Post by demitri on Feb 25, 2009 20:46:25 GMT -5
Name: Mr. Noh
Age: (Appears to be 45 but his actual age is unknown)
Gender: Male
Group: He’s something alright, nightmare or dream, it all depends on how you look at it
Occupation: Philosopher
Appearance: He wears Grey rags and wanders around with a cane. Shaggy, unkempt grey hair hangs to his shoulder, falling into his face. His face, well, he has no real face of his own. It is constantly changing and shifting, sometimes based upon the energies of those around him and his own, he is average height, but very thin and lank.
Personality: Mr. Noh rarely speaks unless asked questions. He bases most of his reasoning’s on the logic of perception and is a fervent follower of the pursuit of truth. He is the fear of reality and the dream of truth. The Dreams and Nightmares of philosophy and perception.
Powers: He so rarely uses them that they remain unknown
Other Information: Mr. Noh is a recent addition to the Nightmare/dream community, no one really knows why. However, some think that he has never really had to return until the famine struck. Normally all humans are dreaming about truth and reality at some point, so it wasn’t until there was no more time to dream that he actually had to return. Regardless, he is intelligent and quiet and can go unnoticed until he speaks.
Author's Note:
It
Had never returned to the world of Nightmares
Not since the first knowledge of its existence
Not since----
Since----
Since it could speak
Since like all things filled with blood and warmth and thought, it had a body
It
Had found a world between that was filled with food
Fear
Hope
Love
Sadness…
It had found the human mind
Occupying consciousness after consciousness until there was nothing left but an empty shell of monotony
Devouring each sense of creative emotion
Leaving nothing
But the Fear of emptiness
Than one day
The food was gone
The Living things, the real things
Had stopped
They had ceased to sleep
To dream
There was no opening in which it could penetrate
And when there was, just a tiny crack in the consciousness
Just a slight chance of weariness
There was hardly enough to sate the appetites of It
So It returned home.
Age: (Appears to be 45 but his actual age is unknown)
Gender: Male
Group: He’s something alright, nightmare or dream, it all depends on how you look at it
Occupation: Philosopher
Appearance: He wears Grey rags and wanders around with a cane. Shaggy, unkempt grey hair hangs to his shoulder, falling into his face. His face, well, he has no real face of his own. It is constantly changing and shifting, sometimes based upon the energies of those around him and his own, he is average height, but very thin and lank.
Personality: Mr. Noh rarely speaks unless asked questions. He bases most of his reasoning’s on the logic of perception and is a fervent follower of the pursuit of truth. He is the fear of reality and the dream of truth. The Dreams and Nightmares of philosophy and perception.
Powers: He so rarely uses them that they remain unknown
Other Information: Mr. Noh is a recent addition to the Nightmare/dream community, no one really knows why. However, some think that he has never really had to return until the famine struck. Normally all humans are dreaming about truth and reality at some point, so it wasn’t until there was no more time to dream that he actually had to return. Regardless, he is intelligent and quiet and can go unnoticed until he speaks.
Author's Note:
It
Had never returned to the world of Nightmares
Not since the first knowledge of its existence
Not since----
Since----
Since it could speak
Since like all things filled with blood and warmth and thought, it had a body
It
Had found a world between that was filled with food
Fear
Hope
Love
Sadness…
It had found the human mind
Occupying consciousness after consciousness until there was nothing left but an empty shell of monotony
Devouring each sense of creative emotion
Leaving nothing
But the Fear of emptiness
Than one day
The food was gone
The Living things, the real things
Had stopped
They had ceased to sleep
To dream
There was no opening in which it could penetrate
And when there was, just a tiny crack in the consciousness
Just a slight chance of weariness
There was hardly enough to sate the appetites of It
So It returned home.