''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
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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.