Character You Would Like to Play: Dream
Real Name: Nikola Sebastian Blood
Canon or OC: OC
Character Alignment: Hero, but his cravings tend to drive him down dark paths
Appearance/Costume:Nikola is about 6'0 with a slime build, weighting 135lbs. He has long, messy jet black hair that comes down to the back of his neck. His skin is a pale grey color and his eyes growl a sickly yellow. He normally wears a dark sewn cap, a dark grey hoodie and jeans, a pair of black low tops, and a black trench coat.
Origin/History of Your Character:Being brought into this world on the exact stroke of midnight of the year 1996, Nikola born to the leader of the Church of Blood, Sebastian Blood aka Brother Blood, and one of his female acolytes. Though the woman was only able to hold her child for a brief moment before she was sacrificed and her blood used for Nikola's first bath, so was the ritual for the heir of Blood. For the first few months of the infant's life he was keep in a special crib that was in the summoning room of the Church so his young mind could be exposed to the foul acts, such as sacrifices and demon possessions, earlier. Despite Brother Blood's harsh and down right evil personality he did, in his own twisted way, love his son, often reading Nikola bed time stories, though most contained death or mutilation, as the infant drifted off to sleep. Nikola was about a year old when his life would be changed forever, which may have been a blessing. He was resting in his crib, still located in the Church's summoning room, when a group of his father's acolytes summoned the being known as Morpheus, the lord of dreams, in the hopes of obtaining immortality. Despite their failure to bind the being, who effortlessly killed half of them before returning to his realm, they were able to break off a fracture of Morpheus' power. The small piece of the dream lord's power sought out the nearest dreamer to be it's host, which happened to be the baby Nikola. The power coursed through the infant's body, staining his skin a sickly grey color and causing his eyes to glow with a eerie yellow light. When brother Blood found his child in such a state he was furious, quickly killing the remaining acolytes who summoned Morpheus, but being the power hungry man he was Blood quickly saw the silver lining in his child's accident.
Once Nikola was able to walk his father began his training in the occult arts of magic, namely their family's name sake blood magic. Like all of the long line of Brother Bloods that came before him Nikola was attune to the dark art of blood magic, mastering spells at the age of five where teen acolytes of the church struggled with. Also like his ancestors Nikola had the strong need to consume blood, which in turn increased both his magical and physical abilities. But unlike his forefathers, or anyone he knew of, he was connected to the Dreaming, the realm of Morpheus. Every time the boy drifted off to sleep his mind would be transported to the Dreaming where he would be confronted by the lord of dreams himself. Through the years Morpheus served as a form of conscious for Nikola, keeping him from completely losing his humanity like his father, and teaching him to control the powers that he retained from his accident, telling him he was a Dream Walker. Though Morpheus was a eternal neutral being, not allowing to take sides in most matters, He seemed to have taking a liking to Nikola, often using the words 'My child' when he referred to him.
Nikola's life continued the simple, simple for him anyways, routine of training in the dark arts in his waking hours and listening to the words of wisdom from Morpheus while he dreamed. It wasn't until he was fourteen that his simple routine was shattered by a raid on the Church of Blood lead by the hero named Doctor Fate. It was during all the mayhem, and after Nikola had fished killing one of the magicians that raided the Church, that Nikola heard the voice of Morpheus telling him to surrender to Doctor Fate. Nikola was conflicted but he obeyed the dream lord and surrendered to the hero, who quickly took him into custody and transported to the tower of fate for integration. While there Morpheus again spoke with Nikola telling him to ask to learn under Doctor Fate, that it will help clean his soul. Again the young Nikola did what the dream lord said and asked for a chance to learn, well pleated would be a better word, much to the surprise to the good doctor. But nonetheless Fate agreed to teach the child provided he gave up his blood consumption, a nearly impossible task but one the boy still undertook. With in the year that Nikola was under the wing of Doctor Fate he expanded greatly on his Dream walker abilities, such as to be able to psychoproject himself. Though he stopped his blood drinking, using a potion made by Doctor Fate to help with the pain, he still researched into blood magic and other dark arts.
He stayed in the tower of fate until the day Doctor Fate demined him ready to put his powers to use for the greater good. Though Nikola was a nervous, to say the least, he was able to find the will, mainly from the monotone words of encouragement from Morpheus he came to treasure, to set out and do it.
Powers and Abilities:-Dream Walker: Since Nikola has a small piece of the dream lord inside of him he is forever connected to the Dreaming, the place where every persons dreams are born and remain. Meaning such it gives him a wide range of abilities, most of which he hasn't scratched yet. So far Nikola has been able to project his thoughts, voice or images, into other people minds to the point of causing great pain in a persons mind. As well as read there minds, well more resent thoughts anyway. He has only done it once, in a extreme case when he was almost crushed by a car, but he literally walked through the Dreaming and reappeared back on earth, basically teleporting.
-Dreamer's knowledge: Nikola can, through meditation, connect his mind to the Dreaming and call upon the nearly infinite knowledge that floats around the realm, though he has to search for the knowledge that he needs and the process tires him greatly afterwards.
-Blood Magic: Like other blood mages Nikola can use his own or other peoples blood for spells, like rising zombies or turn people into blood puppets, or to weaponize the blood itself, such as turning the blood into daggers. But he has to yet to use these skills since his joining Doctor Fate, though he still studies them.
-Blood Buff: Like all of his forefathers Nikola draws power from blood. Meaning when he drinks it his reflexes, strength, senses, and blood magic increases ten fold. He is healed when he drinks blood, even mending broken bones if he drinks enough. He doesn't know if he posses the same power stealing effect through blood like his father, as he never drank from a super to test it. But he has stopped drinking blood, along with blood magic, when he joined Doctor Fate
Weapons:He keeps a black pocket knife with him at all times.
Supporting Cast: -Sebastian Blood/Brother Blood: His father and they haven't spoken since Nikola's leaving of the Church of Blood.
-Doctor Fate/Lord Nabu: His mentor and the man the keeps tabs on both blood magic and blood lust.
-Morpheus/Lord of Dreams: The being that acts like his conscious and the being he trusts the most.
Other:Nikola's favorite song is beautiful dreamer
Sample Post: It was probably the darkest night out of the year for Gotham City when the rain began pouring down. Everyone in their right mind were finding their way to what ever shelter they called home and planed to seal it up tight, one such soul had found herself taking a wrong turn into a back ally. The young woman was greeted by a yellow grin from a brutish man who seemed to be lying in wait for her. "Oh hello ma'am what brings you to this part of town at this unholy time?" He said in a deep, gravelly voice that made the woman's skin crawl. The woman took a few steps back from the man, grabbing her purse defensively. "N-Nothing I was j-just leaving." She managed to choke out, causing the brute to laugh. "Oh, how about I help you find your way home?" He said with a sleazy smirk as he took a few steps forward. The fear in the woman's eyes was plan to see. "No that's a-alright.." She whimpered as the man took another step forward, she being able to feel the man's rancid breath against her face. "It was really a request." He growled out as he moved his hand to the woman's waist. "Now how about we get rid of that top of yours-" The man then reeled back in pain, clenching at his head.
The woman watched in utter confusion as her would be attacker grabbed at his head like it had just been stabbed. That's when she noticed the figure standing at the end of the ally, the silhouette of a slime person with a hood pulled up and wearing a trench coat that just barely hung above the floor. The figure began to walk, it stepping in a puddle causing the attacker to finally notice it. "W-what the Agghh! What the hell did you do Agghh to me!?" The brute growled through clinch teeth, moving his hands from his head and forming them into fists. The figure remained quite, only cocking it's head to the side. The man let out another pained grunt before stepping forward towards the figure. "Quite type?! Agghh I guess I'll just have to make you talk!" He boomed before barreling towards the figure. The figure lazily raised it's hand towards the man as it's response. As the man got closer he slowed his pace and his stance began to wobbly, to the point that the man collapsed to his knees right before the figure. The man let out roars of pain and a few curses at the man. "What Agghh the hell are you?!" The man managed to chock out as the figure took a knee beside him. "Just a Dream." The figure said in a cold voice that seemed to echo through out the ally. It then slowly placed a hand on the man's head, almost like it was caressing it, and the man fell to the ground limp. It then rose and turned towards the woman, taking slow steps towards her. The woman watched in awe as her savoir made his calm stroll to her. She couldn't make out any features of the figure in the dark rainy night save for one, one that sent a slight chill down her spin, it's eyes glowed a yellow light. Once the figure arrived the woman she took a slight breath once she saw the face of a young man under the hood. "T-thank you... Who are you?" The woman said in a soft voice. The boy grew a slight smile at the question. "Like I said. Just a Dream."
