[C:tL] Character sketch
"I'm always cold, but the cold never touches me. It's too cold inside for me to feel the outside cold.
This time's a dream. It's gotta be. Last time was real. Or is it the other way around?
There's all this blood. Where'd the blood come from? Is it mine? I don't feel hurt, it can't be mine. Oh no... I did it again. Wonder how many died this time...
They are watching me. Laughing at me through the Hedge. I can feel it. This has got to be a dream... My whole life feels like a dream, but it's all a nightmare. I just want to wake up."
He is the Man Who Lives In Nightmares. Before the Others stole him away, life was normal. Good job, steady girlfriend, nice apartment in a warm climate. It was that walk one fateful night. He decided to go enjoy the playground that night. Walked through the park towards the playground and noticed an archway that he couldn't remember being there before. He walked through, and then there was blackness.
When he woke up, he was in Faerie. His Keeper was a sadistic one, his realm as cold as his heart. His world became a series of terrible dreams, one running into the next until he couldn't tell reality from the dreams. He died in hundreds of horrible ways. Froze to death. Ripped apart by creatures that defied description. Made to kill for survival, only to be jailed and executed by others. He dreamed of escaping so many times, killing his Keeper and running back through the Hedge, only to wake up with his Keeper's laughter in his ears. Time has no meaning in Faerie. The days and nights blurred together until only the fear remained. His mind broke, became unanchored from reality. He was no longer capable of telling when he was asleep and when he was awake.
He came to in the Hedge. The blur cleared some, and he realized he was outside of Faerie with no idea what happened. He stood and started walking, his mind trying to get its bearings. He started running, taking turns aimlessly, the terror building inside of his brain. It wasn't long before his legs gave way and he fell, curling up in a corner of the Hedge, the terrors in his mind leaving him a glibbering wreck.
... (the rest to come)
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Autumn Court Elemental
The Man Who Lived In Nightmares
I plan on having many different names for this character. His brain is broken. He doesn't know who he is, or what he's doing. He has no concept of reality. He isn't even sure he's real. He acts without thinking of the consequences, because it's entirely possible this is all a dream. He is scared all the time. In fact, besides his clique, the only constant in his life is fear. To compensate for this, he tries to spread that fear around as much as possible. His clique takes care of him, and in return, he does whatever they tell him to without question or hesitation.
Our Clique is already filled oocly for the most part. I am interested in other ties. Folks he can make chaos with, folks to be his boogymen, folks that he is a boogyman to. Folks to help him get out of the Hedge and folks to protect him in the real world other than his clique. I'm also open to other ideas.
-Tug