Dreamcatcher

"A modern concussion, the room is on fire. You're an upstanding model of a modern day Cain, with impeccable style.. "

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Biography

The tree stands tall, bearing its shadow amongst the rest of the Starwood Strand. Wrapped around it is something that resembles a Spiral, asleep, overtaken by the vines and moss that has grown over him during his slumber. He'd been there for decades, centuries perhaps, engulfed by his depressive state.

One day, however, with this Fae and Tundra standing in front of him, he develops one last spark of hope. It drives adrenaline through his veins. He finally moves, letting out a groan. The vines that held him close whining and snapping as he pulls himself away from the tree.

He bares his hypnotic eyes.

He calls himself Dreamcatcher, a Protégé of the Arcanist. And he's singing of a tale where he'll gain the God's trust once more. To be placed back under his wing, to be luminary of his knowledge once more.

To be worthy again.

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Personality

He's a megalomaniac. The once joyous Demi-god being torn down into nothing more than a power hungry, anxiety riddled mess. He fell asleep upset with himself, upset with the fights he'd caused. But, now that he's had time to slumber, an eternity to think with himself, he's awoken with a thirst.

And god knows what he's willing to do, who he's willing to sacrifice to get to that point. He's grown apathetic, two-faced, manipulative if you will.

Astral

"Such a familiar face."

Clockwork

"In my way."