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''Watch the starts burn out''
Work in Process- Not finished back story
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''I’m a dream walker. It means when I sleep I see another world, this other dimension. Its mine, and I do not want to share the nightmares that roam there..''
Tall and slender, standing at 6'2" with an aristocratic bearing. Pale skin with a faint hint of ethereal luminosity. Dark, cascading hair that seems to shine even in the dimmest light. Sharp, calming grey-blue eyes that hold a pearl of ancient wisdom. The pale blue hues will illuminate brighter and will become visual when he feasts or uses a tremendous amount of his abilities. Often dressed in elegant, tailored clothing from different eras, seamlessly blending old-world charm with modern sophistication. He favors deep reds, kinds of purples, and blacks, with a penchant for velvet and silk. A lover of art, music, and literature, he speaks fluently in various languages and has a deep knowledge of history and culture.
birth name: Tuomas samedi Holopainen
nicknames: LostOne, Hellhound
age: 25 Human Original around 127
birthday: February 18th 1997
Zodiac sign: Aguarius
gender: XY Male
sexual orientation: straight
LoveInterest: His delicate Moonflower.
Story of Flór: www.roleplay.me/blog/283752
Lycanic bloodline: www.roleplay.me/blog/271368
Family: Guardians: Shaira and Alexander
Sister: Tanja, Mazikeen @ShatteredDream
Brothers: Non
other family relatives: Flór, and of course a lycan doesn't go without his pack who he considers family.
Shape- shifting: Can transform into a wolf, dire/ lycan, and mist, or even take on the appearance of an otherworldly wolf creature
.
Regeneration: Recovers from injuries at an accelerated rate, though severe wounds still require time to heal.
Weaknesses: Silver, Blue Moons, Wolfsbane.
Haunted by the Dead: His ability to communicate with spirits can sometimes lead to unwanted contact with vengeful or malevolent entities.
Temporal Perception: he has an innate sense of the passage of time and can sometimes glimpse events from the past and future, though these visions are often cryptic.
Immortality: Unaging and nearly impossible to kill, sustained by the creation of his realm.
Enhanced Senses: Has heightened senses, able to see in the dark, hear whispers from afar, and sense the emotions of others.
Talismans: Tuomas utilizes a wide variety of spells and talismans. He demonstrates a spell to create small butterflies made of light, the ability to freeze people with and without a talisman, and uses another talisman to scour areas for spiritual abnormalities. Other talismans and spells land spiritual attacks on powerful night-hunt prey.
Paper Metamorphosis: This technique allows the user to affix their soul to a piece of paper, helpful when he needs to gain information.
Telepathy: Can establish a psychic connection with those he chooses, enabling silent communication and subtle manipulation of thoughts.
Night Magic: Wields dark, ethereal magic to manipulate shadows, create illusions, and control the environment around him.
Emotion Manipulation: Tuomas deep connection to his own emotions grants him the ability to manipulate and influence the emotions of others, allowing him to calm their fears or incite their determination.
Moonlit Resonance: When bathed in moonlight, Tuomas's powers are heightened, granting him increased strength, speed, and clarity of thought. This connection to the moon is a symbol of his inner turmoil and the constant ebb and flow of his own struggles.
Music Music has the power to evoke emotions and memories within Tuomas that he thought were long buried. He takes solace in the melodies of classical compositions, and occasionally, he plays haunting tunes on a piano hidden away in a secluded chamber
Tuomas had always been the odd one he had sometimes a hard way of expressing himself and could escape his energy through the piano. His youth was calm and nothing could bother that fantasy, there was nothing to worry about. They lived far from civilization deep within the forests of the land that once was called Ashyae the land was known for its beauty, the green that colored the land far and wide trees were filling the empty places, and here and there was a city or a small town.
His family had found their home in the forests just an hour away from the small town, they were known for running a wealthy morgue, quite a big one. Known for the good care of the dead they not only serve the families in those times of need but were also known for their incredible healing abilities.
But within the shadows, darkness lurked the creation of poison was fairly easy, so easy that if used correctly it would have come out without any trace of the one that used it, but of course, this was not without any cost or easy access little did they know their son was keeping himself busy with other things.
Tuomas explored ancient books, and stories of old and went on another path. It started with experiments on animals, in the early stages he had to draw a symbol on his hand and dust would come out of his fingertips once he would blow softly, it was barely noticeable as it traveled into the lungs of the chosen patient. It did not take long or it would look like the rabbit would have a bad dream. But he could see it too, discovering the power of what he thought dreaming. He became aware of his abilities as a Dream walker, but little was he aware of the dangers that came with it.
time went by he discovered his abilities more, he learned who he truly was and what he possessed, and things turned from keeping it under control to bursts where it just happened, taking whoever stood near him with him into an undiscovered realm. yet most of the time it was their under-conscience that kept them aware of any traumatic events some did not even need to be any hectic events some were beautiful as a dream memory they cherish deeply.
But those that were dark, those who haunted the person within their daily life were the ones he searched for. Pulling out what they fear most and bringing healing upon their health, but little did it go with a cost those events created what he called the 'shadow world' or 'his realm'
where creatures of old walked the earth, the sky had strange colors from crimson red to burst yellow. this was a place where death was not uncommon... Shadows of old seemed to welcome him, this realm looked a lot like their own true reality but everything was dark. Houses that stood firm were turned into ruins that seemed so old, the green leaves of the trees turned into dust and the trees looked dead yet alive. Seasons were the same here, a long-forgotten realm at the end of the world.
As daily life went on, Tuomas grew more powerful his abilities were under control for as far as he had learned them. His parents found out about it and soon made it difficult for him to even go out, freedom was being taken his abilities were healing for others and they saw a cost maker. But little did they know what they would bring upon their selves and their son.
The darkness within him grew only more and soon it would cost more than they could have imagined, he got tired his energy was being pulled on all sides. People found out all they experienced was controlled by only one, person. No potion, No special brew, and what they could not explain soon got the word 'Cursed' he failed more, and instead of healing he brought them more in despair and terror it eventually cost the lives of many people his parents, on the other hand, did not stop they wanted more out of him as he had no choice but to turn against them.
His once dreaming powers became nightmares, illusions of past and future together the poison that ran in the family got its name, not by any accidents... The soft smoke that could bring people in the same state of dreaming brought poison within their lungs that spread through their whole system as it consumed the victim from the inside turning them into almost a zombie-like trance until they perished in their dust, hospitals would have a hard time finding the cause if they even suspected that the patient was still alive.
He eventually believed indeed to be the one that was cursed as he wandered around, everything that he touched turned into dust or putrefy within his presence as he traveled in and out of his realm he was looking for his place. Lost, Cold, His human heart turned into something that no longer knew love. Eventually, his mind and soul became one with his realm as soon he was no longer a visitor anymore, but the creator and their long lost lord days became weeks, weeks became years, years became centuries.
It was one day when he rested on the grey sand within his realm in the middle of what was before a fireplace, and around him, that was a forest once stood proud his eyes were closed as he was in a soft trance-like state, but something woke him up. Pulling him out of the state and back into his reality soon to be standing with a snow owl. His eyes captured the beast that spread its wings to take flight, it was unusual since no living or reality creatures roamed his realm only decaying dead half alive. He soon stood up and followed the snow-white owl as it started to fly away from the place they met leading a path that he had to follow. His feet carried him as they walked for miles, back to the realm of the living the here and now, the world Tuomas was born in.
The owl was still in his presence, circling through the forests around them Tuomas let his eyes inspect the place they had entered and soon found himself standing on his old property or well... That was what used to be his family's home, the once so beautiful gothic Victorian building that held their home and the proud morgue it once was waiting until someone came home again.
The owl that flew around was getting ready to land on the ground next to him but with a gentle breeze instead of an owl, a young woman stood next to him. She was a powerful witch, her name was Flór. She was someone that knew about his origins and had been searching ever since but little did she know how his life was being taken by his darkness that was caused by people he once loved. She was the one who pulled him back to where he belonged as the path began to clear in his head.
Flór was a young-looking girl, the age of eleven if people would take a look at her. Her skin was white as snow, her hair fire orange with a marigold touch to it. A white small dress that hugged her body with a red ribbon around the waist her soft warm hand held the big hand of Tuomas. Asking if this was once his home, she was so alive back then... Flór was a niece of Tanja but her story had rather a sad ending.
Tuomas started to rebuild what once had been lost, finding new people around him who learned with him. He found out not to be the only out of the ordinary, Tanja and Flór were two well-skilled witches he had contact with as normally the two of them do not cross paths. Witches were the ones that worked in nature's name while witch doctors especially ones like Tuomas were being outcasted. But they became like family to him, and eventually, Flór became ill... So ill that it was out of the abilities that the sisterhood could offer and they turned to him for help. But how hard he tried, he could not save her.
The sisterhood saved Tuomas from a devastating death, being consumed by his own realm that was taking every single breathing and living thing out of him. Tanja was a young woman the same age as Tuomas who had found the books of old and learned about his existence, the sisterhood rather had no choice but to make a deal with another one to get him back. Marco, an elderly-looking yet young Lycanic male who had been under the command of Rasu a witch that was known to work with demonic beings on the other side.
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''I’m a dream walker. It means when I sleep I see another world, this other dimension. Its mine, and I do not want to share the nightmares that roam there..''
Tall and slender, standing at 6'2" with an aristocratic bearing. Pale skin with a faint hint of ethereal luminosity. Dark, cascading hair that seems to shine even in the dimmest light. Sharp, calming grey-blue eyes that hold a pearl of ancient wisdom. The pale blue hues will illuminate brighter and will become visual when he feasts or uses a tremendous amount of his abilities. Often dressed in elegant, tailored clothing from different eras, seamlessly blending old-world charm with modern sophistication. He favors deep reds, kinds of purples, and blacks, with a penchant for velvet and silk. A lover of art, music, and literature, he speaks fluently in various languages and has a deep knowledge of history and culture.
birth name: Tuomas samedi Holopainen
nicknames: LostOne, Hellhound
age: 25 Human Original around 127
birthday: February 18th 1997
Zodiac sign: Aguarius
gender: XY Male
sexual orientation: straight
LoveInterest: His delicate Moonflower.
Story of Flór: www.roleplay.me/blog/283752
Lycanic bloodline: www.roleplay.me/blog/271368
Family: Guardians: Shaira and Alexander
Sister: Tanja, Mazikeen @ShatteredDream
Brothers: Non
other family relatives: Flór, and of course a lycan doesn't go without his pack who he considers family.
Shape- shifting: Can transform into a wolf, dire/ lycan, and mist, or even take on the appearance of an otherworldly wolf creature
.
Regeneration: Recovers from injuries at an accelerated rate, though severe wounds still require time to heal.
Weaknesses: Silver, Blue Moons, Wolfsbane.
Haunted by the Dead: His ability to communicate with spirits can sometimes lead to unwanted contact with vengeful or malevolent entities.
Temporal Perception: he has an innate sense of the passage of time and can sometimes glimpse events from the past and future, though these visions are often cryptic.
Immortality: Unaging and nearly impossible to kill, sustained by the creation of his realm.
Enhanced Senses: Has heightened senses, able to see in the dark, hear whispers from afar, and sense the emotions of others.
Talismans: Tuomas utilizes a wide variety of spells and talismans. He demonstrates a spell to create small butterflies made of light, the ability to freeze people with and without a talisman, and uses another talisman to scour areas for spiritual abnormalities. Other talismans and spells land spiritual attacks on powerful night-hunt prey.
Paper Metamorphosis: This technique allows the user to affix their soul to a piece of paper, helpful when he needs to gain information.
Telepathy: Can establish a psychic connection with those he chooses, enabling silent communication and subtle manipulation of thoughts.
Night Magic: Wields dark, ethereal magic to manipulate shadows, create illusions, and control the environment around him.
Emotion Manipulation: Tuomas deep connection to his own emotions grants him the ability to manipulate and influence the emotions of others, allowing him to calm their fears or incite their determination.
Moonlit Resonance: When bathed in moonlight, Tuomas's powers are heightened, granting him increased strength, speed, and clarity of thought. This connection to the moon is a symbol of his inner turmoil and the constant ebb and flow of his own struggles.
Music Music has the power to evoke emotions and memories within Tuomas that he thought were long buried. He takes solace in the melodies of classical compositions, and occasionally, he plays haunting tunes on a piano hidden away in a secluded chamber
Tuomas had always been the odd one he had sometimes a hard way of expressing himself and could escape his energy through the piano. His youth was calm and nothing could bother that fantasy, there was nothing to worry about. They lived far from civilization deep within the forests of the land that once was called Ashyae the land was known for its beauty, the green that colored the land far and wide trees were filling the empty places, and here and there was a city or a small town.
His family had found their home in the forests just an hour away from the small town, they were known for running a wealthy morgue, quite a big one. Known for the good care of the dead they not only serve the families in those times of need but were also known for their incredible healing abilities.
But within the shadows, darkness lurked the creation of poison was fairly easy, so easy that if used correctly it would have come out without any trace of the one that used it, but of course, this was not without any cost or easy access little did they know their son was keeping himself busy with other things.
Tuomas explored ancient books, and stories of old and went on another path. It started with experiments on animals, in the early stages he had to draw a symbol on his hand and dust would come out of his fingertips once he would blow softly, it was barely noticeable as it traveled into the lungs of the chosen patient. It did not take long or it would look like the rabbit would have a bad dream. But he could see it too, discovering the power of what he thought dreaming. He became aware of his abilities as a Dream walker, but little was he aware of the dangers that came with it.
time went by he discovered his abilities more, he learned who he truly was and what he possessed, and things turned from keeping it under control to bursts where it just happened, taking whoever stood near him with him into an undiscovered realm. yet most of the time it was their under-conscience that kept them aware of any traumatic events some did not even need to be any hectic events some were beautiful as a dream memory they cherish deeply.
But those that were dark, those who haunted the person within their daily life were the ones he searched for. Pulling out what they fear most and bringing healing upon their health, but little did it go with a cost those events created what he called the 'shadow world' or 'his realm'
where creatures of old walked the earth, the sky had strange colors from crimson red to burst yellow. this was a place where death was not uncommon... Shadows of old seemed to welcome him, this realm looked a lot like their own true reality but everything was dark. Houses that stood firm were turned into ruins that seemed so old, the green leaves of the trees turned into dust and the trees looked dead yet alive. Seasons were the same here, a long-forgotten realm at the end of the world.
As daily life went on, Tuomas grew more powerful his abilities were under control for as far as he had learned them. His parents found out about it and soon made it difficult for him to even go out, freedom was being taken his abilities were healing for others and they saw a cost maker. But little did they know what they would bring upon their selves and their son.
The darkness within him grew only more and soon it would cost more than they could have imagined, he got tired his energy was being pulled on all sides. People found out all they experienced was controlled by only one, person. No potion, No special brew, and what they could not explain soon got the word 'Cursed' he failed more, and instead of healing he brought them more in despair and terror it eventually cost the lives of many people his parents, on the other hand, did not stop they wanted more out of him as he had no choice but to turn against them.
His once dreaming powers became nightmares, illusions of past and future together the poison that ran in the family got its name, not by any accidents... The soft smoke that could bring people in the same state of dreaming brought poison within their lungs that spread through their whole system as it consumed the victim from the inside turning them into almost a zombie-like trance until they perished in their dust, hospitals would have a hard time finding the cause if they even suspected that the patient was still alive.
He eventually believed indeed to be the one that was cursed as he wandered around, everything that he touched turned into dust or putrefy within his presence as he traveled in and out of his realm he was looking for his place. Lost, Cold, His human heart turned into something that no longer knew love. Eventually, his mind and soul became one with his realm as soon he was no longer a visitor anymore, but the creator and their long lost lord days became weeks, weeks became years, years became centuries.
It was one day when he rested on the grey sand within his realm in the middle of what was before a fireplace, and around him, that was a forest once stood proud his eyes were closed as he was in a soft trance-like state, but something woke him up. Pulling him out of the state and back into his reality soon to be standing with a snow owl. His eyes captured the beast that spread its wings to take flight, it was unusual since no living or reality creatures roamed his realm only decaying dead half alive. He soon stood up and followed the snow-white owl as it started to fly away from the place they met leading a path that he had to follow. His feet carried him as they walked for miles, back to the realm of the living the here and now, the world Tuomas was born in.
The owl was still in his presence, circling through the forests around them Tuomas let his eyes inspect the place they had entered and soon found himself standing on his old property or well... That was what used to be his family's home, the once so beautiful gothic Victorian building that held their home and the proud morgue it once was waiting until someone came home again.
The owl that flew around was getting ready to land on the ground next to him but with a gentle breeze instead of an owl, a young woman stood next to him. She was a powerful witch, her name was Flór. She was someone that knew about his origins and had been searching ever since but little did she know how his life was being taken by his darkness that was caused by people he once loved. She was the one who pulled him back to where he belonged as the path began to clear in his head.
Flór was a young-looking girl, the age of eleven if people would take a look at her. Her skin was white as snow, her hair fire orange with a marigold touch to it. A white small dress that hugged her body with a red ribbon around the waist her soft warm hand held the big hand of Tuomas. Asking if this was once his home, she was so alive back then... Flór was a niece of Tanja but her story had rather a sad ending.
Tuomas started to rebuild what once had been lost, finding new people around him who learned with him. He found out not to be the only out of the ordinary, Tanja and Flór were two well-skilled witches he had contact with as normally the two of them do not cross paths. Witches were the ones that worked in nature's name while witch doctors especially ones like Tuomas were being outcasted. But they became like family to him, and eventually, Flór became ill... So ill that it was out of the abilities that the sisterhood could offer and they turned to him for help. But how hard he tried, he could not save her.
The sisterhood saved Tuomas from a devastating death, being consumed by his own realm that was taking every single breathing and living thing out of him. Tanja was a young woman the same age as Tuomas who had found the books of old and learned about his existence, the sisterhood rather had no choice but to make a deal with another one to get him back. Marco, an elderly-looking yet young Lycanic male who had been under the command of Rasu a witch that was known to work with demonic beings on the other side.
''May we Guide''
Work in Process
---- Flór
Flór means to guide, she was an eleven-year-old girl who was part of a powerful sisterhood. Her age was counted as one of the eldest in fact... Witches of the old and youngest sister of Tanja, her sisterhood became aware of the presence of Tuomas and found out that he had locked himself in his own realm, times were harsh and danger was lurking he was needed to help them defeat what could have been a humiliation to the sisterhood, or at worst the end. And how selfish it might have sounded, in fact, they saved his life. The realm would have eaten him alive consumed him by every last living and breathing origin he had. Flór was a young girl who became very ill, The sickness that consumed her came from his realm but even he did not know how to end her suffering until...
Tanja the elder sister of Flór was searching in the eldest books they owned, searching endlessly Tuomas was still lost while holding a glass globe that he was gifted by Flór little did they know that the glass globe was the cause of what was happening but it had also the meaning of their bound.
with much frustration inside the sisterhood and the fight inside of Tuomas himself their search kept on, Flór was dying. And in the time they had, Tuomas had one conversation with her that would change it all, her words and her voice that gave permission with much anger that came with it from Tanja.
Tuomas had to do it, the sisterhood had found a solution to keep Flór with them and also a solution to the troubles Tuomas was facing. When he returned to their reality he had a rough time keeping himself there jumping in and out and the outburst of his magic was so bad that he was being kept within the walls of an old monastery. Every man like Tuomas had a thing that channeled their powers and kept them bound in their reality so they could travel without consequences within the two realms.
Tuomas on the other hand did not have one, and the sisterhood found a way to get him one but that would mean offering Flór to him.. but it was either that or she would be consumed by the sickness that was also consuming him. Basically, they would need each other without a choice to survive, Flór had to become his contract in order to stay bound with the earth they remained on.. To keep him from drifting away.
work in process... not finished
---- Flór
Flór means to guide, she was an eleven-year-old girl who was part of a powerful sisterhood. Her age was counted as one of the eldest in fact... Witches of the old and youngest sister of Tanja, her sisterhood became aware of the presence of Tuomas and found out that he had locked himself in his own realm, times were harsh and danger was lurking he was needed to help them defeat what could have been a humiliation to the sisterhood, or at worst the end. And how selfish it might have sounded, in fact, they saved his life. The realm would have eaten him alive consumed him by every last living and breathing origin he had. Flór was a young girl who became very ill, The sickness that consumed her came from his realm but even he did not know how to end her suffering until...
Tanja the elder sister of Flór was searching in the eldest books they owned, searching endlessly Tuomas was still lost while holding a glass globe that he was gifted by Flór little did they know that the glass globe was the cause of what was happening but it had also the meaning of their bound.
with much frustration inside the sisterhood and the fight inside of Tuomas himself their search kept on, Flór was dying. And in the time they had, Tuomas had one conversation with her that would change it all, her words and her voice that gave permission with much anger that came with it from Tanja.
Tuomas had to do it, the sisterhood had found a solution to keep Flór with them and also a solution to the troubles Tuomas was facing. When he returned to their reality he had a rough time keeping himself there jumping in and out and the outburst of his magic was so bad that he was being kept within the walls of an old monastery. Every man like Tuomas had a thing that channeled their powers and kept them bound in their reality so they could travel without consequences within the two realms.
Tuomas on the other hand did not have one, and the sisterhood found a way to get him one but that would mean offering Flór to him.. but it was either that or she would be consumed by the sickness that was also consuming him. Basically, they would need each other without a choice to survive, Flór had to become his contract in order to stay bound with the earth they remained on.. To keep him from drifting away.
work in process... not finished
''And Recover''
PROCESS~
The Bloodline of a Lycan can... Be a complicated mess, some of us are only able to transform during the night of a full moon. Some of us can shapeshift whenever we want -- And some, carry the curse like second nature.
Tuomas can transform into three different forms, traveling, and communicating and his usual form is that of a deep black dire wolf. His eyes piercing blue, his height was just over 2 feet tall, and weighed on average 130 pounds. When he is in combat, he rather takes the form of that known to their old origin. generally resembles a monstrous wolf-like creature, with a lupine body covered in fur, as well as razor-sharp teeth and claws. Lycans possess a muscular build, often standing around 8 feet in height, although their appearances tend to vary even in wolf form. His third remained a mystery for very long. This creature became his nature with the creation of his realm, a creature from an unknown grim nature.
In the eerie realm where the boundaries between reality and the ethereal blur, a creature of darkness known as the Darkasher prowls. This spectral shadow wolf exists on the precipice between the material world and the realm beyond, its very form is a visage of nightmarish elegance. A carrier of tranquility, a creature born of paradoxes, embodying both the essence of fear, and chaos and the solace of tranquility within its mysterious nature. Its existence blurs the boundary between the ethereal and the corporeal, as it roams the shifting dreamscapes, an unearthly sentinel in search of unspoken tales while it feeds on the haunted...
Physical Appearance:
The Darkasher is a haunting and ethereal entity, its presence announced by an aura of otherworldly gloom. Its body appears as a sinuous and elegant wolf, its form shrouded in a perpetual haze of black mist that seems to flow like liquid shadow. A cascading veil of shifting black haze forms its fur, an ever-moving shroud, within this amorphous darkness, a skeletal frame emerges, delicate bones etched like intricate cracks in an obsidian facade. Piercing through the nebulous cloak, a pair of eyes radiate with cold, luminescent light, revealing an intelligence and awareness that transcends the tangible. His head is always part skeleton, part portrait of a wolf, engraved in his bone structure old symbolic runes. They reminiscent about his witches' ancestry, and his dark origin.
Nature and Behavior:
The creature separates itself from its host, leaving the young male only partly in control, he is aware of his actions but can't make his own choices he lives and breathes on his own.. The Darkasher is a collector of unspoken dreams—those whispered in the deepest recesses of one's mind, the forgotten nightmares, and the suppressed fears. It is drawn to places steeped in emotions, particularly those of chaos and turmoil. It feeds on the negative energy generated by such emotions, making it a harbinger of chaos and nightmares. The Darkasher moves soundlessly, leaving behind an eerie silence in its wake, and its very presence can send shivers down the spines of those who encounter it. Every sound it makes, whines, howls, or even his speech echoes and touches every nerve.
When the Darkasher encounters a tormented soul, it offers a sinister trade—a respite from their traumatic memories in exchange for their unspoken dreams. The creature's offer can be tempting, as it offers the allure of tranquility and liberation from the shackles of one's painful past. However, those who accept its bargain find themselves disconnected from certain aspects of their emotional history, potentially leading to a hollow existence. Only a few can gain a reconnection with what's lost, those succeeded in their hurdle of the deal. It highlights the importance of facing and processing one's past rather than seeking an easy way out. The creature's existence blurs the line between savior and tormentor, casting doubt on whether true tranquility can be achieved by avoiding one's pain.
Realm of Dreams:
The Darkasher holds dominion over a peculiar realm that lies between the after and reality. This realm is a manifestation of the collective unconscious, a landscape that stands parallel to their reality, This realm is a dark mirror of reality however, remains frozen in the time of creation. Inhabitat by creatures' manifestations of soul fragments, each one of them holds their own purpose.
Within this realm, the Darkasher acts as both a guardian and a predator. It guards the unspoken dreams it has collected, arranging them into an ethereal frame of its spiritual creature, however, it is also a ruler, seeking out lost and abandoned souls who request his aid, the realm is its essence it nourishes the wolf, a place where he can recollect and refuel his lost energy.
Abilities:
Nightmare Siphon: The Darkasher is drawn to chaos and nightmares, its presence intensifying the darker aspects of dreams. It is a collector of unspoken dreams, lurking at the fringes of consciousness to feed upon the untamed fears and anxieties that reside within. As it consumes these negative emotions, it gains strength and ethereal vitality.
Dreamweaver's Influence: The Darkasher can subtly influence the course of dreams and nightmares, guiding them toward corners of the dreamer's psyche.
Ethereal Manipulation: The creature has command over its own shadowy essence, allowing it to melt into the darkness and become nearly invisible at will..
Legends and Lore:
Legends about the Darkasher vary, often portraying it as both a malevolent force and a reluctant guardian. Some say that the creature is a manifestation of the darker aspects of the dreamer's psyche, a reflection of the struggles they face in waking life. Others believe it to be a guardian of the subconscious realm, tasked with maintaining the delicate balance between dreams and nightmares. The living, and after.
Encounters with the Darkasher are said to be both terrifying and transformative. Those who dare to face it find themselves confronted with its celestial being, forced to confront the very essence of their being. The creature's offer of tranquility is both alluring and unsettling, as the price it demands is nothing short of one's memories and experiences. Some even say he is a reference to the old Nordic wolves who lived for eternal darkness.
In the end, the Darkasher remains an enigma, a being that defies easy comprehension, a creature of shadows and dreams whose existence serves as a reminder that the human psyche is a complex mosaic woven from both light and darkness. It beckons dreamers to explore the depths of their souls, to confront the very essence of their being, and to tread the fine line between chaos and solace.
The Bloodline of a Lycan can... Be a complicated mess, some of us are only able to transform during the night of a full moon. Some of us can shapeshift whenever we want -- And some, carry the curse like second nature.
Tuomas can transform into three different forms, traveling, and communicating and his usual form is that of a deep black dire wolf. His eyes piercing blue, his height was just over 2 feet tall, and weighed on average 130 pounds. When he is in combat, he rather takes the form of that known to their old origin. generally resembles a monstrous wolf-like creature, with a lupine body covered in fur, as well as razor-sharp teeth and claws. Lycans possess a muscular build, often standing around 8 feet in height, although their appearances tend to vary even in wolf form. His third remained a mystery for very long. This creature became his nature with the creation of his realm, a creature from an unknown grim nature.
In the eerie realm where the boundaries between reality and the ethereal blur, a creature of darkness known as the Darkasher prowls. This spectral shadow wolf exists on the precipice between the material world and the realm beyond, its very form is a visage of nightmarish elegance. A carrier of tranquility, a creature born of paradoxes, embodying both the essence of fear, and chaos and the solace of tranquility within its mysterious nature. Its existence blurs the boundary between the ethereal and the corporeal, as it roams the shifting dreamscapes, an unearthly sentinel in search of unspoken tales while it feeds on the haunted...
Physical Appearance:
The Darkasher is a haunting and ethereal entity, its presence announced by an aura of otherworldly gloom. Its body appears as a sinuous and elegant wolf, its form shrouded in a perpetual haze of black mist that seems to flow like liquid shadow. A cascading veil of shifting black haze forms its fur, an ever-moving shroud, within this amorphous darkness, a skeletal frame emerges, delicate bones etched like intricate cracks in an obsidian facade. Piercing through the nebulous cloak, a pair of eyes radiate with cold, luminescent light, revealing an intelligence and awareness that transcends the tangible. His head is always part skeleton, part portrait of a wolf, engraved in his bone structure old symbolic runes. They reminiscent about his witches' ancestry, and his dark origin.
Nature and Behavior:
The creature separates itself from its host, leaving the young male only partly in control, he is aware of his actions but can't make his own choices he lives and breathes on his own.. The Darkasher is a collector of unspoken dreams—those whispered in the deepest recesses of one's mind, the forgotten nightmares, and the suppressed fears. It is drawn to places steeped in emotions, particularly those of chaos and turmoil. It feeds on the negative energy generated by such emotions, making it a harbinger of chaos and nightmares. The Darkasher moves soundlessly, leaving behind an eerie silence in its wake, and its very presence can send shivers down the spines of those who encounter it. Every sound it makes, whines, howls, or even his speech echoes and touches every nerve.
When the Darkasher encounters a tormented soul, it offers a sinister trade—a respite from their traumatic memories in exchange for their unspoken dreams. The creature's offer can be tempting, as it offers the allure of tranquility and liberation from the shackles of one's painful past. However, those who accept its bargain find themselves disconnected from certain aspects of their emotional history, potentially leading to a hollow existence. Only a few can gain a reconnection with what's lost, those succeeded in their hurdle of the deal. It highlights the importance of facing and processing one's past rather than seeking an easy way out. The creature's existence blurs the line between savior and tormentor, casting doubt on whether true tranquility can be achieved by avoiding one's pain.
Realm of Dreams:
The Darkasher holds dominion over a peculiar realm that lies between the after and reality. This realm is a manifestation of the collective unconscious, a landscape that stands parallel to their reality, This realm is a dark mirror of reality however, remains frozen in the time of creation. Inhabitat by creatures' manifestations of soul fragments, each one of them holds their own purpose.
Within this realm, the Darkasher acts as both a guardian and a predator. It guards the unspoken dreams it has collected, arranging them into an ethereal frame of its spiritual creature, however, it is also a ruler, seeking out lost and abandoned souls who request his aid, the realm is its essence it nourishes the wolf, a place where he can recollect and refuel his lost energy.
Abilities:
Nightmare Siphon: The Darkasher is drawn to chaos and nightmares, its presence intensifying the darker aspects of dreams. It is a collector of unspoken dreams, lurking at the fringes of consciousness to feed upon the untamed fears and anxieties that reside within. As it consumes these negative emotions, it gains strength and ethereal vitality.
Dreamweaver's Influence: The Darkasher can subtly influence the course of dreams and nightmares, guiding them toward corners of the dreamer's psyche.
Ethereal Manipulation: The creature has command over its own shadowy essence, allowing it to melt into the darkness and become nearly invisible at will..
Legends and Lore:
Legends about the Darkasher vary, often portraying it as both a malevolent force and a reluctant guardian. Some say that the creature is a manifestation of the darker aspects of the dreamer's psyche, a reflection of the struggles they face in waking life. Others believe it to be a guardian of the subconscious realm, tasked with maintaining the delicate balance between dreams and nightmares. The living, and after.
Encounters with the Darkasher are said to be both terrifying and transformative. Those who dare to face it find themselves confronted with its celestial being, forced to confront the very essence of their being. The creature's offer of tranquility is both alluring and unsettling, as the price it demands is nothing short of one's memories and experiences. Some even say he is a reference to the old Nordic wolves who lived for eternal darkness.
In the end, the Darkasher remains an enigma, a being that defies easy comprehension, a creature of shadows and dreams whose existence serves as a reminder that the human psyche is a complex mosaic woven from both light and darkness. It beckons dreamers to explore the depths of their souls, to confront the very essence of their being, and to tread the fine line between chaos and solace.
''What we have lost''
- Section for his realm still in work it will be sh*tty now but didn´t want to leave it empty-
In a realm difficult to comprehend, a tale unfolds - a story that defies conventional understanding. It begins with the enigmatic concept of the Darkasher Realm, a place shrouded in ash-like sand, seemingly existing beyond the boundaries of human imagination. Every inhabitant, every creature that draws breath within this realm, is forged from this strange substance
a creation that came to be almost accidentally. He recounts a time when his dreams bore a certain power - a power that materialized into a rift that led him beyond the borders of their world. These borders, he emphasizes, exist for a reason, and his unintended breach resulted in the formation of the Darkasher Realm. It's a place parallel to Earth but vastly different, a dimension where toxicity emanates from its inhabitants and where the line between predator and prey becomes obscure. However, there are soul fragments within his realm. Those become incredible fascinating creatures that he refers to as Guardians, as each one of them holds its own unique essence. For example, the moon guardian. One of the most important identities that exists in his realm, keeping away those who should not enter their reality like a warning. The thin bridge between dimensions can be unstable and catastrophic, causing harm to those near its collapse.
The relationship between the Darkasher and its realm is one of symbiosis, a dance between creator and creation. Just as the realm is a mirror of the Darkasher's inner world, the Darkasher itself is shaped by the realm it inadvertently birthed. Their connection is a reflection of the intricate ties between consciousness and the unknown, woven into a narrative that straddles the borders of reality. The creatures of the Dark woods Realm are as unique as the realm itself. Toxic to those not attuned to their dimension, they prowl in shadow, feeding on sparks of light and fragments of memories. Lost souls who stumble into this realm find themselves infected, much like a vampire would be from a Lycan's bite. There's no known cure, and the very air is composed of the remnants of poisonous flowers that once adorned a beautiful but deadly garden. It's a place not to be entered lightly, guarded by black steel gates and warning signs that hide the true nature of the flora within.
The young male likens it to purgatory, a space between realms where time seems distorted and endless. But while some parts are barren wastelands, others resemble descriptions in their names - sprawling woods that stretch as far as the eye can see, concealed by a pervasive dark mist. How his power surged uncontrollably in a moment of despair, shaping the Dark Woods Realm from the raw energy of his fractured sanity.
He won´t allow anyone near it, anyone who becomes in touch with his realm is believed to suffer the following death..
In a realm difficult to comprehend, a tale unfolds - a story that defies conventional understanding. It begins with the enigmatic concept of the Darkasher Realm, a place shrouded in ash-like sand, seemingly existing beyond the boundaries of human imagination. Every inhabitant, every creature that draws breath within this realm, is forged from this strange substance
a creation that came to be almost accidentally. He recounts a time when his dreams bore a certain power - a power that materialized into a rift that led him beyond the borders of their world. These borders, he emphasizes, exist for a reason, and his unintended breach resulted in the formation of the Darkasher Realm. It's a place parallel to Earth but vastly different, a dimension where toxicity emanates from its inhabitants and where the line between predator and prey becomes obscure. However, there are soul fragments within his realm. Those become incredible fascinating creatures that he refers to as Guardians, as each one of them holds its own unique essence. For example, the moon guardian. One of the most important identities that exists in his realm, keeping away those who should not enter their reality like a warning. The thin bridge between dimensions can be unstable and catastrophic, causing harm to those near its collapse.
The relationship between the Darkasher and its realm is one of symbiosis, a dance between creator and creation. Just as the realm is a mirror of the Darkasher's inner world, the Darkasher itself is shaped by the realm it inadvertently birthed. Their connection is a reflection of the intricate ties between consciousness and the unknown, woven into a narrative that straddles the borders of reality. The creatures of the Dark woods Realm are as unique as the realm itself. Toxic to those not attuned to their dimension, they prowl in shadow, feeding on sparks of light and fragments of memories. Lost souls who stumble into this realm find themselves infected, much like a vampire would be from a Lycan's bite. There's no known cure, and the very air is composed of the remnants of poisonous flowers that once adorned a beautiful but deadly garden. It's a place not to be entered lightly, guarded by black steel gates and warning signs that hide the true nature of the flora within.
The young male likens it to purgatory, a space between realms where time seems distorted and endless. But while some parts are barren wastelands, others resemble descriptions in their names - sprawling woods that stretch as far as the eye can see, concealed by a pervasive dark mist. How his power surged uncontrollably in a moment of despair, shaping the Dark Woods Realm from the raw energy of his fractured sanity.
He won´t allow anyone near it, anyone who becomes in touch with his realm is believed to suffer the following death..
''To the unforgiving''
Vampire Character #optionalSecondCharacter You can find the main character of this profile right here::~ www.roleplay.me/blog/275882
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Lucian Valor Mortimer
Birth name: Lucian Valor Mortimer
Nicknames: Luc, Val,
Age: Human age 37, but centuries-old born in 1800
Birthday: 25 July 1800
Zodiac sign: Lion
Gender: XY Male
Vampire
Chaotic good
Part of: Invictus
Facial Claim Dani Filth
Born into a humble and close-knit family in a remote village with a high rank during the late 18th century. He grew up with a deep appreciation for nature, spending his days exploring the woods and fields that surrounded his home. Lucian possessed an innate kindness and a strong sense of justice, often standing up for those who couldn't defend themselves. Tall and muscled, but with a slender figure and a calm noble pose. Pale skin with a faint hint of ethereal presence. Dark, flawless groomed raven-black hair that falls over his shoulders. Intense, piercing blue eyes a crimson-red outer circle will become visual when he feasts or uses a tremendous amount of his capacities. Often dressed in elegant, tailored clothing from different eras, seamlessly blending old-world charm with modern sophistication. A Victorian touch with a sense of dark goth. He favors deep reds, purples, and blacks, with a penchant for velvet and silk. With his turn he became hesitant and careful around the human kin, Lucian is driven by a desperate need for redemption and a longing to reconnect with his lost humanity. Although on first meeting he will appear calm, well civilized he keeps his true intentions veiled in mystery. Despite the darkness within him, Lucian's heart still holds remnants of the compassion he once possessed as a human. He is protective of those he cares about and can't bear to see innocent lives suffer.
Abilities:
Immortality and regeneration by consumption of blood, although larger and more severe wounds take longer to heal.
Shape- shifting: Can transform into a large, sleek black bat, a shadowy large fog appearance of a cat creature.
Able to travel via shadows, able to use a strange way of telepathy and rarely Telekinesis..
Small hints of shadow magic, and weapon mastery always caught his interest.
Memory Manipulation: Some vampires can manipulate memories, erasing or altering the recollections of humans and other creatures.
Weaknesses:
Sunlight: Direct exposure weakens him, making him vulnerable to harm. he can tolerate it to some degree.
Silver: Silver-inflicted wounds are difficult to heal and cause considerable pain.
Stakes: A wooden stake through the heart can immobilize or kill him.
Invitation: On occasions must be invited to enter a private dwelling.
Blood Thirst: Requires regular consumption of blood to maintain strength and vitality.
Enjoyments:
Nightly Strolls: Often takes leisurely walks through the city's dimly lit streets, immersing himself in the sights and sounds of the night. He enjoys observing the lives of mortals from a distance, finding solace in their bustling activities.
Music, and art, he is an avid collector of rare and vintage rare oddities. Lucian appreciates the beauty and expression found in various forms of art. He spends hours studying paintings, sculptures, and other artistic creations that capture the human experience and the emotions he struggles to understand.
Nature: Lucian's connection to the natural world remains strong, and he finds comfort in spending time surrounded by the wilderness. He enjoys long walks through forests, listening to the rustling leaves and the gentle whispers of the wind.
Books and Knowledge: Despite his immortal existence, Lucian has a deep thirst for knowledge. He immerses himself in books, finding solace in the stories they tell and the wisdom they offer. Historical texts and philosophical writings are among his favorites.
Moments of Connection: The rare moments when Lucian can connect with others on a genuine and heartfelt level bring him profound joy. The bonds he forms, whether with a close friend, a fleeting acquaintance, or someone he has sworn to protect, remind him of the human connections he once treasured.
On the fateful night, the young male celebrated the year of his 37th age, a small mystical ball was held in the halls of the grand castle. That night changed all when he fell into the enchantment of a witch's spell. A young desperate lady Grief-stricken and consumed by rage, the town Lucian was noble to the town who held responsibility for raiding a witches town. They murdered and killed innocent people, in the name of his father, and demanded because he accused them of cursing his family.. Blamed them for the bad crops they had year after year, causing the humans to fall into starvation and diseases.. the truth, the curse only revealed itself when the blades cut the skins of many innocence. Lucian's heartache attracted the attention of a powerful vampire when he realized what he allowed to happen, Amid his despair, Lucian caught the attention of a secret and ancient vampire organization known as the "Invictus." The Invictus were a powerful and influential group of vampires who operated in the shadows, manipulating the course of history from behind the scenes. Intrigued by Lucian's unwavering determination and inner turmoil, the Invictus offered him a way to gain the strength he needed to enact his revenge. They offered Lucian the dark gift of vampirism – the power to become a creature of the night with the ability to match. Desperate to avenge the loss of both towns and driven by his unwavering sense of rectitude, Lucian accepted the vampire's offer. As he embraced his newfound abilities, Lucian embraced his new identity as a vampire. He became a skilled and formidable warrior under the guidance of the Invictus, harnessing his enhanced strength and abilities to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. And so turned himself against his own lineage, the one who held responsible for the destruction of two incredible once powerful towns, once again leading his own clan of vampires in a campaign of terror against the very villagers he had once vowed to protect, over time, Lucian's once-noble intentions began to fade as the darkness of his vampiric nature consumed him. He became a feared and ruthless figure, years passed on, and centuries-long he had pulled himself away from humanity, only coming out when he had to. Despite the darkness within him, Lucian's heart still holds remnants of the compassion he once possessed as a human. He is protective of those he cares about, As he navigated the complexities of his nature, Lucian sought a way to find redemption and reclaim the honor and compassion that had defined him in his human life. His path was one of self-discovery, living in solitude while adapting to the shift of periods. Lucian hoped to find a way to heal the wounds of his tragic past and bring light to a world overshadowed by both his own darkness and the darkness of others, all while being influenced by the enigmatic machinations of the Invictus.
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Lucian Valor Mortimer
Birth name: Lucian Valor Mortimer
Nicknames: Luc, Val,
Age: Human age 37, but centuries-old born in 1800
Birthday: 25 July 1800
Zodiac sign: Lion
Gender: XY Male
Vampire
Chaotic good
Part of: Invictus
Facial Claim Dani Filth
Born into a humble and close-knit family in a remote village with a high rank during the late 18th century. He grew up with a deep appreciation for nature, spending his days exploring the woods and fields that surrounded his home. Lucian possessed an innate kindness and a strong sense of justice, often standing up for those who couldn't defend themselves. Tall and muscled, but with a slender figure and a calm noble pose. Pale skin with a faint hint of ethereal presence. Dark, flawless groomed raven-black hair that falls over his shoulders. Intense, piercing blue eyes a crimson-red outer circle will become visual when he feasts or uses a tremendous amount of his capacities. Often dressed in elegant, tailored clothing from different eras, seamlessly blending old-world charm with modern sophistication. A Victorian touch with a sense of dark goth. He favors deep reds, purples, and blacks, with a penchant for velvet and silk. With his turn he became hesitant and careful around the human kin, Lucian is driven by a desperate need for redemption and a longing to reconnect with his lost humanity. Although on first meeting he will appear calm, well civilized he keeps his true intentions veiled in mystery. Despite the darkness within him, Lucian's heart still holds remnants of the compassion he once possessed as a human. He is protective of those he cares about and can't bear to see innocent lives suffer.
Abilities:
Immortality and regeneration by consumption of blood, although larger and more severe wounds take longer to heal.
Shape- shifting: Can transform into a large, sleek black bat, a shadowy large fog appearance of a cat creature.
Able to travel via shadows, able to use a strange way of telepathy and rarely Telekinesis..
Small hints of shadow magic, and weapon mastery always caught his interest.
Memory Manipulation: Some vampires can manipulate memories, erasing or altering the recollections of humans and other creatures.
Weaknesses:
Sunlight: Direct exposure weakens him, making him vulnerable to harm. he can tolerate it to some degree.
Silver: Silver-inflicted wounds are difficult to heal and cause considerable pain.
Stakes: A wooden stake through the heart can immobilize or kill him.
Invitation: On occasions must be invited to enter a private dwelling.
Blood Thirst: Requires regular consumption of blood to maintain strength and vitality.
Enjoyments:
Nightly Strolls: Often takes leisurely walks through the city's dimly lit streets, immersing himself in the sights and sounds of the night. He enjoys observing the lives of mortals from a distance, finding solace in their bustling activities.
Music, and art, he is an avid collector of rare and vintage rare oddities. Lucian appreciates the beauty and expression found in various forms of art. He spends hours studying paintings, sculptures, and other artistic creations that capture the human experience and the emotions he struggles to understand.
Nature: Lucian's connection to the natural world remains strong, and he finds comfort in spending time surrounded by the wilderness. He enjoys long walks through forests, listening to the rustling leaves and the gentle whispers of the wind.
Books and Knowledge: Despite his immortal existence, Lucian has a deep thirst for knowledge. He immerses himself in books, finding solace in the stories they tell and the wisdom they offer. Historical texts and philosophical writings are among his favorites.
Moments of Connection: The rare moments when Lucian can connect with others on a genuine and heartfelt level bring him profound joy. The bonds he forms, whether with a close friend, a fleeting acquaintance, or someone he has sworn to protect, remind him of the human connections he once treasured.
On the fateful night, the young male celebrated the year of his 37th age, a small mystical ball was held in the halls of the grand castle. That night changed all when he fell into the enchantment of a witch's spell. A young desperate lady Grief-stricken and consumed by rage, the town Lucian was noble to the town who held responsibility for raiding a witches town. They murdered and killed innocent people, in the name of his father, and demanded because he accused them of cursing his family.. Blamed them for the bad crops they had year after year, causing the humans to fall into starvation and diseases.. the truth, the curse only revealed itself when the blades cut the skins of many innocence. Lucian's heartache attracted the attention of a powerful vampire when he realized what he allowed to happen, Amid his despair, Lucian caught the attention of a secret and ancient vampire organization known as the "Invictus." The Invictus were a powerful and influential group of vampires who operated in the shadows, manipulating the course of history from behind the scenes. Intrigued by Lucian's unwavering determination and inner turmoil, the Invictus offered him a way to gain the strength he needed to enact his revenge. They offered Lucian the dark gift of vampirism – the power to become a creature of the night with the ability to match. Desperate to avenge the loss of both towns and driven by his unwavering sense of rectitude, Lucian accepted the vampire's offer. As he embraced his newfound abilities, Lucian embraced his new identity as a vampire. He became a skilled and formidable warrior under the guidance of the Invictus, harnessing his enhanced strength and abilities to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. And so turned himself against his own lineage, the one who held responsible for the destruction of two incredible once powerful towns, once again leading his own clan of vampires in a campaign of terror against the very villagers he had once vowed to protect, over time, Lucian's once-noble intentions began to fade as the darkness of his vampiric nature consumed him. He became a feared and ruthless figure, years passed on, and centuries-long he had pulled himself away from humanity, only coming out when he had to. Despite the darkness within him, Lucian's heart still holds remnants of the compassion he once possessed as a human. He is protective of those he cares about, As he navigated the complexities of his nature, Lucian sought a way to find redemption and reclaim the honor and compassion that had defined him in his human life. His path was one of self-discovery, living in solitude while adapting to the shift of periods. Lucian hoped to find a way to heal the wounds of his tragic past and bring light to a world overshadowed by both his own darkness and the darkness of others, all while being influenced by the enigmatic machinations of the Invictus.