[i]Because being a goody two-shoes is not as fun as it used to be[/i]

I haven't been on the site for what feels like an eternity now, but I'm ready to dip my toes in some superpower RPs again as a way to [i]hopefully[/i] get back into some fun.

I see we don't have a proper thread yet for the RP (or I missed it after 3 reads), so whilst the interest is still fresh and the inspirations high, I'll just leave my character sheet here. I've been getting annoyed at "relatable villains" in movies for a while, so it's time to create someone who is completely alien, unrelatable and doesn't have a sob-story to back up whatever atrocious acts they commit.


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[h2][color=gray]AGE:[/color][/h2]
Few know the age of a being like He Who Dreams, one who themselves has forgotten how many eternities they have spent conjuring up madness. Time flows differently in Noctur, one altogether controlled by the whim of He Who Dreams. It can be centuries, a millenia, or the cold emrbace of eternity.

[h2][color=gray]NOCTUR:[/color][/h2] 
The place that He Who Dreams calls home is one of frigid void, an all-encompassing darkness that embraces the little pockets of sanity that this otherwise maddening plane would grind up in mere moments. Flung so far from the caring light of Creation when the it shattered, Noctur was left to fend for it's own, it's reality so twisted and warp from the cataclysmic event that all those who inhabited it were warped by it's unforgiving nature. A dark desert of rocks and dunes, entirely void of light, save for the flickering embers of the Shard of Chaos that embedd itself into the plane like a splinter, infecting it with it's maddening powers. 

Every inhabitant of Noctur once clung to Shard, maddened and twisted by it's powers as they fought over possession of the artefact. Now nothing remains, but the echoing laughter of He Who Dreams and the warped reality that he has created over an eternity. He shapes it's reality, twisting and morphing it into his own vision, and to those who are rewarded with a trip to Noctur will forever perceive a world of tormented homonculi. This, of course, doesn't stop the mad god of Noctur from conjuring a new, tormented vision of reality every time he gets bored of the last one, and populate it with those he deems worthy of experiencing his new, perfect domain.

[h2][color=gray]DESCRIPTION:[/color][/h2]
He Who Dreams is a being as silent as his madness is deafening. His voice is a trembling shout that echoes in the mind like a cacaphony of screams. His face lacks features and expressions, yet the cold stare of his shadowed eyes are spiced with ferocity that belies the slender frame it belongs to. The three horns that extrude from his head shimmer like obsidian in the light, and scarce few patches of exposed pale skin contrasts the dark robes that usually cover most, if not all his form. 

Never present in the "moment", all his time is spent conjuring up a world of his own desires, He Who Dreams lives in a world entirely disconnected from the reality that others see, however he is more than happy on bringing everyone else into the fold of his mad dream: whether or not they want it. He often conjures up maddening visions and inflicts torment on all those he wishes to bestow his [b]gifts[/b] of a perfect world upon, a reflection of the contorted mind that lurks behind his dark eyes.

[h2][color=gray]BACKSTORY:[/color][/h2] In the distant past he was but one of the maddened and malformed denizens of Nocturne who wished to take possession of the Shard. Infected by it's powers, he succumbed to the sweet whispers of power and peace, the ability to shape reality as he willed it.

Once he did, he quickly became more and more twisted by the power, his already corrupted plane soon turning into a nightmare of his own creation. Though the Shard wasn't lying, it did not tell the truth to He Who Dreams, his powers to create whatever he wished for only a mere illusion. Yet the twisting power of Chaos corrupted all those who succumbed to the dreams and visions, and over the centuries they became the very things that He Who Dreams perceived them as. Living countless lifetimes and realities through twisted visions, He Who Dreams has lost sight of reality, now entirely beholden to the powers of the Shard, and the nightmares that torment him are merely the rare moments of clarity when the power of Chaos vanes, and he is forced to see the imperfect manifestations of his dream.

Now all that he craves is to rid himself of these "visions", and make sure that everyone else is brought into the folds of his perfect existence, however strange and twisted it might be, and ruled by whatever malevolent wishes it's "god" has for the denizens.

[h2][color=gray]SHARD OF NOCTUR:[/color][/h2]
The Shard of Noctur has no names or one shape. It is as elusive and twisted as the power it grants, and it can only be perceived as a Shard by those granted permission by it's holder, or those the Shard wishes to infect with it's powers. Currently, the Shard resides on the forehead of He Who Thirsts, acting as the third horn on his forehead.

[h2][color=gray]POWERS:[/color][/h2]
He Who Dreams has a very special set of powers bestowed upon him by the Shard. He can control the way others perceive the world around themselves. Visions or illusions begin to appear in the eyes of mortals as He Who Dreams nears, the world seemingly slowly shifting around them. Once under the spell of He Who Dreams, much more vivid hallucinations and feelings can manifest themselves in the minds of the afflicted. They will fear fires and blood that do not yet exist, they will run from the monsters that do not yet inhabit their realm, and they will fall to the floor in pain upon perceived death that did not yet occur.

The longer the effects of He Who Dreams are allowed to linger and corrupt the minds of those around him, the more his visions will began to manifest into reality, warping space and time around himself. Though never perfect, these manifestations of his dream will over time slowly become more and more like the visions he gifts upon the hapless, until it will become impossible for all but the strongest to distinguish reality from vision, by which point it is usually too late for them to resist.

The power of He Who Dreams is limited only by his twisted imagination, and the willpower of those he wishes to gift with his twisted dreams, though few have proven a match for his dark desires over the many millennia.

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69R2D5b-2DU[/youtube]

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I understand the powers can be a bit of a headscratcher, but think of an unholy baby between Warhammer 40K and Lovecraftian gods to get an idea about the contents of his visions. Of course, more than happy to answer any questions you might have :)

PS: Before anyone asks, yes, the image was made with an AI tool. I've always wanted to see if it was possible to create something quickly for an RP instead of hours of searching Pinterest, and honestly I'm not disappointed. That said, probably one of the last times, it's so janky and I had to quickly fix it up at parts. It will likely be changed once I find/make a better picture.