Realistic or Modern The Dream Eater - Of Hopes and Nightmares Characters Cast

[Vox Angelis]

UNMRAS Heads of Staff
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Director Yue Lang​	Counselor Casey Smith​	General Salvatore Bellucci​
Head of UNMRAS Operations​	Head of Dreamers Activities​	Head of Military Corps​

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Students

Hopefuls

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Norah Eisen​	Kamaria Johnson​	Nicholas Parmer​
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Giyoshi​

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Nightmares

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Rai'Shauni Calvillo-Holmes​	Alvaro Asger Fantazmo​	Miyami Adler​

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The Infirmary
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Spoiler: For those who have yet to come back to us

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Kyoshirou Natsume​	Marianne Allard​	Dewi Wijaya​
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Aurora Lumine Doe​	Adelina Manuela Serrao​	Ace​

 

[BuggaBoo]

And you beg on bended knee...

'Rai' ○ Rai'Shauni Calvillo-Holmes ○ 'Ms. Devastation'

'Deva,' (former Callsign: FiendBreaker), Rai'Scowly/Scowler, Rainy

She/Her ○ 20yrs ○ 5'11 ○ 190lbs ○ Chestnut Brown Hair ○ Blue Eyes ○ Brown Skin ○ Muscular, Athletic Build
Nightmare (Stable): Telekinetic Fighter ○ 2 yrs at the UNMRAS Facility (Re-hab and Corrections) ○ Status: New Recruit
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This is Rai...

~Looks ​

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Rai is a big, strong, tall muscular girl who holds peak physical fitness as top piority. She only wears lip gloss and dark eye makeup to help accent the disdaining pout and scowl that always seems to be firmly stamped upon her face. She keeps her hair long but when not training or working out, she usually likes to keep at least half her face shrouded by bangs or loose chestnut locks. Style-wise she is function over form and will either be seen in her military drip or a just keeps a simple athletic look. But she is quick to change into her battlefield training gear and keep it on until she is back in quarters ready to shower, eat, sleep, workout and do it all again.

Piercings/Tats/Scars:
Ears, tongue, nipples and hood pierced. Ink done on back, arms, butt, left hip and thigh, ankles and feet. Scars all across her arms and belly, back from GSWs and surgery. GSW scar on lower tummy.

~Acts:​

+ | Driven, Independent, Detail Oriented
+ | Perceptive, Confident, Strategist
+ | Steel-Nerved, Quick Reactor, and Ironwilled
+ | Resourceful, Reliable, Relentless
+ | Proactive, Daring, Super Athletic

- | Insensitive, Too Serious, Selfish Goals
- | Aggressive, Abrasive, Very Violent
- | Stubborn, Poor Social Skills, Demanding of Allies
- | Rebellious, Undermines Authority, Does What She Wants When She Wants
- | Loner Tendencies, Needs Quiet Time, Gymaholic

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Trivia:
○ | Was given Callsign 'FiendBreaker' because that was supposed to be her role on her failed training mission. Still holds rights to the callsign but l allies know her as 'Ms. Devastation' now since they saw what she could do on the field... to friends or foes. Shortened to 'Deva' by those that actually like her.
○ | 'Rai'Scowly' is what people call her behind her back. 'Scowly' is what the trainers and teachers call her. 'Rainy' was her nickname growing up by her fam.
○ | Hisses and spits when she is pissed off. Covers her mouth when she likes something; doesn't like her smile. You're in her good books when she shortens or just uses the first letter of your name; even better if she chews gum and blows bubbles around you as opposed to her 'accidentally' blowing stinky cigarette smoke at you.
○ | Needs quiet time to re-focus herself and keep the Nightmare at bay. You know she's fighting it when she starts to recite her mantras neath her breath.
○ | Always has a cigarette as a 'trophy' after a successful endeavour. During her smoke she just thinks about her family all of whom she misses oh so dearly.
○ | Wears earbuds while working out but sometimes doesn't play music, just likes the calming 'underwater' sound of the world.
○ | Doesn't have a great sense of humour but may be caught smiling when she hears a pun, silly wordplay or even Dad jokes.
○ | Doesn't talk a lot but when no one is looking she will 'cutesie talk' with animals. She has a very soft spot for cute, little fuzzy things.
○ | Doesn't like noisy people or those who talk a lot, but amused by a good story. Student of her 'fighting craft' and does a lot of reseach. To relax she watches kids cartoons.
○ | Doesn't drink/get high cuz she don't wanna let her guard down and socialize. She's gay and is soooo into the femmie cute girlies, but won't approach them.
○ | Doesn't like to admit she was formally trained as a dancer, but sometimes when music with a good beat plays, unconsciously her telekinesis gently bumps and rocks small items around her to the beat.
○ | Doesn't ever show it but when she feels sad, insecure or just plain lost and lonely, she will pull out her hidden litlle unicorn plushie from its really well hidden spot and cuddle it till she feels better.

Skills / Talents
○ | MMA training, Firearms, Rock Climbing, IED and Dirty bomb making, Street Smarts, Fight Circuit and Criminal Contacts, Dancing

SuperPower:
○ | Telekinesis - Rai has the ability to affect the world physically with just her mind. She is a powerful telekinetic and combined with her fighting prowess, sheer aggressiveness and penchant for violence makes her a very dangerous opponent.

Rai has weaponized her telekinetic ability. She may telekinetically strike things with enough force to create craters into concrete, and now even punch through metal. She may not extend her reach beyond physical touch but she may enhance her speed (run up to 50mph), and jump great distances to get at opponents. When in battle, she has mastered integrating telekinesis into her martial arts styles, using forms of: leaping, speed and agility for defense. For offence: leaps, holds, enhanced strikes, throws. Regardless as a combat vet she is also using environment to her advantage.
She now has discovered the ability to create a Telekinetic armour. By focusing solely on the defensive, not only can Rai improve her reaction speed and maneuverability in combat, but she can project an invisible force surrounding her to block weak blows and projectiles and dampen heavier hits that would normally wound her. While using Telekinetic Armor, it weakens the telekinetic force put into her strike, so a mix of well-timed defense and offense is required to stay optimal

Ultra levels of violence however makes her prone to go through a 'Nightmarish Episode.' The Episode is her reliving the bad things she's done, but in particular is the events that transpired during her first days as a Nightmare. It was a horrible and heinous series of acts of Vengeance that she had done. But the part that she struggles to stave off when having an episode is the underlying implications. It is shoved in her face that she actually enjoyed herself while enacting Vengeance. That is something that she knows she must stave off lest she fall to the DreamEater's' prophecy of her falling to hell and ruin in the end. But the sweet, sweet voice of the Curse is ever so tempting... enticing her to use give into her powers and kill everything she sees.

And now with increased power, the Curse is ever increasing its barrage on her mental defenses. But instead of direct assault, it is sinister in its underhanded means of making Rai feel irrational anger. The worst part is that it is hard for her to recognize or realizes she is knee deep in acting out her anger issues and giving herself over to the whims of the Curse.

To help her from her 'cravings' she uses a form of meditation, hypnosis and repeating mantras on the daily. It's what keeps her stable. Out of all the authority figures in the facility, she trusts only the team of therapists and doctors that help her stay on the level. She still has issues opening up to them but regardless Rai will not resist and just goes along with their treatments.

~Bio:​

The Nightmarish Episode (***TW: Highly Inappropriate Conduct)
- | When Rai'Shauni was 17, the DreamEater granted her her telekinetic power. But she was in a bad place. A really, really bad place.

Just a couple of nights ago, she was underage partying with a bunch of seedy folk and fighters when she found herself in a room with seedy folk and fighter. Alone. And with their bad intentions. She managed to escape but just could not cope with what had happened. The DreamEater came to her in her dreams and showed her 2 paths. Rai saw only one as redemption and in her mind she felt she had no choice; the girl chose Vengeance. Despite knowing full well the consequences of following the path of a Nightmare, she decided the excess power was worth it. The Blackhole Sun had just beened burned into her palm and but only a heartbeat passed before she hissed, spat and returned to the house of that fateful night. She took names and addresses by any ripping and tearing means necessary and tracked down those that had done her wrong. In the aftermath the cases have gone cold since there is no one that will corroborate a proper story or timeline. Dead men tell no tales afterall.

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○ | Rai was on the run laying low since she was suspected as a Nightmare. As much as she tried to hide it, it was only a matter of time before someone noticed the Blackhole Sun on her palm. She was a gym rat and trained fighter afterall. But it was actually when she was in a sauna room when a little girl asked her about her tattoos and the round black one on her hand. The mother got all nervous and excused her child before scooping her up and basically fleeing the steamy room.
○ | It was actually her uncle, a major player in illegal smuggling of firearms, that suggested to her to turn herself over to UNMRAS. He and his sister, Rai's mother, had been getting more and more concerned about their 'Lil' Rainy's' increasing aggressiveness and violence. To sate her cravings for Vengeance, Rai would actively hunt monsters, 'Fiends' that were in proximity of the their town.
○ | She decided to go to the UNMRAS and sign her life over to them. It was a disaster to say the least. From day one, the girl had problems with the authority figures, but still they never gave up on the muscular girl they called 'Scowly.' Within 6 months they had her ready to do field training but Rai had a Nightmarish Episode and could not distinguish from foe or ally and went berserk. It took the combined efforts of the Field Co-ordinators to stop her and pin her down. She was in remand to solitary for the next year.
○ | It took another year but she had finally been re-habbed. Rai just turned 20 and she has been deemed 'Stable' and is now awaiting to join with the rest of the new recruits.

○ | **{Will reveal more of her bio IC'ly.}.

 

[Neuro Vampire]

Name: Kyoshirou “Kyo” Natsume

Alias: The Cadet
Age: 21

Appearance:

He is a 195 pounds of pure lean muscle standing at 6’0. His body is covered in burns and scar tissue from his time in sports. Most notable about his build is that his traps, lats, shoulders, and chest are biggest on him not really his arms. He keeps his face is a very neutral expression and dresses in dark color exclusively.

Personality: Unlike someone who would dress in all black and have a neutral expression he is not reluctant to speak. He gets fired up but he never truly loses his cool, preferring to channel his emotions rather than suppress them or let them run wild. Kyo also rationalizes the world with metaphors that are seldom understood by those around him.

He does have some things about how he speaks or conducts himself that may scream military. He doesn’t have very exaggerated reactions and a lot of things don’t bother him the way it should. He can be very direct or unintentionally abrasive when he speaks. He does appreciate a good time and he appreciates comraderie. He can function in a loose knit group but would not prefer to function like that.

History: Kyo comes from a military family. The military was the expected career path of him as well. He has been playing aggressive sports like rugby, wrestling, and lacrosse from his elementary school days. His father enrolled him in boxing and eventually Muay Thai in his teen years. In high school, he was JROTC cadet before eventually going off to college.

He did not go to a regular college but a military junior college. He was enrolled in an early commissioning program and was expected to become a commissioned officer after the conclusion of his sophomore year. Unfortunately, towards the end of his sophomore year he was visited by the Dream Eater.

Kyo subsequently developed powers. He turned himself over out of his military integrity, not wanting to complicate things for his family, and the fact it’s still technically a military career. The decision and transition was not all that hard to bring him to UNMRAS. It was only unfortunate he technically had the start of his military career pushed back and now he is technically a conscript.

Dreamer Type: Hopeful
Magic: Kyo’s magic is capable of delivering shocks by touches. These shocks may induce paralysis if the power is used in a precise manner to disrupt the nerves, stun people with a powerful hit, and outright fry someone if electricity is channeled through a grab.

 

[Nellancholy]

Name: Norah Eisen
Age: 18

Personality: Norah has a carefree, aloof personality that generally avoids any long-term conflict or enmity, but also doesn't take her out of her way to support or bond with others, as if she is avoiding any form of entanglement with other human beings. While not exactly a wilderness enthusiast, she enjoys spending time in open space, and particularly enjoying the use of her ability casually. She seems to enjoy photography and landscape drawing, particularly from high-up.

History: The child of a family who chose to hold out in a threatened zone, who often made a living exploring the ruins of abandoned areas and recovering information and resources for clients in more "civilized" areas. Lost her family to a monster attack at around the age of 6-7, and promptly migrated outwards towards the cities. In more recent years she seems to have found employment as a bicycle courier, though before that it's likely that she had to survive via various petty crimes.

Dreamer Type: Hopeful
Magic: The ability that Norah received from her dream can be described as Celerity. Presently, it has two manifestations: first, she can concentrate briefly on a point within 100 meters and her line of sight to instantly blink to. She must be able to fit through the intervening space in a straight line (so no squeezing through holes smaller than she is), but in turn can use this ability through any kind of non-solid matter without being affected by them, as if she does not truly occupy the intervening space. So she could use this ability through a large fire or a cloud of toxic gas and emerge at the other side unharmed, but can't pass through a pane of glass without first...bypassing it. The second aspect of her ability allows her to instantly enter a state of extreme acceleration: for about 3-4 seconds of her time, her surroundings slow to almost a standstill, allowing her to momentarily outmaneuver any adversary or physical danger.

Using either of these abilities incurs a cooldown of about 30 seconds for both abilities. She could use them again within the cooldown, but doing so incurs severe strain to her nervous and muscular systems.

After the recent battle, she has attained a new ability: Afterimage. She can use Celerity to quickly shift between two places at once within a range of 25 meters for 10 seconds, effectively creating a duplicate of herself. If anything comes into contact with either afterimages, Norah decides whether she is actually the recipient of the contact or if her "clone" is. In any case, the effect ends as soon as the contact is made, stopping Norah either at the point of contact or the other point. This ability has its own cooldown of 1 minute.

 

[TheRealAngeloftheStorm]

Name: Marianne ‘Mary’ Allard
Age: 21

Personality: Deeply melancholic and wistful. Runs very cool; doesn’t rise to provocations easily. All in all, someone who is very easy to get along with. As long as you don’t press her too much on her ‘past life’. Do that, and she will disengage with you.

Also has particularly strong opinions on classical music.

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UNMRAS was the only place she could go, in the end. A curtain call, the end-of-playback. It still hurt, thinking about the rift that had shorn her from one life to the next. Her soul had been touched by a specter of the past long thought gone, and soon after, the mark had appeared - a pale sphere. A sign hated by all civilization, the scars of that fateful day in Aksaray echoing throughout the decades.

A whistle was blown. They’d conspired among themselves to hide it, even for a little while to make their final preparations. But the Allards - refugees from the Old World - and their imperative to put family over the government never quite reached her cousin. Born under neon lights and the towering metropolises of the American West Coast, Olivia Allard cared little for her family’s norms, immersing herself in the freedom bought by the blood of martyrs.

In the end, it was purely an act of spite. Little strings of jealousy plucked by an unwitting player who barely acknowledged Olivia’s existence - and all was unwound.

The demands of the world outweighed the demands of her family, and Marianne would never ask them to stand up for her sake. So she went, leaving the old for the new.

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Dreamer Type: Hopeful

Magic: A flame that heals and burns. Primarily used for healing, the fires she creates are colored accordingly; the warm orange of a house fire signifying it’s healing properties, and a deep blue a sure sign of it’s offensive capability. But she is not one of the First Dreamers; the power to heal, though selfless, comes at a cost. The fire that heals others is the fire that burns her. The worse the injury, the worse the burn. Rather tellingly, to inflict pain, she must be in pain herself. The worse the burns Marianne has suffered from healing others, the more powerful her attacks become - forcing her to balance both aspects of the fire.

Perhaps it is a message from the Dream Eater. To hurt something, to utilize the flames that would surely purify the enemies of Man, Marianne must remember what she fights for.

 

[Umbran Fumbler]

Adelina Manuela Serrao
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• Basics
• Personality
• History
• Dream Info

• Name: Adelina Manuela Serrao
  Alias: The Ventriloquist
  Age: 17
  Ethnicity: Portuguese
  Height: 5' 6"
  Weight: 111lbs
  
  Appearance: Adelina has a lithe build, a peachy complexion and soft, warm features—from her round-eyed gaze and friendly smile to her smooth, unblemished hands. Wardrobe-wise she defaults to a gilded robe, accessorising with golden armlets and anklets, but she will wear more typical or battle-ready outfits if the situation calls for it. Shoes are a no if she has a choice, they feel unnatural to her, but she won't be too bothered over throwing a pair of Roman sandals on if she has to. The presence of the laurel crown on her head, however, is much harder to get her to compromise on. Her hair is always long and full, at least reaching the small of her back. She keeps it that way because she likes the feeling of it blowing in strong winds, but she finds maintaining it a bit annoying.
• Profile: For better and for worse, Adelina is a doting mother; the rest of the world and everyone in it, her children.
  
  Patient, caring, reliable and, above all else, a peacekeeper. Her heart bleeds at any and every injustice suffered by another, and it is that heart which fervently leads her in her mission to grant a life of safety, joy and relaxation to every soul on the planet. Because of her unyielding will and earnest desire for peace, she knows that she is the best candidate to see her mission through. Still, she is very eager to serve those who share her cause and feelings in any way she deems fit.
  
  Adelina is rather starry-eyed and enthusiastic naturally, but her mission has caused her to become a bit of a chameleon personality-wise, always swapping to whatever colour the person she's interacting with likes best. If they want lowkey, she'll go lowkey.
  
  She loves being in the company of others no matter the context, and she hates being alone even more. Without anyone to distract her, frustration over those she's already failed to save feasts on her heart while doubt and anxiety over her mission's chances of success make a meal of her mind. Uncomfortable with acts of excessive violence and rage, Adelina refuses to vent in the usual Nightmare fashion. The alternative is just bottling her negative feelings up and blast some music in her ears to drown out her thoughts. Hardly a better option, but it is the one she chooses time and time again.
  
  Likes: Sewing, nature walks, most animals, death metal, and high sugar foods.
  Dislikes: Brushing her hair, sailing, card games, dried fruits.
  Biggest fear: Heights, especially if she can't see ground level.
  Pet Peeve: Orange cats in general; true agents of chaos, archenemies of peace.
• Adelina escaped with her life for a reason that night.
  
  The fires, the creatures, the unforgettable sights and unmistakable sounds of everyone she loved sacrificing themselves one by one—surely, there was a reason she was chosen.
  
  There had to be a reason her little rowboat was never devastated by the monstrosities that dominated the Atlantic Ocean below. There must have been a reason it rained just enough for her to live in fear of dehydration everyday. There couldn't have been any reason but divine intervention that kept that one particular family around on that one particular beach until the early hours of the sunless morning when Adelina finally washed ashore.
  
  Recovery was difficult, possibly even more so than the journey itself. But eventually, her bruises healed, her burns peeled away and the terrible soreness in her throat and harsh burning in her stomach finally faded. She was happy to be able to walk on her own two feet again, but the first step she took was into the same world she'd just escaped from. The monsters had taken Europe and spread out to the rest of the planet, slowly beginning to take the USA's East Coast, where Adelina had washed up, for themselves. Once again, Adelina found herself running, completely helpless and at the mercy of a higher power.
  
  And once again, the divine intervened.
  
  On the night she turned seventeen, The Dream Eater revealed itself to her as she slept. It bestowed upon her a power like the one it once possessed—the power to create life. But with that gift came an unspoken labour; this power had already brought humanity to its knees, and it was this same power that Adeline was to use in order to raise humanity back up, and let it soar higher than ever before.
  
  Her crusade was not an easy one. Some bowed to her, believing her to be the prophet of peace that she was. But she was too raw and unfamiliar with her newfound gift to save everyone she came across. The sheer amount of detractors her mere existence invited was also staggering, quickly dissuading her from mentioning her faith in The Dream Eater too. But with UNMRAS quickly tracking her down once rumours of her existence and her mission materialised, those problems were soon to be solved.
  
  She went quietly and unceremoniously upon being greeted by their battalions, promises of protection by the institute and tutelage in her gift making the steps she took under their custody the easiest she'd taken in recent memory.
• Dreamer Type: 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔢
  
  Magic: Adelina is capable of blessing inanimate objects with the gift of life, and does so with as little as a touch and intent. Upon being blessed, the object will sprout various fleshy, bloodied body parts that look as if they are missing a layer of skin over them. Eyes, mouths, wings and even spikes have all been recorded as possibilities, and all they retain the same functions that they serve in a non-magical animal.
  
  Adelina's emotional state is inherently tied to her blessings. The emotion she is the feeling the most intensely at the moment of blessing will affect the new life she creates, deciding its personality, strengths and weaknesses. For example, if she blesses an object with her happiness, that object will likely move faster and more unpredictably than normal, but also lack apprehension and be easily distracted. Blessing an object with her fear would lead to the opposite: an object that is hyper-aware of its surroundings but paranoid and prone to inaction.
  
  Adelina can influence the lives she creates, affording her control over not only what body-parts sprout during the blessing, but also the object's movements. The level of control she has also varies with her emotional state; if she's willing to indulge in the emotion she blessed the object with, then she'll be more in control over them. The opposite is also true.
  
  The object's lives are pretty short lived, with larger objects (the largest object she has blessed so far was a grand piano) living longer than smaller ones (like knives or plush toys). Larger objects, however, are harder to exert control over than smaller ones. Currently, she can control a maximum of three small objects at once or just one large one. She has no hard upper limit to how many objects she can bless, but blessing too many objects in a short period of time will result in any/all of the following: dizziness, faintness, vomiting, hallucination and migraines so debilitatingly crippling that they make her want to grip her head, fly up into the stratosphere and explode.
  
  When the life of an object comes to an end the limbs it sprouted remain as part of the corpse. Adelina can animate it again, though it will grow even more body parts. As such continuous reanimation of the same object will eventually reduce it to a messy mass of mismatched parts that isn't good for much (and also must be very uncomfortable for the lamp with five eyes and seven wings, three of both growing out of its teeth).

 

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[blankcanvas]

Name: Reported as Ace, would not indulge anything else

Age: Claims to be 19 years of age, however, the validity of this statement is yet to be verified

Personality: On the offset, Ace appears to have a very lackadaisical and almost lazy attitude exuding from them. They would constantly be seen spacing out, staring off at some random location for long periods of time. Of course, if anyone were to ask "What's up?", then they would answer with a completely non sequitur response. However, Ace can function just like any other normal plainclothes civilian, but the issue lies in the fact that the emotions that emit from them doesn't seem human. The best way to describe this would be to call Ace a functional sociopath. It also doesn't help that they will randomly burst into maniac-like episodes before acting as though nothing happened.

Very strange indeed.

History: It was mostly a stroke of extremely bad luck that landed Ace at UNMRAS. Officials were investigating a recent disaster area and it just so happened that Ace had finished their latest assignment but was too slow on leaving the scene. Upon being confronted, Ace tried their best to play ignorant of the situation and act as a worried civilian. However, once the telltale mark was discovered on their body, Ace had no choice but to surrender to the authorities.

Dreamer Type: Nightmare

Magic: Undead whisperer. Ace is able to see, interact and converse with ghosts and on top of that, they also use the specters to drain the life of their target. However, if they don't control the amount that is drained, then they can also become incorporeal

 

[kindredspirits]

Hopeful Snowflurry

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given name

Aurora Lumine Doe

nickname(s)

Lumi, Aura, Icy

age

Twenty-One

p.o.b.

San Francisco

d.o.b.

October 25th

gender

Female

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  By all intents and purposes on paper, Lumi is one of the most well behaved students UNMRAS has ever had, period. But it is definitely by choice, she doesn’t make waves because to do so would make things far more inconvenient for her then being a Dreamer already had, even if she was Hopeful. She is a girl who hates to be inconvenienced for something as ridiculous as the thing she had no choice in. So she’ll play the obedient, ditzy girl who is a little boy crazy and materialistic that most people just naturally assume she is due to her family being rather wealthy.
  
  To some degree, it is true, she does like the stereotypical feminine interests and being treated like a princess. However, she is not nearly as hopeless with common sense as she makes people believe, nor as bubbly. No, Lumi plays it up to be not overly burdened by responsibilities that were less than savory and to get people to relax around her so she can observe them for what they really are. She is an insanely bright young woman who picks up on people’s motives from observing them and then uses that information to make her life easier. Others as well, don’t get her wrong, she does spend most the of time putting out fires rather than starting them so that her normal day-to-day schedule isn’t interrupted. By no means is she selfless, but she also isn’t entirely selfish, as she does make it a point to get staff members who are overly hateful to the point of it being overtly cruel by setting them up to be reprimanded by one of the three heads of staff as punishment for them.
  
  Is her doing that also spurned by that staff member being a pain in the ass to her for no reason, and she is petty enough to keep mental tabs of how much trouble they can get into before their fired? Yes, but she won’t act unless there is reason for her to because she isn’t unreasonable. Lumi is surprisingly fair when it comes to her instigating things behind the scenes, as she merely matches the disrespect or injustice given and usually lets minor things slide. Because she doesn’t want to show her cards or her involvement, since she knows that most of the other Dreamers either would not or could not do what she does for her if the situation was reversed.
  
  Deep down, underneath her trust issues, she has a kind heart. It is incredibly difficult for her to trust people enough to let them in fully, but she does come to care for people regardless over time. That care runs deep, and whether she wants to admit it or not, those that earn a spot in her heart she would be willing to do anything for. Including dropping her act and going full force against whatever is threatening to harm them. It is because of that genuine care that she comes off so charming, because it often isn’t ingenious.
  

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  This magic gifted to Lumi is that of the slow creep of frost as it encases her opponents into ice. It’s application slow to apply, even with her now being able to do so through her clothes and any items she maybe carrying, as opposed to her only being able to generate the thinnest layer of frost through her hands when she first arrived at UNMRAS. With inorganic objects that lack warmth, she can easily freeze it over in little time, but in combat that is not always the case. Especially if she is facing monsters who won’t stay still in her grasp long enough to be partially frozen depending on how big they are. As surface area does play a role in the amount of time it takes for things to be frozen on top of how much of her power has already been applied and how recently, she has had to improvise in her usage for her own sake.
  
  So much so that she has all but forsaken the idea of grasping things to induce ice despite skin contact being the strongest way for her to apply thick layers of frost initially due to the drawbacks of it putting her in close quarters with the icee and how it also generates more ice on her own body. While she may be immune to cold temperatures, that doesn’t mean she is immune to being frozen herself though her freezing process is much slower and thaws quicker than someone she applies it to. With that in mind, she has found that she can use her ability to increase her mobility by allowing the soles of her shoes to have a thick layer of frost on them for her to freeze the ground, thus allowing her to skate freely and even add difficulty to the terrain to those fighting against her as they are less likely to notice the ice coating the ground, or the water once it has thawed. The water also making it easier for her to restate over later if she so desires, or in extreme circumstance use to make a defensive wall of ice quickly by spiking it upward from the tip of her shoes.
  
  With quick turns and spins, comes the second important change she has made, that is her using a weapon. A rapier of sorts that she can cover in frost to apply to opponents with strikes in quick succession before zipping away out of their reach. This allows her to focus her frost in concentrated areas as well as adding upon the initial layer with each strike. Letting it have time to thaw a little to generate water for the next round of strikes to have a bigger area of effect and stronger encasement that will eventually impede her opponents ability to move as the cold begins to grow stronger..
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Lumi, for better or for worse, was born into a wealthy family. That was her world, to be surrounded by finer things and people who could also afford such luxuries, but neither of her parents ever let her be anything but grateful for the wonderful things she had the privilege to have. Unlike her peers, her mother in specific was particularly good at keeping her humble and kind from allowing her to enjoy the simple luxuries that were available to all kids for the treasures they were. The picnics to the public parks where her dad joined them to have lunch and push her on the swings before he got shanghaied into spinning the merry-go-round for all the kids. There were days that she sometimes looked up to the original ten that had gained powers, wanted to be like them. A good person who helped people, since she didn’t think that powers were required to do that, she didn’t wish to have one. Unlike her private school friends at the time, who also secretly wanted fame and power more than doing the right thing.
  
  They wanted something easy to make them memorable, but she was willing to work for it just like her mommy and daddy. Which was why when she agreed to try extracurriculars with them, she kept going even after they had quit a week in. The acrobatics classes, the ice skating lessons, and trying out for the fencing team, all things she had done at the behest of her friends so they had someone with them and yet she was the only one to stick them out even though they were just as capable of doing it. She would realize later that it was intentional, they loaded up her schedule so they wouldn’t have to see her because she was such a goody-two-shoes, how stupid of her to do something just because they were. Her friends were not good people, even at that young age, and she was too naive at the time to notice.
  
  And it was their idea to beg her parents to vacation in France…
  
  Her mother would not come home from that trip, because that year was the year that Dream Eaters would show their ugly side.
  
  Eugene Doe, her ex-marine man father, was too busy carrying his daughter to safety the second everything went to shit. Unaware that his wife had been pushed down by Lumi’s friend’s family so that they could save themselves rather than follow her since she knew where to go. She was doing the right thing and died for it, because she was trying to save people who meant something to her daughter that didn’t deserve it. Just like she didn’t deserve to be betrayed like that. The terrible consolation was that they perished too, but what was that compared to the loss of her mother from her own naive choice in friends? The trip home was as awful as the grief, since the way back was just as plagued with monsters, and it was pure luck that they had made it back to America.
  
  Neither of them felt lucky, both of them were overwhelmed with grief just like many others At that time. Her tenth birthday came and went, the news that her father was scouted for a new job with the UNMRAS wasn’t something they celebrated. They both knew that he got it because he had seen the devastation first had and had survived, which meant he had the experience to help with security. Since his wariness meant that he was always ready to act should the Dreamers step out of line, especially the unstable ones. He learned the signs and taught them to his colleages and by the time he was at the top, it was lessons he was telling to his daughter. He didn’t sugarcoat his warnings, not when she was all he had left and how easily he could have lost her too. She threw herself into her studies and extracurriculars so she wouldn’t have to be alone in their new house near the school. The pain became bearable and she learned how to smile through as she kept everyone else at arms length, and her old friends were dropped. Something they didn’t take without retaliation, which made her grow even more entrenched in the idea that no one was really worth trusting as she was the target of bullying for her whole class.
  
  But she didn’t give them the reaction they wanted, she didn’t grovel or beg for mercy. She smiled and treated them politely, all the while cataloguing their worst offenses to be sent in detail to the principal annoymously for them to be suspended or expelled one by one. The ones that weren’t, every little secret she choose to ignore for their sake put in full for the nosiest students to spread with just a few well timed errands for the teacher coincidently happening that day cause of a bad batch of pencils or misaligned paper. And who would ever believe the sweet Lumi was the culprit? Certainly not the teachers, their parents, or most of the students.
  
  With no one left to make her school life difficult, she settled into the routine of someone who was moving on, so that maybe she finally would. It certainly looked like it after the four year anniversary of her Mother’s death came, her dad and her spending it at her mother’s grave having a picnic, talking about the future. How she wanted to make her parents proud, maybe she would be a doctor, or even a soldier like her father? He didn’t seem fond of the idea, suggesting instead she choose to entertain, as in wartime the reprieve from all the despair and destruction was almost as valuable as having the soldier to fight.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Her fourteenth birthday she spent the day with her dad, at a fair of sorts, enjoying cotton candy and candy apples. Taking photos with her father at the attractions for her to scrapbook later. She had fallen asleep on her cushioned window sill reading, the window opened just a crack to let in the cool autumn air that chilled her lungs. Her father had picked her up, noting how cold she was in his arms from falling asleep there and had made the note to scold her about it the next morning as he tucked her into her bed. Closing the window before leaving the room, the door creaking to a close behind him. The sliver of light left from the crack lighting up the frosty design on the windows that was forming. In fact, everything in her room was being covered in frost as she began to toss and turn in a fitful sleep, plagued by a nightmare that was spawned snow flurries in the middle of autumn that melted once it touched the ground her bodied stilled in a peaceful sleep. An almost hopeful expression on her features as her choice was made amongst her dreams.
  
  Her father had seen the snow, and at first, he didn’t believe it had anything to do with his daughter, just some nameless kid he would soon have to read the dossier of. But when morning came and the shrill shriek of her fearful voice sent him running to her. In his heart, he knew. He knew before his hand had touched the frosted over doorknob that was frigidly locked into place, before he was forced to kick down the door stuck fast with ice, before his eyes saw his daughter whose hair had turned white overnight and her rubbing frantically on her right hand to make the silver mark go away as if it was just a spot of drool she could wipe away.
  
  Her guttural wails of denial broke his heart more than his daughter becoming a Dreamer. Even though they both knew she had no say in the matter of being chosen, she still had apology after apology spill from her mouth as he drew closer to her side, his arms pulling her into a hug as he rocked with her. Lumi cried even harder into her father’s chest because she knew he was crying for her. For her reaction, for her to feel like he’d blame her for this. Which was the furthest thing from the truth. His worries of how to keep her away from the war were now the impossible, because it was only a matter of time now, but he prayed that it would take as long as possible.
  
  It took a few hours before she calmed down enough to get out of her now waterlogged bed, chills running up her back when her feet touched the wet carpet, almost tempted to ask her dad to carry her out of the room. She didn’t though, no she got dressed and met him in the dinning room for a late breakfast, school both the last and first thing on her mind. Her enrollment to UNMRAS would probably begin in after breakfast and unfortunately she couldn’t find an appetite to prolong it. Before that, she asked as many questions as she could, and her father was proud to see her take it so seriously.
  
  Within two months she was the new student, her father had expedited the process through submitting the medical records he already had of her therapy visits and such. He didn’t outright say that Lumi was his daughter, but the staff could tell just from how quickly she had been enrolled and how their last names were the same, that it wasn’t a coincidence. She adapted to the new setting quickly, being mindful and aware as she put into place that bubbly persona with the staff, but definitely the guards. Her magic wasn’t very powerful when she first came and she was so well-behaved that it was hard to see her as threat. Though there were still the teachers that in general treated all Dreamers cruelly with no exceptions, but they always seemed to get into hot water with one of the higher ups until one of the heads got fed up and fired them, a new teacher soon to replace them with Lumi usually organizing some kind of going away party. Then the welcoming party for the new teacher and the cycle continued, nothing too out of the ordinary.
  
  Normal was a subjective thing anyway, it’s meaning much different here in a school with super-powered kids than what would be to the people without. No one expected much from Lumi, because she didn’t have the strongest power, especially in comparison to some of the new Nightmare kids. However she always gave her all in class to the best of her ability, and once a week she would go to the mock village with one of the guards escorting her to train just a little bit more to try and get better. Switching around her days so that she was never taking up the space when there was a Nightmare who needed it more. Like clockwork she would do it at a specific time for a few hours before calling it a day, always asking permission first. It was her routine, and she stuck by it for three years even after she was pulled to start going on missions when she was adept enough to go on them.
  
  She earned the right to go by herself so long as she asked. Like she had planned, and now that she was alone, she could try to expand on her abilities with only the staff mage as the potential witness if they were watching at all. It was where she felt safe testing out her new ideas, like skating for mobility and using a weapon to layer her frost faster. She tested her limits there to the fullest extent and figured out what she wanted to portray for herself in class. Wanting to keep her true capabilities as a trump card should she need it. Something she easily did by adding a new part to her persona— boy crazy. It made perfect sense as she was now eighteen and definitely old enough to have had thought about what she may have been interested in. Not to mention she had been hinting at it for the last two years to cover up her scanning gaze as she watched some of her classmates both in class and during missions. All it took to really sell it was giggling and twirling her hair anytime she went out of her way to talk to Counselor Casey and occasionally mentioning how attractive some of her male peers were.
  
  Her dad, who she had only been seeing around the holidays briefly since she wasn’t allowed to be seen with him at the academy due to her relationship to him, admittedly was not thrilled with that development. He even stated as much in his letters in the three years since, to which she teases him about how he is just afraid he might meet his future son-in-law without realizing it, knowing that her letters are being read for gossip that they keep heavily under wraps when the Head of Security is around.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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Name: Kamaria "Mari' Johnson
Codename: Psydoll
Age: 18

Appearance: Kamaria stands at 4'8 with a triangle-shaped body that seems toned from regular exercise. Kamaraia's hair is always braided in simple styles that are very practical. The purple hue of her hair matches her eyes, although the ends begin to glow when she uses magic. The contrast of her hair against Kamaria's Sable skin tone is a sight to behold, especially when she clades her body in black clothes, although anyone with a keen eye for fashion could tell that a few pieces of silver or gold would pop. She does not have a personal sense of style, just wearing whatever UNMRAS gives her.

Personality:
Kamaria comes off as almost robotic and blunt. She isn't very personable amongst the other dreamers, preferring to only interact with them on missions or training. This young lady's apathy extends to the other Dreamers even on missions, so much so that she will decline to save them unless they are necessary for the mission or if specified by UNMRAS, however if the others attempt to derail the mission in any way she is more than willing to remove the obstacle for a success. This young woman seems not to have any preferences except she is adamant that no one is to touch her hair except her.

History: Kamaria's history is unknown to everyone except the higher-ups. Her file has been tightly sealed however there are still dreamers who remember the rumors of when she was dragged in. She killed 2 elites and 3 others....She decimated a town on a whim...Created rockslides just hear the screams...But these are just rumors, and like normal teenagers, they spread like wildfire. Some also just assumed she stole from a baby, however, all of these rumors came to a hush once she was brought back to the dorms.

While no one had anything to compare a before and after to, they all knew she was different than before. On the first day in the dorms, she did nothing but sit in one spot with a vacant look in her eyes and no reactions. Kamaria only moved when her puppeteers commanded.


Dreamer Type: Hopeful
Magic: Kamaria can construct weapons, items, tools, and shields with psychic energy. She has only been seen constructing weaponry and barriers, with a strong penchant for short swords. Kamaria's psychic constructs interact with both the physical and metaphysical plane.

 

[The Regal Rper]

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  Alvaro Asger Fantazmo
  
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  Features
  - Double piercings on both ears.
  - Fit physique, Athletic Form
  - Mixed Race: Danish-Chinese-Hispanic
  - Hair: Dyed Pink, Mohawk style
  
  
  Personality
  Alvaro is not a confrontational person but is neither a pushover and can be exceptionally quick on his feet despite his more laid-back airs. Though he doesn't look it he actively works out, often alone in a sectioned off area for his own personal abilities given the nature of his power. He's only as friendly though as the energy put out, and least of all since his incident that led him to be briefly decommissioned, will barely tolerate the ‘lone wolf’ or egotistical sort. On a personal level though he is the sort of person that tries to be understanding of others. The people he personally knows that are Dreamers coming from all shades, have played a part in that outside the ones he directly knows.
  
  His knowledge on animals and his tender care of plant life around the facility, shows a much more nurturing nature that often doesn't get shown.
  
  

  
  
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  Life was fun up until a certain point of change. Alvaro was raised and lived with a family friend of his parents in Zurich, Switzerland, along with his brother and younger sister. The Favres were good people, and were long time friends of both his parents. The Fantazmos didn't just live with them in their large house, they were together almost always, went to school together and their parents went to work together. The appearance of the Dream Eater in Switzerland and the various creatures that had appeared as a result merely provided plenty of work opportunities for his parents. Those times were, to put simply, the best of times.
  
  Until that passive sleeping dragon wakes up and suddenly starts attacking. Until that friendly, innocent griffon you used to feed, turned violent.
  
  In Switzerland that day of chaos had a lot of different names but what caught on the most was the: Grausamer Aufstand Event, in English it was titled on headlines as The Day of the Ferocious Uprising.
  
  He had been nine, at school when the alarms went off. It was three hours into the morning, they had just started class. There was an announcement of an emergency of some sort. He hadn't really gotten it but the older kids had recognized this wasn't a drill and so they had all been buddied up, and only about five minutes after they were outside did the huddled adults start whispering and then start organizing the rides for people to just leave the area. That was when they had seen the distant boom and then the plumes of smoke.
  
  It was chaos even if they didn't understand everything that was happening. Alvaro recalls bits and pieces, most clearly that some of the creatures the D.E. made had suddenly gone haywire. Not one but two wyverns and a dragon had come down from the Alps and charged right for the city surprising analysts and also issuing an emergency response. None of them saw either of their parents till the next day so went to stay with friends from school for the night. And the information that was related was… it was disturbing.
  
  Even more was the next night his brother and Gil Favres both waking up from dreams with sudden tattoos. Their lives, and his, all of theirs, changed greatly once two people he personally knew were Dreamers like the ones that had been seen on the news, fighting some of the very monsters that had been and as he learned over the days that passed, still were, assaulting inhabited zones. Suddenly his older brother and their friend Gil were being visited by military officers. They got put into extracurricular activities, started actually learning how to use their powers- and as young as he was and as cool as it looked at first, Alvaro had a very clear awakening to the reality of what his brother faced and the work his parents were now doing. It became even more apparent as Dreamers in other places in the world got a bad rep or had started to by association with the Dream Eater- Switzerland didn't immediately jump on to the band wagon. They took a different approach. The fire was hot so they were cautious, some creatures couldn't be killed by heavy assault rounds or without completely destroying their own nation. If the Ferocious Uprising showed anything to the Swiss government it was how vital Dreamers were to assisting in stopping the problem of Monsters. They didn't leap to execution that was held back by the foresight thinkers, they were careful and limiting, but were subtle in the new rights that would be created for the Dreamer class to keep them satisfied but under control.
  
  It was better than the growing bias among the Dreamer class the rest of the world was displaying. In the end staying in Swiss wouldn't be in the cards. Things we're getting out of control again as the rise in Dreamers grew more in the populace and individuals that could, began abusing their abilities to add to the crime rate. At eleven they would leave, all of them. The Favres and Fantazmos together would pack and move to the West, heading first to Brazil, for work there related to monster activity that would provide an opportunity later on for going to North America, heading to California.
  
  New life, new place, he was twelve when they moved here. California’s climate was vastly different from Zurich. Yet, the constant paranoid edge that had existed in his home nation was non-existent here. There were fewer monster attacks, fewer things to worry about. Life for the moment was normal again, up until both Gil and his brother graduated high school the next year and decided to continue the perilous program they had been a part of for Dreamers here, joining the UNMRAS.
  
  It was hard to really be happy, given all he had seen. Yet when your parents were now head of the monster research division and your brother and family friend were looking forward to playing their parts, you sort of just went along with it.
  
  It was at sixteen, his life and his friend's life would change.
  
  The details of what exactly led to their collective Dreamer event was overall, nothing as peaceful as his brother's or some other more fortunate dreamers. The details are encrypted, no one fully knows what led to him coming, it's commonly known by his own mouth though, he wished he never had.
  
  Most people in the facility know Alvaro as the son of the head researchers and leaders of the Monster Research Facility first and foremost. He's publicly seen engaging and walking with them when possible. Others know him by his relation to the uprising power duo, the younger brother of Radiance, and the family friend of Pulse, two powerful Hopeful Dreamers- known for their combat proficiency and mission success, others may know him through his occasional meetings with a favorite of the program, a skilled Nightmare Dreamer by the alias Sonata. People usually know him dominantly for his connections.
  
  If one were to dig a little, the most they'd find out is he arrived at sixteen with sixteen year old Erika Favre, his best friend and Pulse’s younger sister, another fellow Dreamer- brought in willingly but in haunted states. For a majority of his time, Alvaro is known to have been semi-active on the field. Off and on, his mission success high, up until a altercation on a mission when he was nineteen led to him getting involved in trying to stop two Episodes with members on his team that ended up triggering his own. Since then he was placed on leave, and only recently was cleared to return again.
  
  He's known to be followed by an animal which is believed to be linked to his power. Rumor has it he can control a single animal, even a monster- since he's been spotted to always return with a different creature following after him.
  
  Rumor has it he's also very good at reading other people, and there's many things about him that doesn't get spoken.
  
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  Type: Nightmare
  
  Detail: The rumor is he can control animals, or at least one and alter and change them. Even mimic their abilities.
  
  The reality behind his different creature companions he returns with or without is that every single one is the same creature taking on different forms. That shapeshifting, reality bending anomaly, is called Anima, and Anima shares a telepathic link with him that is influenced by his mental state and emotions. People he dislikes, Anima dislikes; people he likes, Anima will be friendly with; it is only through mental fortitude that Anima behaves accordingly regardless of his personal opinion towards one person or the other. When it slips, so does Anima, and the Curse of his Nightmare manifests by fanning the intensity of his emotions, making Anima harder to control.
  
  This bestial manifestation ability that Alvaro has works uniquely because of Anima. It is dominantly influenced by emotions and mental state, and because his power is linked to emotion- Alvaro can subtly detect the emotions of those around him as easily as Anima can.
  
  For Anima to change forms he merely must picture the animal he wants her to become and she will instantly become it. She can become as large as a car.
  
  For himself to change he must merge with Anima becoming one, altering his form, his senses, making him a fusion between human and beast. This ability allows him to enhance his senses, increase his physical abilities, or enhance his body with animal attributes that also changes his own biology. It is a painful and timely process but can be rapidly increased if he pushes himself.
  
  Anima however can also change her own form at her own will, even more so when Alvaro becomes excited or emotional. As she is an extension of Alvaro she has independence of her own to a certain degree and can shift without his input or can change to help assist him in combat scenarios.
  
  Anima at the same time is not a normal shapeshifter. She can in fact talk to others outside of the telepathic link, but often time never does, maintaining the illusion of being merely an animal. She can also vanish from the corporeal realm, visible only to Alvaro but intangible to all.
  
  Skills: MMA, Kickboxing, Animal Encyclopedia, Melee Weapon Experience, Acrobatics Experience, Firearms Experience, Multi Language skill set, Tracking other Dreamers.
  
  
  
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  Counselor Casey: Played a major role in his growth and ability to find greater mental strength thanks to his sessions. Allowed him to overall gain a better sense of control both in his initial start and after his Episodes.
  
  Radiance & Pulse: Kevin and Gil share a close relationship with Alvaro that maintains to this day. Both played roles in Alvaro's development of his powers as already experienced Dreamers. And through them he was able to explore his abilities. Kevin's powers of range variety and speed gave plenty of opportunities to test against faster, quicker or more creative opponents. While Gil's raw destructive power and durability gave for opportunities against stronger and more durable opponents.
  
  
  

 

[LatinKnightz]

Name: Nicholas Parmer
Age: 19

Appearance: Long black semi messy hair. Taller than how he usually appears due to his slouching.


Personality: A little bit eccentric but more normal than expected since he grew up in the funeral business. Coffin building, embalming, grave digging, cremating, autopsies.
And one of his favorite things to do, consoling. He's just done about everything you could do with a job involving dead people, legal things of course.

He's was also kind and empathetic, the kind of person you could rely on to just listen. Which is great since he doesn't really know how to talk about normal mundane things.
Just because you think talking about rigor mortis is normal doesn't mean it is Nick.

He looks for the best in people and genuinely wants to help them. His parents and his faith contributing to this goal.

History:

He was just a child when it happened.

It was supposed to be a normal night walk in the woods with by himself. Well, to fair the beginning was a little strange, the creatures brought to life by the dream eater had settled in nicely in that part of town. Nick was fascinated by them. The way they walked. The way they breathed. The way they lived. Suffice it to say, he was excited for this walk.

And then he saw it.

He saw the Dream Eater.

He was, unsure of what to do.
The Dream Eater was caressing one of it's creations. It was dying. Mauled by what was probably a hungry brown bear. It turned to see Nick and promptly vanished as it usually did

Nick ran towards the the dying creature. He nearly tripped along the way, but thankfully caught himself by landing on the Nick tentatively placed his tiny hands on the innocent beast. He understood death at a young age.
That it was permanent, and that it made people sad.
He patted it's furry body, hoping that would help comfort it. He remembered how the Dream Eater, even though they had no face, looked sad.
Well, at least there was one thing left he could do when the monster died.
After remaining with the beast until it's final moments. Nick rolled the corpse back to the horror of his parents and held a mini funeral of sorts for it. Only him and a random moose attended it.
Maybe this was made him become chosen, maybe it was just random, but years after that, this was the memory he thought of when he gained the curse of raising the dead.
Well, maybe curse is a little too much. To him it was more like a convenient tool like an electric toothbrush.



Years later. . .


"I wonder where we should hold your funeral gramps. . ." Nick Parmer and his dying grandfather both laughed in the hospital. Some people there gave them mean looks as they forced themselves to quiet down while still chuckling.
"To be honest Nick. . . We'll always have a place to hold a funeral, I'm more worried about, what you're going to do now that. . . They know. . ."
Nick paused for a bit before answering. "I'll be alright gramps, considering the fact they left me alone so far during," He waved around vaguely. "this. . . Means they most have some form of dignity." "True." The old man agreed before entering into a coughing fit. Nick gave him a glass of water. "ughhh. . . Do me a favor Nick and just let me die, I lived too damn long not to die now." "I agree." "You bastard." The old man punched Nick playfully pretending to be offended. "I signed all those things to make sure I go peacefully, so don't you do none of your necro-fancy stuff." "That's not how it works but ok." "Good Nicky. . ." He patted Nick on the head. "Now be a good boy and unplug that fan." "Ok."
*chk...*

*beep... beep... beep.............................................*

"Nick that was my life support."

His grandfather didn't die that day. But he nearly did due to health and weird legal reasons. After finally perishing a week later. Nicholas Parmer conducted what he figured could be the last eulogy he would ever hold, before being quietly being taken in by the government, he went without struggle, but was a little bummed out because he wasn't able to try the buffet he ordered.

Dreamer Type: Hopeful.
Magic: Nick has the ability to bring corpses back to life, humanoid and animal.
He likes to clarify that bringing back the body is totally different from bringing back the person. When he uses his powers any intelligence or what Nick likes to calls it. "A soul" ceases to remain and is now just a meat puppet he has, kind of full control over. He's highly professional about this however and would always treat any cadaver he would come across with utmost respect. Speaking of memories. . . Curiously enough, Nick finds himself being able to scroll through the deceased memories and sometimes occasionally manages to find a last message of sorts left by the deceased in their corpse for their loved ones. He was able to console many grieving families using this, discreetly of course.

The condition of the cadaver is kind of a relatively important factor.
He can only raise old cadavers only once for around an hour, while relatively fresh ones can have multiple uses-I mean, raisings. I meant raisings. It also lasts relatively longer him even being able to sometimes being able to keep them around for the entire day. He found out about this when while he was embalming someone but the order was canceled and the body was practically thrown away. But he kept the guy around. His name was Joe.

 

[simj26]

GYOSHI

Age: 20

Gender: F

Appearance: A young woman with the build and stance of a fighter, warrior, and monster. There is no exact aesthetic that she trains her body for, honing it only for combat and combat only. With the wild, long, pink hair, adorned with a crown of horns, emerald eyes with deep black scleras, and chitinous armor covering her right arm and left leg, she appears less human than her peers. She has abandoned most ideas of keeping up her appearance, choosing tank tops, a weathered olive green jacket, a drab scarf, battle-torn jeans and boots held together by tape and hopes. She stands at 171 cm, and weighs [QUITE HEAVY].


Personality: Gyoshi is a warrior, or believes herself to be. Her dreams and wishes are far and beyond from those of her peers, seeking only to improve herself in battle through battle. Even before the Dreams, she had long pursued the path of strength, and the Dreams have only exacerbated this wish of hers.

It is only right that she also believes that the strong protect the weak, as a shield and as a sword. Virtuous as she is, she is not very friendly at all. She would rather spend time in deep meditation or practicing moves than socialise. Furthermore, she is deeply opinionated, and has some strong reservations when it comes to Nightmares. She will support them in a fight, but cannot understand their ideals. While she has a noble cause, she also believes that the weak should not be entertained at all. Speak with your fists, or not at all.

While her choice of dressing can be improved upon, at the very least, she treasures hygiene and cleanliness, and is a stickler for keeping her things neat and tidy. A clear room is a clear mind, after all.


Background: Gyoshi goes only by the name Gyoshi, and nothing else. She once had a past, and a family, and she was once known as something else, as a different name. All that was wiped away in the advent of the Events of 2012. She didn’t know what happened to her family. Whisked away by her teacher to safety as chaos fell upon her country, she could only foster the hatred she held for the monsters, and the Dream Eater. She vowed on dried tears that she would kill the beasts with her own bare hands, and forged her body and skill for battle. And forge it, she did, for she spent the rest of her life training, forging herself to become stronger, to protect others so they would not fall into the same despair as she did, and to kill the forsaken Dream Eater.

She came across power in a hospital bed, with a gaping hole in her side. She fought hard, and she fought well, but a human was just a human in the end. The dreams that visited her both showed the same path. A monster, standing atop corpses of other monsters, untold power crackling through its fists, staring out at the clear, raining, storming, beautiful skies. But for the second dream, it turned to her, and held out its hand invitingly. All this could be hers, now, it told her.

She reared back her hand, balled it up into a fist, and punched it in the jaw.

Only a coward would take the easy way. To hone, to train, to forge one’s body and strengths to its ultimate form was the warrior’s way.

Who the winner was in that dream, she couldn’t say. She awoke the next day, branded with a bright light on her right hand, with her body transformed into a monster to fight monsters.

She set out on the first day of recovery, and unleashed devastation onto a beast she happened across. It was the only one she managed to put down, before she was surrounded by peacekeepers. Having proven her own new strength to herself, she let herself be taken in. They promised a place for her to perfect her craft, and that was enough to sell her. Her master saw her off, and she promised him that her vow will be complete the next time they met again.


Dreamer Type: Hopeful
Gyoshi is gifted with the physicality and some powers of a monster. Armored carapace cover her left arm and right leg, granting both extremely high durability and defensive boons. Both armored parts are also capable of firing destructive blasts of purple energy at close ranges. This Dream is also responsible for the crown of horns on her head, her pink hair, thin tail, increased weight and black sclera.

Misc:
Gyoshi’s natural hair colour is black. Her nationality is (probably) Asian.

Gyoshi primarily relies on her strength and skill as a fighter, and has no training in firearms.

The scarf she wears is perhaps just as old as her, given to her by her master on That Day. She finds comfort in its warmth.

 

[Ian Temero]

Name: Miyami (美夜海) Adler
Age: 18

Appearance:
5’2”
Has a scar over her left eye

Personality: Quiet. That might be the best word to describe Miyami. But not like reserved, more stoic and numb. She prefers to keep to herself and rarely says more than a few words at a time, though she may throw around some snark if she sees an opening. Given enough time she may open up and gravitate towards a particular person or group.

She suffers from both androphobia and haphephobia and triggering her may result in an aggressive reaction. Other than those outbursts Miyami is surprisingly emotionally stable for a Nightmare, if you overlook some serious depression, though that may be because she keeps it all bottled up until she burst rather destructively.


History:
The first time UNMRA became aware of the Dreamer Miyami was when a Washington veteran called in claiming that his two daughters had become “monsters” and were on the run, though when law enforcement arrived to give chase they were long gone. Over the next year reports would come in of small crimes that involved Miyami, pickpocketing, quick robberies, small street fights, the occasional car theft, but nothing as big and destructive as one would expect of a Nightmare.

It wasn’t until recently that a Seattle precinct caught her after receiving reports of gunshots and screams in an alley. When the police arrived they found a scene out of a nightmare. It was as if someone had put the alley in a shredder and randomly stuck it back together, with pieces of five different men scattered across the area, and Miyami sitting in the middle of it all, clutching the dead body of her sister. She made no move to resist arrest and


Dreamer Type: Nightmare
Magic: Spatial Manipulation
Spatial Awareness - This is a sixth sense of sorts that allows Miyami to know the location of everything within 100 ft of her. This is primarily used to make sure she isn't teleporting into solid objects.

Isoportation - This is basically just teleportation with the added benefit of changing orientation and velocity, allowing her to instantly go from falling at high speeds to standing still on the ground, just as an example. She is able to affect herself and those she is in direct contact with and can only travel within her spatial awareness range. For safety reasons there is a 30 second cooldown on this, otherwise she risks her curse going out of control. (Up to 4 rapid teleports)

When it comes to inanimate objects however the rules are a little different as she only has to touch it once to be able to transport it, though the range she can teleport objects from depends on the size. An entire car for example she would need to be within a few feet from, but something handheld like a baseball she could snag from across a whole city.

Misc: Miyami has a bracelet that she never takes off with a bell attached.