't a female, or at least, didn't appear to be. It would make little difference, he was still terrified of his ever unstable presence, constantly changing and wrecking his plans. The dreams were the worst, he'd often try not to sleep, though he'd just find that the Terror would slip knockout pills into his drink to lure him into his world.
Life would never be the same again.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 12:54 pm
The first meeting~ It was a dark night when Paras got back from his average routene job. It was 9:48 as per usual when he got in the door, and the kettle was boiled within 3 minutes after, only to provide him with his jet black coffee at 9:54.
He then sat at his desk overlooking the brightly lit city and sighed contently.
To him, this was bliss, nothing could be better. Everything was the same, nothing out've the ordinary. Everything in routene to less than a minute out. He saw the same faces, the same cars, parked in the same place, even as much as have the same meals throughout the week. It never grew boring to him, and why should it?
Paras was a rather tall.. average looking lad. He was around 6ft, rather slim, plain brown hair that was combed back every morning. He was 20, surprizingly young, for his strictly scheduled lifestyle, but it worked out for him. He was quite a smart, logical person who would always do well in life, should he strive for it.
However, something had been troubling him. Recently, things hadn't been the same, And was growing warey of it. Today he had misplaced his keys, giving a delay of 14 minutes to his morning journey. Something he had NEVER done, they were always placed in the cabenet by the door.
Things had been moved through out the week, and it was making him edgy. Something must be there with him, but he denied it for common logic. He must've just been stressed recently, but from what? There was no sudden changes in his life, save for this, that could cause him such stress. Still, it had bugged him all day for the last week, and decided that why not give in to irrational thoughts. Challenge this thing that seems to torment him so.
He had no idea what he was in for.
Turning, he finished off his coffee and placed it down on the counter, thinking of a logical way to do this. He decided it was to go for hell, or nothing.
"Whatever it is you are, you don't frighten me in the least! Come out where I can see you!" He demanded, trembling slightly already. He was bluffing, he would be absolutely terrified if something responded to him. But there was nothing, pure silence in his apartment.
He smirked, content with himself before suddenly he heard something, and a chill shot through his spine. There was an odd snickering, before the sound of something being moved.
"You think you can challenge me, fearless?" the raspy and cold voice taunted. "Bring it on, if you have the gutsss." He snickered to himself.
"What are you??" Paras demanded, getting up and moving to see where this thing was, before tripping up over his shoelaces, which had been tied together. He stumbled, crashed into the table, before falling back and hitting his head on the edge of his bed, falling unconscious on the floor and becoming vulnrable to whatever this new terror in his life had in store for him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 1:19 pm
Atrum~ heart Note: Many people might wonder why Nightshade takes Paras to Atrum, and not the city, Operis. It's simply because of Paras, he'd probably find some sort of familiarity with the haunted and dead town.
Atrum is nothingness, nothing man made save for death and fear. It's so much in a change itself that it already gives Paras the heebie jeebies~ So it's perfect heart
Plus it also suited Nightshade more.Paras eventually opened his eyes, his head not hurting nearly enough as he thought it would, that worried him...
"Am I dead..?" He asked, to anyone around as he stood up, only to be greeted with the sight of dark purple grounds and the sence of death and dispair all around him. He paled to match the decor. "This.. This is hell, right..?"
"Nothing near, you have to be dead to go to hell, and I aint letting you slip away that quickly, Fearless." The name had stuck, and Paras's spine turned to ice again, spinning around. He stared wide-eyed in terror as his plane hazel eyes met with this.. thing's. He let out a small scream in horror, backing away.
Nightshade's grin widened, baring large demonic fangs. He crept closer after Paras, amused by the fear the boy was displaying. He pounced, latching onto his arm, his sharp claws tearing through his flesh, though no blood would be forever lost.
The boy let out a pericing yell of pain, tearing the creature off and running away. He stopped when he was out've sight from Nightshade, before staring at the gashes in his arm, horrified to see that it was going as dark as the patches on his new terror, and broke down into fits of tears, falling to the ground.
"This must be hell.. It just has to be..."
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