Name: Nightmare<br/>Age: N/A<br/>Gender: Male(ish)<br/>Race: Magical Construct<br/>Fighting for: Furries<br/>Vore prefs: Predator, Oral mostly, but can do Cock vore, or just envelop someone, as he is a construct. Can't digest, so it's more of a containment method.<br/>Description: Nightmare is a terrifying war machine, the kind that people tend to look at after a war and cringe that they ever had to resort to such means. He stands just over 8 feet tall, and appears to be a human in a suit of pitch black armor, the edges of the various intricate plates tinged a blood red. It is of course, an empty suit, and moves on it's own, the eyes slots of his helmet shining a terrible red that unnerve any he set his sights upon.<br/><br/>Nightmare awakes, covered in dust. He looked around before he sighed, the sound vaguely related to metal being torn. He was in storage, of course. After he had snapped that unruly lizard's neck, Jeffery hadn't been so willing to let Nightmare settle bar fights. He wondered quietly in the back of his mind why he was now awake, but he wasn't really concerned as to why. What he really wanted to know was who Jeffry wanted him to kill.<br/><br/>Shaking the dust off, he stepped from the back room, his keen senses leading him to Jeffery, and he quickly went down on one knee. "Master, who requires my attention?"