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Applications are open constantly, but are only processed every other Friday at 7PM EST. The Saturday following acceptance, an IC mingle log will be posted for characters to be introduced to the game.
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Canon Characters:
Sample Application (Faith Lehane)
Sample Application (Iroh)
Original Characters:
Sample Application (Mors)
Sample Application (Vera de Barr)
Previous Game History:
Sample Application (Abel Nightroad/Mayfield RPG)
Sample Application (Bolin/Discedo)
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Nightmares; These are dreams that Pitch has since added “a touch of fear” to in order to create creatures made from swirling Black Sand. They appear to be almost skeletal, horse-like creatures with bright glowing eyes and swirling manes that both fly and can shadow-step. Similarly, he can dissolve the Nightmare back into component dreamsand in order to use it for other things. In the movie it’s implied that Pitch’s power to create Nightmares is only limited by the amount of children’s fear he has access to.
Black Sand; This stuff is what Pitch makes almost everything he needs out of. In the movie, it’s predominantly used to make weapons or amorphous, thick swirls to block Jack’s frost lightening. Pitch is also seen to make a scythe from black dreamsand, and later an arrow.
Obtenebration ( Shadow step ); Pitch can teleport through shadows, though they do have to be thick enough for him to hide in. The brighter the light, the less dense the shadows, so if Pitch is caught out in a flat area during daylight, he will be unable to use this ability. Similarly at night, when there’s deep shadows cast by streetlights, or even the moon, Pitch can move great distances through the shadows with relative ease. Generally any shadow he is “occupying” also changes shape to resemble Pitch.
Fear Reading; As he states in the movie “It’s the one thing I always know; people’s greatest fears”. It’s an almost telepathic ability, but Pitch can sense the deepest, darkest fears in others. Even fears that people don’t even want to admit to themselves. For gameplay purposes, this ability will be okayed by the other player before put into practice.
Touch of Fear; Pitch can “feed” off the fear of children the most, because their hearts are the most pure. But he can also inspire fear through direct physical contact. The level of fear he can inspire depends on the person, and the situation, but it can range from a mildly startled tingle to full blown terror. Again, this is something that would be okayed with other players on a case by case basis before ever being used in gameplay.
Items/Weapons: Just his own shadowy “clothes”.
Sample Entry: dear_mun post
Sample Entry Two: Butterflies. Small, fluttering, golden butterflies were still finding their way into his lair every night.
At first, Pitch thought it must have been some personal taunt. The Sandman's constant reminder that Pitch had failed, that his army was defeated, and the Nightmare King imprisoned within his own lair - as if Pitch could ever forget. He would simply glare daggers at the gold dreamsand-created insects, and swat at them until their butter-golden wings curled into sharp black wasp shapes, or they dissolved back into inert sand.
But they kept coming. And over time they started to flutter their way through the shadowy passages of Pitch's lair, and scare away the fearlings in their path. Until, eventually, Pitch stopped swatting them away immediate. Over time, he even managed to learn how to ignore them since their arrival was as regular as clockwork.
And then during the early pre-dawn hours of a seemingly random night, a golden butterfly found Pitch asleep in the broken slabs of granite that made up his throne.
Most spirits did not need to sleep in the same way that humans did, and when they did sleep they ignored any form of normal Circadian rhythm. Silent, and still, Pitch Black slept while the golden butterfly fluttered down to rest lightly on his shoulder.
For the first time in hundreds of years, Pitch dreamed. Not a dream of fear and darkness, either. A real dream, a good dream...and maybe more to do with memory than Pitch realized?
A girl with sparkling eyes and clouds of black ringlets ran ahead. Her dress was of soft silks, the palest shade of summer green, but she chased after the quick luna moths with a delighted giggle. Twirling in place, she raised her hands until the moths were too charmed, and drifted down to rest on the tips of her fingers.
"They made the sash for your dress."
She turned at the sound of the voice, black curls framing doll-like features. Her smile was bright enough to rival all the stars in the sky. Just seeing it was proof enough that home was wherever she went.
"Father!"
With a soft flutter of her fingers the moths took flight again, and the swish of green skirts swirled around her legs. Her feet barely touched the ground as she came closer, and raised her arms to offer a hug.
"I've missed you, father."
Pitch woke with a start, tensing up as his arms tried to raise and return the phantom feeling of a hug. The hot, sandpaper muzzle of a Nightmare bent toward him, golden butterfly wings curling away into black wisps at the corners of it's mouth where the Nightmare had snapped it up a moment before. The view wavered strangely, and the Nightmare's ears pricked forward at him. Pitch blinked...and was surprised by the damp feeling on his cheeks.
Raising a shaking hand, he wiped away tears but could only regard them with utter confusion. He felt a prickle of uneasy fear, and quickly pushed it aside. What was that? Sandy's idea of some obtuse message? A taunt? A threat?
Pitch's expression darkened, eyes turning cold and hard as the gemstones they mimicked, and pushed himself out of his throne with a hiss.
"How dare Sandy try to push me like this. It's bad enough that I am back to scraping what fear I can from under beds and in closets!"
Pitch balled his hands into fists and started to pace as he spoke to the shadows creeping their way across the floor. Some were writhing in his wake, disturbed by his anger. Pitch stopped abruptly, and glanced at the multiplying number of Nightmares. With a flicker of apprehension visible on his features, he bared his teeth at them in an effort to seem more sure of himself.
"They can't get rid of me! Not forever. And certainly not with a few silly dreams!"
But whether he was just trying to placate the fearlings, or tell himself a comfortable fiction to soothe his own fear? That was up for debate.
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