Post by Nate on Jan 26, 2010 14:27:43 GMT -5
Filth. That is what Morpheus was born in. He and his sisters and his parents lived in it and knew little else. Fighting everyday to survive and barely making it back alive was how he spent the first several years of his life. He would watch as his father whored his mother and sisters out for a few coin. He was often used as decoy or bait for some ill-conceived robbery attempt and always seemed to get the worse end of it. All through childhood he was small and scrawny and wasn’t good at anything according to his father. “Why couldn’t I have had a son that was big and strong and powerful instead of having all girls?” He would people talk about all the good things this organization was doing or great and benevolent this person was. Why wasn’t he seeing any of this charity? Where were these good people to help him and his family when they needed it most? He would then see the gangs and thugs robbing people and taking what they wanted. They didn’t have to answer to anyone and they always seemed to be happy. If only there was a way for him to take what he needed, but he was useless and weak. Until one day when things took a very drastic change for the… well I guess we don’t if it was for the better or the worse, yet.
One morning he woke up on the shit covered street and felt different, like he gained something over night that hadn’t been there before. When his father started the daily routine of taking his frustrations out on Morpheus, he found a shocking surprise. The last thing he saw was the look of utter shock and surprise in the eyes of his son. Morpheus had no idea what was happening but he wasn’t about to waste it. He used his power to terrorize whoever he thought he had a chance of beating. He was quickly developing his power and learning new ones. Then he made a bad move. A lone man was making his way through a dark alley, the kind of man the usually made the perfect target. The young warlock made his move. A blast of red and black crackling energy sailed through the air and slammed into some invisible force in front of the lone man. With a flick of the man’s hand, Morpheus felt pain surge through his body like he had never experienced. “Neat little trick you’ve got there boy. I could use someone like you. Nod your head if you want to come work for me, if not…” The man let one finger point towards the ground as a sharp menacing icicle began to grow from it. No one heard from Morpheus for a very long time after he went with that man, but it certainly wouldn’t be the last they ever heard from him.
Fifteen years later, you couldn’t find anyone who didn’t know who the Dream Syndicate were. The organization had spread like a wild fire, destroying anyone and everyone in their path. What made them stand out was the fact that they always seemed to have a solution to any problem that might arise. In fact, that was part of their slogan, “You have a problem? We have a solution.” They dealt in everything that satisfied a craving. Drugs, prostitution, wetwork, politics, or physical ailments, they did it all. And they always tried to insure that all customers were customers for life. The face of the operation was a man named the Dream Maker, but the creator and founder everyone knew as The Nightmare Lord. Many rumors told of the horrible things the Nightmare Lord could do. Just touching his skin could cause all of the water in your body to be torn out. When his feet touch the ground, hell starts to manifest around him. There was one rumor that everyone confirmed as true. The Nightmare Lord is very ambitious and whatever he is doing, he’s not done yet.
I just wanted to get this posted. A character sheet is to come.
One morning he woke up on the shit covered street and felt different, like he gained something over night that hadn’t been there before. When his father started the daily routine of taking his frustrations out on Morpheus, he found a shocking surprise. The last thing he saw was the look of utter shock and surprise in the eyes of his son. Morpheus had no idea what was happening but he wasn’t about to waste it. He used his power to terrorize whoever he thought he had a chance of beating. He was quickly developing his power and learning new ones. Then he made a bad move. A lone man was making his way through a dark alley, the kind of man the usually made the perfect target. The young warlock made his move. A blast of red and black crackling energy sailed through the air and slammed into some invisible force in front of the lone man. With a flick of the man’s hand, Morpheus felt pain surge through his body like he had never experienced. “Neat little trick you’ve got there boy. I could use someone like you. Nod your head if you want to come work for me, if not…” The man let one finger point towards the ground as a sharp menacing icicle began to grow from it. No one heard from Morpheus for a very long time after he went with that man, but it certainly wouldn’t be the last they ever heard from him.
Fifteen years later, you couldn’t find anyone who didn’t know who the Dream Syndicate were. The organization had spread like a wild fire, destroying anyone and everyone in their path. What made them stand out was the fact that they always seemed to have a solution to any problem that might arise. In fact, that was part of their slogan, “You have a problem? We have a solution.” They dealt in everything that satisfied a craving. Drugs, prostitution, wetwork, politics, or physical ailments, they did it all. And they always tried to insure that all customers were customers for life. The face of the operation was a man named the Dream Maker, but the creator and founder everyone knew as The Nightmare Lord. Many rumors told of the horrible things the Nightmare Lord could do. Just touching his skin could cause all of the water in your body to be torn out. When his feet touch the ground, hell starts to manifest around him. There was one rumor that everyone confirmed as true. The Nightmare Lord is very ambitious and whatever he is doing, he’s not done yet.
I just wanted to get this posted. A character sheet is to come.