m<a class="postlink" href="https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc7/578571_303313766442358_599913137_n.jpg">https://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos- ... 3137_n.jpg</a>m<br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">Name: Unknown<br/>Alias: Nightmare<br/>Age: Approximately 22 years of age<br/>Gender: Unknown<br/>Race: Human<br/>Eye: Green-yellow<br/>Skin tone: Pale/Fair<br/><br/>Resides in: An old church with 18 others<br/>Group: Dominant Brutality<br/>Position: Leader<br/><br/>Religious: Many think so<br/><br/>Commonly Used Item: Journal &amp; Handgun<br/>Gear: Cheshire Grin Mask, hooded long coat, boots, clawed gauntlets<br/>Gear color: Black ranging to navy blue<br/>Habit: tends to be seen eating red velvet cake and drinking lots and lots of soda<br/>Hobby: strategy games, reading books, coding/programming<br/><br/>Personality: Strange, uses a voice changer to make it sound hissing-like and undefined gender. Helpful, and never seen in the day time. No one knows who this person is and it doesn't want anyone to now. Seriously secretive, eats tons of snacks but some how stays thin. It as well loves to joke around.</span><br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The Plot: The world we were born in was corrupted after a war plagued the lands. No one could stand up to the two governments that took over the world. One took the south at a border the other took the north. Both powers were rough on the people and made strict ruling of the lands, no one could stand the corruption of the government. Two groups slowly began to emerge; one bent on taking over the world, the other bent on saving it. The good group lay in hiding, their leader had gone missing till a new one rose up. Disguised as something from a dream the leader slowly is rebuilding a once formidable group into a living terror against Oppression and Death. The world its modern and filled with grief and greed.<br/><br/><br/>Crackling and popping of fire sounded as a homeless man walked to a group of others. He sat down trying to get warm as a cloaked figure stumbled over and crawled closer to the man who just arrived. It was much shorter than him and curled up by him whispering. Who it was, seemed to be crying. The figure covered its face and held on to the man. The others looked to them and seemed curious, "What is wrong?"asked an old woman, "The child, lost its family."<br/>"It's?" she asked. The man pulled the hood down to show the child's face was deformed, and it was disfigured, "It has no gender thanks to the men of the Oppression. The child was burned and beaten as a debt punishment of its family's money over due." the man covered the child up and held it close.<br/><br/>Twelve years passed that day and no one remembered the child but save for a person who worked as a writer for a slow working paper. A covering of dark red gauze covered its face, wore baggy clothes and kept in the dark. Forever given the ark trial of burden. No one was good to it save for the elderly folk it lived with in the basement of an old house. One night while working the figure was heading home, looking for a way to pay for a better place when it saw a church. Walking to the church it sighed and went inside. Its bandaged hands gripped the handle and pressed it down and went inside. The strange eyes looked around as it saw how damaged it was. Today it turned 18, this new find made it happy, no one in Oppression came here because of sacred grounds.<br/><br/>Looking around the figure saw a clear spot and went to it, kneeling it began to pray. Pray that one day this mess would end. Closing its eyes it bowed its head and tears fell as its voice cracked and creaked from damage. The memory of its family made it hurt and feel so alone. Looking over it saw something. An old robe. Getting up it touched it, gripped it, took it up and was surprised at how dark and strange it felt. A flash of something went through its mind, wide eyed it stood and removed its sweater. Its body was heavily and tightly wrapped in gauze, it put the robe on and pulled the hood on. It made a wheezed sound and went around dancing, this coat was nice and was somehow untouched by age. With a smile the figure ran about and soon was exploring. As it explored the figure saw something, artifacts from different ages. Gathering some different things it too, taking them and finding a crate it stuffed them all into it and took off. Over the next few weeks the figure continued its job but, but it was also working on something. Going away the figure lived in the church.<br/><br/>Gripping onto the handle the figure went inside wearing the hooded coat and blinked at seeing something new, rushing over it saw a box. Rushing over it saw a mask in the box, listing it up a strange flash went into the being's mind. Smiling it knelt down and hugged it reading the note. It was from the leader of some group, asking for the figure to take its place. Crying to feel a hand touch it's shoulder it looked up to see an old man, "You would do much better than this old man. Take that mask, and I'll train you into a force that no one will want to bide with. You will continue where I failed." it smiled and stood, hugging him. Crying tears that hadn't fallen in a long time. Being trained the figure took up the name the mask gave to itself "Nightmare" it went about trying to find others.<br/><br/>Oppression was hard to run around but having seen the defilement, Nightmare knew what to do. Though Nightmare developed a sense of humor that kept the government at bay. However, one day the old man was taken prisoner, never seen again. Nightmare was hurt, it lost its mentor. With a howl the being vowed to protect and one day... end tyranny.Though no one ever saw the bandaged begin ever again, they say the figure walks in the shadows of the old buildings, gathering info but also spending time with the orphans giving them a better life.