Canon Personality: - Arrogant/Proud - Morpheus has the nasty habit of looking down upon the mortals he attends to the dreams of. He's learned to respect them more than he used to, but he still sees himself as their superior, as something greater and more important than they are.
- Aloof - Even among people he likes, he tends to have a hard time letting people in. It's easier to run something like the Dreaming if he holds a level of detachment...or so he thinks.
- Temperamental - Angering him is risky at best and dangerous at worse - for a man who tries to keep a cold guiding hand on the Dreaming, he is notorious for swift and often excessive retribution should he be crossed.
- Artistic - Every dream, every nightmare, every scene in the sleeping minds of mortals has been crafted by the Dream Lord's hand. He takes great pride in his work, sculpting from the fabric of unreality beautiful and terrible things.
- Serious - Sense of humor? What's that? Any laughs you get out of Dream are dry to say the least. He comes off often as dour and moody, so devoted to his work that he cannot see the forest for the trees.
- Strange - I mean...have you ever had a dream that made you wake up and wonder why you dreamt it at all? He did that. It made sense to him. He's not bound by human concepts of what is odd and what isn't.
AU Name: Morpheus "Dream" Dante AU Birthday: October 21st
AU History:
Ever since Morpheus was a kid, he has been plagued by vivid dreams and even more vivid nightmares. It was clear from infancy that there was Something Not Quite Right about the extent to which the child seemed to recall the dreaming hours, but his parents elected not to make much of it unless it got dangerous somehow. After all, they were only dreams, and not even lucid ones at that.
When the dreams were good, it was fun for the little boy...but when they weren't? He got good at keeping himself awake from a young age. Developed a taste for strong black coffee.
He grew in a fair home, despite the strangeness of his night hours - sibling rivalries, too much daydreaming at school, a common enough story. As a teenager, he stopped telling people of his dreams, realizing how they made him sound. Art became his outlet where he had no other - a way to try and process the immense and strange things that would come to him in his sleep. And he was GOOD at it. Amazing how fast you can progress in a skill when you forfeit social interaction for the sake of it.
Soon enough, he was out of school and on his own, getting an apartment in midtown, a job as a library assistant, working towards the day he could be doing art professionally. He's always been aware that there are strange things in the world...after all, with the things he dreams of being as vivid as they are, how could he discount strange things glimpsed between distant bookshelves in the silence? (Besides - trying to find answers about his dreams in the dustier, more esoteric segments of the library was...enlightening.)
His art career was slow to start, his work being deemed often too esoteric to have a market. It proved hard, balancing work with art with how dreadfully difficult it often was for him to sleep properly. He found a little success selling some of his sculptures, but restlessness continued to sing through him. It wasn't enough. He needed to be doing more.
One night, during a serious bout of insomnia, he decided to try to take a drive to clear his head. While out, his lack of sleep caught up with him, and he dozed off behind the wheel. It would have been enough to kill him, the car a twisted cage of glass and steel around his body...if a raven hadn't landed upon the wreckage, offering him a choice.
Miraculously, he survived the accident, and began to create more art than ever before. Since then, he has gained some popularity - under his moniker "Dream" - for his dark, surreal paintings and sculptures, moving into a better studio apartment and doing the occasional art show. The income has been enough that working at the library is more of a sideline, just something to keep stability between galleries.
But the question is...how much of his art now is because he wants to create these pieces, and how much is because he has no choice?
AU Personality Differences:
- Tortured - Having to create art in the service of the demon who saved his life has him ragged - not only are the nightmares terrible to have to revisit for long enough to depict them, but the sheer creative energy it requires rakes him over the coals. It doesn't matter if he's sick, if he's burnt out...he HAS to work. Or else.
- Awkward - Being glued to one's work doesn't make for the most social graces. While canon Morpheus isn't necessarily always the most pleasant, he does carry himself with poise - but this human Morpheus lacks that regality, and tends to spend a lot of time at his own gallery shows hiding in a dark corner nursing a glass of punch.
Element: Shadow Purchased Powers: General - 3 Points - Basic conversations with animals General - 3 Points - High Level Telepathy
Possession: Morpheus is possessed by the Goetic Demon Marquis Naberius, an entity with ties to the arts, and to reclaiming or destroying honor. The price of being with the power of this demon is that he must create a piece of art from the things he sees in his nightmares at least once every three days. This art must be up to Naberius's exacting standards, and at least three hours must be spent working each piece.
Morpheus | Sandman (Netflix) | Paranormal Modern AU
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Invited by: Usagi
Other Characters: N/A
Character Name: Morpheus, Dream of the Endless
Canon: Sandman (Netflix)
Canon History: https://sandman.fandom.com/wiki/Dream_(Netflix)
Canon Personality:
- Arrogant/Proud - Morpheus has the nasty habit of looking down upon the mortals he attends to the dreams of. He's learned to respect them more than he used to, but he still sees himself as their superior, as something greater and more important than they are.
- Aloof - Even among people he likes, he tends to have a hard time letting people in. It's easier to run something like the Dreaming if he holds a level of detachment...or so he thinks.
- Temperamental - Angering him is risky at best and dangerous at worse - for a man who tries to keep a cold guiding hand on the Dreaming, he is notorious for swift and often excessive retribution should he be crossed.
- Artistic - Every dream, every nightmare, every scene in the sleeping minds of mortals has been crafted by the Dream Lord's hand. He takes great pride in his work, sculpting from the fabric of unreality beautiful and terrible things.
- Serious - Sense of humor? What's that? Any laughs you get out of Dream are dry to say the least. He comes off often as dour and moody, so devoted to his work that he cannot see the forest for the trees.
- Strange - I mean...have you ever had a dream that made you wake up and wonder why you dreamt it at all? He did that. It made sense to him. He's not bound by human concepts of what is odd and what isn't.
AU Name: Morpheus "Dream" Dante
AU Birthday: October 21st
AU History:
Ever since Morpheus was a kid, he has been plagued by vivid dreams and even more vivid nightmares. It was clear from infancy that there was Something Not Quite Right about the extent to which the child seemed to recall the dreaming hours, but his parents elected not to make much of it unless it got dangerous somehow. After all, they were only dreams, and not even lucid ones at that.
When the dreams were good, it was fun for the little boy...but when they weren't? He got good at keeping himself awake from a young age. Developed a taste for strong black coffee.
He grew in a fair home, despite the strangeness of his night hours - sibling rivalries, too much daydreaming at school, a common enough story. As a teenager, he stopped telling people of his dreams, realizing how they made him sound. Art became his outlet where he had no other - a way to try and process the immense and strange things that would come to him in his sleep. And he was GOOD at it. Amazing how fast you can progress in a skill when you forfeit social interaction for the sake of it.
Soon enough, he was out of school and on his own, getting an apartment in midtown, a job as a library assistant, working towards the day he could be doing art professionally. He's always been aware that there are strange things in the world...after all, with the things he dreams of being as vivid as they are, how could he discount strange things glimpsed between distant bookshelves in the silence? (Besides - trying to find answers about his dreams in the dustier, more esoteric segments of the library was...enlightening.)
His art career was slow to start, his work being deemed often too esoteric to have a market. It proved hard, balancing work with art with how dreadfully difficult it often was for him to sleep properly. He found a little success selling some of his sculptures, but restlessness continued to sing through him. It wasn't enough. He needed to be doing more.
One night, during a serious bout of insomnia, he decided to try to take a drive to clear his head. While out, his lack of sleep caught up with him, and he dozed off behind the wheel. It would have been enough to kill him, the car a twisted cage of glass and steel around his body...if a raven hadn't landed upon the wreckage, offering him a choice.
Miraculously, he survived the accident, and began to create more art than ever before. Since then, he has gained some popularity - under his moniker "Dream" - for his dark, surreal paintings and sculptures, moving into a better studio apartment and doing the occasional art show. The income has been enough that working at the library is more of a sideline, just something to keep stability between galleries.
But the question is...how much of his art now is because he wants to create these pieces, and how much is because he has no choice?
AU Personality Differences:
- Tortured - Having to create art in the service of the demon who saved his life has him ragged - not only are the nightmares terrible to have to revisit for long enough to depict them, but the sheer creative energy it requires rakes him over the coals. It doesn't matter if he's sick, if he's burnt out...he HAS to work. Or else.
- Awkward - Being glued to one's work doesn't make for the most social graces. While canon Morpheus isn't necessarily always the most pleasant, he does carry himself with poise - but this human Morpheus lacks that regality, and tends to spend a lot of time at his own gallery shows hiding in a dark corner nursing a glass of punch.
Element: Shadow
Purchased Powers: General - 3 Points - Basic conversations with animals
General - 3 Points - High Level Telepathy
Possession: Morpheus is possessed by the Goetic Demon Marquis Naberius, an entity with ties to the arts, and to reclaiming or destroying honor. The price of being with the power of this demon is that he must create a piece of art from the things he sees in his nightmares at least once every three days. This art must be up to Naberius's exacting standards, and at least three hours must be spent working each piece.