Felix Salvador

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name:

Böse Träumer in German

شريرحالم In Arabic

Wicked Dreamer in English

Jaakuna dorīmā in Japanese

sealed form: An old Leather bound book

description: The mind is home to both nightmares and sweet dreams, and Böse Träumer represents both these aspects. She take's the form of a succubus with a few changes. Her wings are like that of a raven not a bat, and her eyes dont glow red. She has a rather busty hourglass figure and what little clothing she wears seems to be made of a smoky energy as often as not. Böse Träumer can dissipate her physical form and with it her own and Felix's spiritual across a large area nearing 3 miles in all directions. This allows him to tap into the latent spiritual energy of the area in question and use it how he sees fit(Theres only so much energy a body can handle at any given time, if he uses more energy then his body contains he suffers severe lash backs as his body starts to degrade from over exertion) , this can range from making energy attacks akin to cero to forming defensive barriers and walls, as for right now the basic offensive ability is to use the energy with in 50 yards to make solid energy forms such as hands, swords, and hammers to act as offensive and defensive tools. (Kinda like the green lantern) He can only create and change their appearance twice per post and the number of energy forms he can create is limited by the energy available so as a rule he can only create four at any given time.

Dolls Personality:

Flirty: Dreamer is....What one would call promiscuous. She is constantly trying to get into someones or somethings pants no matter the situation.

Vengeful: There is no greater enemy then a woman scorned, and Dreamer exemplifies this trait. If she feels that her self or her partner have been in any slighted, her vengeance and anger will know no bounds.

Wicked: There is no other word for it, Wicked Dreamer is in fact wicked!! Go figure right? If your her enemy she will figure out the most painful way to eliminate you with no compassion and no mercy. Also she happens to like BDSM and will indulge in some rather wicked kinks.

Motherly: Now if your not on her shit list, she is in fact a rather caring individual who would nurse you back to health...Sexy nurse for dah win!!

type: Unclassified Kido
techniques:

For: Doll
Name: My will, Manifest
Type: Offensive
Cost: Low to incredibly taxing
Range: short to Mid range.
Description: Felix forms the ambient spirit energy that flows through the world into constructs ranging from walls to hand and buzz saws that he can attack with. There can be no more then four of such energy forms made at any one time. All melee based energy forms are red in color.

For: Doll
Name: My will, Channeled
Type: Offense
Cost: Mildly to incredibly taxing
Range: Mid to Long range
Description: Felix collects the ambient spirit energy about him and creates focuses energy beams of different sizes, these beams similar to cero in effect . He can shoot no more then two at any given time. All ranged attack energy forms are silver in color. After two shots are fired the cool down is activated. 2 post cool down.

For: Doll
Name: My will, Preserved
Type: Defensive
Cost: Low to incredibly taxing
Range: short to mid
Description: Felix condenses the spirit energy about him into defensive walls and barriers of varying strengths that can protect him from various forms of attack. The stronger the attack the more energy needed to block it, with some being completely unblockable(Those from beings whos powers are far greater then his I.E PC's who have 20 or more stat points then him.) All defensive energy forms are blue in color.

For: Doll
Name: My will, Overflowing
Type: Passive/Healing
Cost: N/A to Somewhat taxing
Range: Mid range
Description: By not using any of his offensive or defensive techniques he can allow him self to absorb the ambient energy around him, restoring his own reserves. To completely restore him self he needs to take no overt action for 3 posts or 33% of his total energy every post after the initial post he started this technique(For a total of 4 posts needed). This does not heal any wounds he may or may not have suffered as a result of battle. Can not be used more then once a thread.

The birth of a dreamer: The child

Ever story has a beginning, every legend has a start, and every myth has a kernel of truth in it, and this story is no different. In fact it starts more humbly then most, he was born in a small village in a much larger nation, this village was located off a small branch of a much mightier river.Everything about his home, his birth place,his family was insignificant. But hero's are born in the most unlikely of places, to the most unlikely of parents and in the most unfortunate of circumstances. So on one starry and pain filled summer night a dreamer was born, a dreamer that would lead a nation and give rise to an empire. His given name was Abdel Hakim, but you know him as Felix Salvador the lord of dreams.

His life was a simple affair to start, full of everyday choirs and tasks that never varied from day to day. He like all boys of his era learned the trade his fathers trade, just as his father had learned it from his father and so on and so forth tell time out of mind. So it was for the first fifteen years of his life, he learned to till the fields and harvest the crops, he learned to birth and raise the animals that his village depended on, but most of all he learned humility and that trait has stuck with him even all these years later. He loved his life, yet even then he was looking to the future, wishing to know what would come, craving something he could not describe would not describe. Because what he was craving was an escape from reality as he knew it and that was a sin he could barely comprehend.

The First Dream: The Student

That future he wanted, had dreamed of the entirety of his life came on one hot spring day seventeen years after his birth. It was a normal day by all accounts, so normal in fact that to this day Felix cant tell you what day of the week it was, or what month it was for that matter but it sticks out all the same....It was the day that the first and most important of his teachers moved to his out of the way village. He would ask this man many a time what made him decide to come to his small part of the world, and he would always say the same thing, with a slight smile and a twinkle in his eye " I just had a feeling and i always fallow my feelings my boy."

The man that would become his teacher....Was reclusive at first, secretive and more then a little eccentric, but that didn't last long, with in a fortnight(Two weeks) he was a common sight at the market, selling and giving away medicines, advice, helping birth children and animals. He was a wise man whos talents seemed unlimited and soon he did something that no one thought was possible....He began to teach people to read. In the modern age we take reading and writing for granted, but back when Abdel(Felix) was young only the rich and noble people of his land knew the mystery's of the written word. So it was a dream come to for young Abdel, a dream he did not know he had but a dream none the less. Over the next two years he devoured lesson after lesson, solved after problem and still craved more.

It was during this time of his life that he developed his love for learning and literature that stuck with him threw out the many years to come. It was this passion and drive to learn that lead him on the next step of his journey. A journey that lasts for the rest of his human life and beyond, because the the quest for knowledge never really ends as long as your alive and have the will to pursue the unknown. So one spring morning after his twentieth naming day he left his village. He planned on returning one day, to see his family and friends again, sadly even the best laid plans have a way of changing and he never returned home. If he could have seen the future maybe, just maybe he wouldn't have been so eager to kiss his mother and father good bye.

The Second Dream: The traveler

The next ten years of his life where both a nightmare and a dream come true for Felix. He traveled the known world in search of knowledge, went from city to city, region to region and lived off his own wits and the charity of perfect strangers. It was a time of adventure and self discovery for the young boy who swiftly became a man as the riggers of his daily life stripped away and illusions he may have had about how the world worked. Life and the world in general was a harsh teacher but Felix learned his lessons fast, if he hadn't he would no longer be counted among the living.

The First Nightmare: Taken.

On one rather miserable night Felix sat huddled for warmth in a cave just outside of what is now Pakistan. It was on this night that he was taken, to where he does not remember, all he knows is that it was a dark place filled with the screaming of men and women, screams that where filled with fear and pain and nothing he did could keep them from his mind. Soon enough it was his turn to scream, to beg for mercy as unspeakable things where done to his body. He expected to die like all the ones that came before him, but something happened, something his tormentors had hoped for and dreamed of....They had created the first of many spirit vampires....So in a vary real way Felix is the father of his race.

The Third Dream: Escape

He didn't know how long he remained in that hell because every second was a torment to the newly created Bountou. Eventually though his pain and fear turned to anger, and that anger turned to conviction and strength, and with this conviction came a plan...A plan to escape this hell with all the prisoners that came after him. But first he needed power, the demons that tortured them carried swords of magic and could use the most evil of sorcery.

How could he a man hope to over power a demon that could call lightning from the sky? A man couldn't.....But was he a man a anymore? He no longer felt hungry...he no longer felt the need to drink, and his mind was filled with images he had never seen before. What was he? What was he capable of doing? What magcs had the demons put into his body? As if in answer a voice came to him as if in a dream, from the most inner parts of his soul...A voice that told him a ritual, a ritual that would give him the power to escape, give him the power to fight the demons and free the people who where here with him.

All he needed was a body....A human body to give rise to his power, and sadly there where more then enough of those to be found in his cell....Left there to rot. Guided by this inner voice he worked a ritual that all bountou since have worked and summoned his demons into physical form and with its help, he killed his captures and escaped with his people, escapped into a world he knew and loved...Into a world he no longer knew. He had spent thirteen years in that prison and in that time the world had changed.

The Fourth Dream: Father to a People.

Since that time Felix has lead the Bountou people on and off, anytime he felt that he was needed or wanted. Though out the ages he has guided his people, protected them, and taught them everything he knows about their new found power and its risks. He was the first, and he has a responsibility to those who where brought into being because of him. He continues to protect his dying people even to this day and for the first time in century's hes made his presence known, he is the first of the Bountou and father to his people.

Daddys home, and its time to clean house.
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Silence, remaining perfectly still. It was a skill often practiced by Qin. Often, when he found him self among people he did not know he found that playing mute had more then its fair share of advantages. It allowed him to observe those he would soon interact with, to get to know them, if only in a superficial way. And so it was, as he drove with two men that also held some claim to power, he remained passive, silent, gazing out the window yet absorbing all that he could understand which was little considering his grasp of this nations common language was limited at best. Still, he grasped some sort of friendship between the two who sat with him, but yet again that brought with it no understanding. No real detail as to what was going on. But in the end did it really matter? He was here, in an allied nation as something of a guest, yet he would break guest rights in order to farther the goals he had set him self. Had he fallen so far then? the emperor could remember a time when breaking his honor would have been nothing short of unthinkable, yet after he had assumed the throne, he found that he was more then willing to do the unthinkable. It was odd.

A ruler was supposed to be held by tradition, by honor, he should be able to lead a nation by example. He was a role model to be looked up to. But the truth of the matter was far from that fantasy. Often a leader was required to do things that no righteous man would consider, as was the current case. But it was long past the point of no return. He looked from the window back at the two men that sat with him. Both where dressed in such a way that one knew they held power and position. Next to them, Qin felt plain. Unremarkable in his plain if well made coat, shirt and slacks the man was thoroughly out dressed. Oddly that put him some what at ease, people, even those who knew better, often over looked and misjudged the unremarkable... And Xing and by extension him self had always been a nation in the back ground of things. A nation rarely thought of, or worried about. Sadly there where reasons for this, reasons soon to be rectified.

Eventually the ride ended and he found him self fallowing behind the other to men to a festival he would rather not be a part of, but was forced to due to circumstances beyond his control. “It really is an honor to have you here, Emperor. I hope you will enjoy our festival.” He bowed his head in acknowledgment , his oddly blue eyes keeping contact with that of the Chancellor. "With any luck i will Chancellor, thank you." Qins voice remained low as he spoke not wanting it to have any effect on the men and women around him, his hair falling back in front of his bad eye as he raised his head, the impassive look on his face not changing even as he spoke.

"I know something yoooooou don't~ You three took your time! Qin, we never met in person, I'm afraid." A woman, who he knew by sight alone was upon him in an instant, her arms wrapping about him in a hug that was best reserved for close family and friends, but even they would not go so far as to reach into his pockets in a most uncouth manner. His eyes fall on the woman, a slight frown finding its way onto his other wise expressionless face. She repeats the gesture with each of the other men in turn, and as this gos on his frown only deepens... This was the queen of Creta?

”Late as usual, I see,” He turns slightly to see the new arrival, who was yet again dressed better then he. If this kept up he may have found him self feeling under dressed.

”I'm the queen, queen's arrive when they are needed. Late is a silly concept, along with early.”

Qins eye twitched. This was the queen of Creta? A spoiled child with an over inflated sense of self? No, he was not impressed. No impressed in the least.

“Lord Dietrich von Vermont, Prime Minister of Creta, I'm afraid I've been indisposed for the past few months, but it's good to finally meet you. I'm sure-”

”So, Dietrich; when Alena kissed you, did you both do tongues?"

”As I was saying, I'm sure we'll be working together in the future.”

Try as he might, the emperor had a hard time keeping his rising anger masked. this supposed queen was nothing but a girl, yet she had to audacity to flaunt her position. It was... Annoying. Ignoring the words Rachel had spoken he turned his attention to Dietrich. "Prime Minster, if i was to judge you and your nation on the actions of your queen you would be found sadly lacking. I hope this does not turn out to be the case." Even as he says that though he grips the other mans hand before giving a slight bow. " I am Qin Shi Xun Emperor of Xing and head of the Xun clan." The look he currently held in his eyes was far from friendly, though it held no overt violence ether. " I hope for your sake I find you more to my liking."

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Statistics
Class/level:
HAN: 13
REI: 18
HAK: 10
SEI: 18
BUK: 10
HOH: 14
Points Earned: 0
Total points: 83

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