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"Daddy?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"At night, do they come for you?"

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Emma Jacobs was your average 20 year old girl. She, like many others had nightmares as a child. However, these nightmares were odd, it was as if the monsters were real. She would wake up with bruises, cuts which resulted her being taken away from her family, as they were accused with beating her. However, after a year of torment, the nightmares stopped.





Or did they?

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Plot

A young girl named Emma was a vicitim of brutal nightmares. Creatures tormenting her, these nightmares never stopped. However after a year they went away. Or it simply seemed that way. After 17 years, it's time for the creatures of the dark to attack. They are vowed to kill anyone who attempts to stop them from destroying the targeted people which they tormented many years ago. Now Emma and many others are at risk of being destroyed by this creatures. How will they be stopped? Only night will tell...

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From the creator of 'Fallen Angels' comes another exciting RP...Nightmare.

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Form

Name:
Age:
Age when nightmares started (Must be at least 5 or older):
Age when nightmares ended:
Appearance:
Personality (Optional):

Name: Kisa Chance
Age: 14
Age when nightmares started (Must be at least 5 or older): 7
Age when nightmares ended: 8 (That's right, isn't it?)
Appearance: Sandy-blonde hair, stormy grey eyes, and tan skin. She wears a sand yellow t-shirt and jeans
Personality (Optional): She has a very strong leader-like personality, however she is not bossy. She is very thoughtful.
Other: At the age of seven, her parents were killed in a fire. Soon afterward, she started having the nightmares. She and her younger sister, Ember, were left in the care of a family friend. She, however, was the one that mostly took care of her sister.

Name: Ember Chance
Age: 13
Age when nightmares started (Must be at least 5 or older): 6
Age when nightmares ended: 7
Appearance: Black hair with red streaks. Dark blue eyes that seem to be black, and sometimes you think you see red specks in them. Tan skin. She wears a Red Shirt, occasionally with a picture of a flame on it, and black jeans.
Personality (Optional): She has a very fiery temper, which flares up quickly. The only person that can keep her under control is her older sister.
Other: At the age of six, her parents died in a fire. Soon afterward, in fact the same night as her older sister, she started having the nightmares. They were left in the care of a family friend, but Kisa was the one that mainly took care of her. Even though her parents died in a fire, she is an avid pyromaniac.

Name: Saruri

Age: 17

Age when nightmares started: 10

Age when nightmares ended: 11

Appearance: Long, silky raven-black hair all the way down to her elbows, tied back in a ponytail. Her light blue eyes are startlingly bright. She is very tall, with a slim but strong figure. Her chin is slightly sharp, giving her a rather determined look.

Personality: A stubborn, conceited girl who loves to critisize others. She is usually in a touchy mood, with no time to help other people. To Saruri, she and she only was the centre of the world, the most important creature in the universe. She craves for attention and considers others of completely no importance.

Name: Caesar Montague
Age: 22
Age when nightmares started: 13
Age when nightmares ended: 14
Appearance: Quite tall, and raggedly shawn with blonde hair. Recently getting over a bout of acme, his skin his tinted red. His face was very emotional, and emphatic, if he wanted to show an emotion, it would very clear from his face. He was tall, but well built. His legs were strong, and always well covered, never wearing shorts even on the warmest of days.
Personality (Optional): He is quite shy when meeting new people, however, as he associates with them and gets to know people properly, he is more blunt, and isn't afraid to show his opinion. Caesar keep calm most of the time, and it takes a lot to get him angry, but when he does, his tempers flare up, and he rarely backs down, and may even verge on violent.

Name: Cleric Lernon (Or Father Lernon)
Age: 26
Age when nightmares started (Must be at least 5 or older): 9
Age when nightmares ended: Never
Appearance: A tall bald black dude. Well built and handsome. Normally wears monk robes but occasionally changes.
Personality (Optional): Kind and noble. He is always ready to help those in need and stands firm in his beliefs.
Other: When he started having the nightmares, Cleric's parents tried everything to stop them, but nothing worked. Finally they took him to a church where the priest told them of a monestary that had dealt with this sort of thing before. Seeking to bring a permenant end to the attacks, Cleric's parents gave him to the monestary where he brought up as a monk. While the nightmares never ceased the beings that come for him have not harmed him since, almost as if they feared the new power that resided within him. He now seeks to find the source of the dreams and put an end to their evil, once and for all.

Emma walked down a beautiful garden pathway, ahead of her was a water fountain with a statue of Cupid in the center of it, egniting water. She looked around her, she could see many cherry blossom trees growing about, they gave a sense of beauty to the garden, adding more to it. Emma smiled, she loved nature, she loved everything about it, it gave her a calm feeling. She felt, protected.

"Emma! Emma!" yelled a high voice from behind her.

Emma spun around instantly and smiled when she her friend Victoria running behind her. Victoria was Emma's best friend since she was born, she helped her get through being taken away from her family and most importantly her horrible nightmares. Victoria stuck by Emma's side no matter what, she was glad to have such a caring friend as her.

"Hi Victoria!" she yelled as she ran happily towards her.

"Guess what!? You can go back and live with your parents again!" she yelled as she ran even faster, dodging an oncoming cyclist.

"What?" Emma asked as she stopped running.

'Did she just say go back and live with your parents? That can't be right! They died, a year ago, how can I go back and live with them?' she thought to herself.

"What are you talking about..." but she was cut off by a trolley cart making it's way into town.

When it cleared, Victoria was not in sight. Emma jogged up to where she saw Victoria. She glanced all around her, however there was no sign of Victoria.

Emma, oh Emma dear. Come here. Turn around.

'What was that voice? Who said that?' she said.

Obiding by the command, she willfully turned around only to be faced with a women. It was Victoria, however she was pale and seemed to be drained of energy or something of the sort.

"Victoria?" she asked reaching her hand to Victoria's cheek.

Victoria instantly opened her mouth, revealing fang like teeth and sunk them into Emma's neck.

"No!!!" Emma yelled as her vision instantly turned black...

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"NO!!!" Emma yelled as she got up in a cold sweat.

Emma peered around her college dorm room. She glanced around, checking for something however she did not know what she was searching for.

"It was just a dream, just a simple dream..."

Slowly the sights in front of him became even more vivd, as the red liquid on the wall slowly dripped onto the floor. Caesar lifted his foot, but slowly placed it down, realizing there was nowhere to go, nowhere to escape from this nightmare. His feet, slowly squelching against the blood, littering the floor and the walls when he firmly placed it on the ground.

Looking up and down the corridor, he realized that there was no exit. The door at the eastern side of the corridor had sun shining through a blood-stained door, providing this room with an eerie red light, had no doors just a solid window. The otherside of the corridor, again, just consisted of a window. Caesar knew this corridor well, he had spent every night in it when he was thirteen, and the night when these horrid nightmares stopped was a relief, especially because of the bizarre injuries that he occurred, as though the dreams were real.

Alowly, Caesar walked to the western side of the corridor, to avoid the blood staining his blue jeans, that trapsed along the floor behind him. As he slowly made his way, pushing himself against the wall, he heard a scream. A strange woman, just appeared in front of the woman at the end of the corridor. Though she was perfectly beautiful on one side of her face, the other side was broken, deformed. The cracked skull revealed her brain, and a fine thread held her eyeball to her body, dangling just beneath her neck. A fragment of a mouth remained underneath the shattered bones. As she walked towards the wall where the man was trapped a constant dripping of blood made the liquid on the floor ripple.

The woman finally drew near, and now tat she was just feet away from Caesar, he could see her more clearly. The one side of her face was beautiful, perfect, almost angelic, whereas the other side of her face was the complete opposite. Black marks flew through her brain, gathering in the centre under a massive glow, growing as she took small shuffles towards her vulnerable victim, trapped against the wall. Her skin, rather curiously, Caesar thought, was flawless on her beautiful side, however, blood soaked on the more, well, evil side. Her mouth let out a sinister smile, as her skinless arms raised up above the victim, lying down upon the ground, arms raised to defend him.

Slowly, Caesar felt a sudden blow, and a streak of pain across his neck. Anxiously, he opened his eyes, expecting to see the demented woman, shrieking in front of him, as she had done all but nine years ago, however, his crying eyes awoke to a more gentle scene, the sight of the countryside out of his opening windows, and his bedroom. He let out a weary sight, it must a bad memory, he told himself. Tiredly, he stumbled across to the mirror, trying to find a razor. He suddenly realized the terror he was in. Stroking his hands along his neck, to make sure it was real, he saw an open wound, spewing blood, exactly where the woman had hit him.

The dreams began again.

Kisa gasped in horror as she first saw the fire. She dropped her bag in fright.

"Mommy!" she screamed. She heard another scream in reply. "Ember! Daddy!" Others were gathering around her. One of them called out to her as Kisa started to run into the burning house.

Inside, she coughed, jumping back as a peice of wood fell before her. A spark landed on her face and arms, despite her antics. Once again she heard the scream. "Ember! Where are you?"

"Kisa! Help me!" Ember called. Kisa nodded to herself. Ember was in her room.

In her sister's room, Kisa neared. "Ember! We've got to leave, please! We can't stay here... you go out and I'll look for mommy and daddy."

Ember turned, and Kisa backed away, frightened. Her sister grinned, and her teeth glinted. These aren't Ember's teeth... why are they all pointy like that? Kisa thought. Then Ember held up a knife. "No, Kisa... I think not." Ember lifted the knife, and thrust it at Kisa. She backed up another step, as it her her squarely in the chest...

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Kisa woke up, gasping. She was still hot from the fire... no. The fire had been along time ago. Unless... She stood up, and went to the bathroom. She turned on the light, and closed her eyes until she was used to the brightness. Then she looked in the mirror.

"No... it can't be..." she whispered, reaching up to lightly touch the burn marks. Then she flinched once more, as the pain came to her chest. Now it was confirmed. The nightmares were back, and with full force.

Cleric lifted his bag from the plie of baggage and walked out of the airport. According to Brother Sanderson, this was the city where the nightmares were strongest. The few select individuals would not be easy to find, but find them he must. Hailing a cab, Cleric looked around. This city was big, but if he could find these people, maybe he could learn something from them, something that would bring him one step closer to ending the nightmares. The cab pulled up and he got in.

(What is this place called btw?)

[OOC: This RP is set in a fictional city called 'Northshore' in Alabama. Also, feel free to add information about the Nightmares considering your character seems to know the most about them.]

Saruri walked through the woods with her hands in her pockets, her weary feet making a crunching sound on the ground every time they took a step. Suddenly, she halted. The night was deathly silent. The glowing disc that was the moon hovered above her. Saruri sensed something odd. There was no temperature. A hand ran down the other arm. Her body was neither warm nor cold, nor anything in the middle.

There's something wrong with me.

Saruri thought about that. She had been fine yesterday, and the day before. In fact, she didn't remember not being fine at all. That didn't explain why she didn't have a body temperature.

Maybe...

Just maybe...

I'm...

already...

dead!

Dead. Saruri was a ghost. No temperature, no pulse, no heartbeat. But she didn't remember dying.

Was I murdered in my sleep?

That seemed the most logical. And yet something stirred in her mind at the mention of sleep. What? It was at the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't seem to be able to grasp and say it.

An odd noise caught the attention of the girl. She turned around. Nothing. She turned back, a feeling of dread creeping slowly into her heart, and saw a dark shape drawing nearer. Saruri squinted. It was a man. But there was something odd about him. It seemed to cost him every bit of effort to come near her.

'Help me...' he rasped. Saruri automatically stepped back. The man drew closer. His eyes seemed to be changing colour, but it was hard to see in the pale moonlight. And his skin was changing, too. To a brownish colour. In fact...

Fur! Fur was sprouting from the man's face, arms, legs. A tail was beginning to grow from his tailbone. His hands were changing shape. Nails extended into claws. From what Saruri could read from the contorted expression, all this was the utmost agony. He tried to talk again, but sharp, white teeth grew from his mouth and a snarl came out. His human ears melted away while pointed ones burst at the top of his head. Saruri realized then what he was.

Werewolf! Her mind panicking, Saruri, turned and tripped. Scrambling madly, she picked herself up and began to run. Behind her, she could hear the wolf coming after her, snarling. Andrenaline flooded Saruri, and she forced herself to run faster. But she couldn't outrun a werewolf.

She felt needle-sharp claws ripping across her back, and she cried out in pain. She fell to her knees and turned around, her back stinging. Saliva dripped from the werewolf's chin as its eyes shone with a maniacal gleam...




Saruri woke up, drenched in cold sweat as she gasped for breath. She stared at the ceiling of her bedroom. A dream. It had been a dream. She recalled it, every detail burning clearly in her mind. She sat up, and pain shot down her back. She winced, her arms trembling as they held her up.

Mirrors surrounded Ember, and at first she thought she was in a fun house. She looked around, laughing sometimes, at the images they produced. Until they started changing.

First there were recognisable things, such as a man in a suit, and a kitten. Then, slowly, they changed, becoming frightful things. Ember knew what would happen next.

She backed up slightly, her face growing from happy to frightened. Then it happened.

The images were now coming from the mirrors, and marching towards her slowly. She tried to back up, but as the mirrors were all around her, she just backed into them. They clawed at her face and arms, and she screamed...

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Ember woke up, still screaming. She immediately quieted herself, and listened. She heard the water in the bathroom being turned on, and she stood, hoping it was Kisa.

Sure enough it was. Kisa was turned in such away that Ember couldn't see her face.

"Kisa. The nightmares are back." Ember said, mad at her shaking voice.

"I know, Ember." Kisa said, turning around. "I have them too."

Emma woke silenty, quickly shutting off the buzzing alarm clock which seemed to ring through the dorms. She got up and instantly felt a pain on the left side of her neck.

'Ow. My neck hurts a lot,' she thought to herself as she massaged the area which the pain poked at.

Slowly she trailed her left hand around the neck until she came across two small bumps. She softly touched one of them egniting a small seige of pain through her body.

'Ow! Did I do something yesterday?' she thought to herself as she lept out of bed and walked silently towards the washroom.

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As Emma walked into the washroom she titled her neck and saw two deep holes deep into her skin. She raised an eyebrow at the unusual holes. Why were they there? Did some sort of mosquito bite her? Suddenly Emma's heart leapt as she thought of her dream she had suffered last night.

"Oh my word," she said as she slowly brought her hands to her mouth, ceasing herself from screaming, "They're back,"

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[OOC: Everyone, if you are living on Campus in University or you're in any sort of school, they will be ending this week. University will be today and elementary-high school tomorrow.]

Caesar slowly shufffled out of his tatty bocer shorts, a pair of makeshift pajamas, and roughly pulled on a pair of pants, jeans and a top. Reaching over for his belt, he felt the slashing pain again in his neck, and realized he had better patch it up, before he stains his white shirt. He shuffled over to the bathroom, where he kept a first aid kit, and pulled out a bandage, and gently applied it to the next. He could see a doctor later on that day if it started playing up.

He combed his hair, but, pointlessly shook his head to loosed the hair again afterwards, giving him his 'calmed mess' style that everyone made fun of him for. As he headed for the door, he sighed. His childhood had been plauged with this woman, and many other monsterous sights, and his school work suffered for it, as some nights, he often stayed awake to avoid the physical torment of the dreams. He knew their return was probably significant, but all he could do was wait until tonight, perhaps it was a one off.

Shrugging of the heavy thoughts, Caesar headed towards his last lecture of the year, hoping to meet his friends so that he could chat before he started to listen to the monotonous tone of his professor, to get thoughts of his latest nightmare off his mind.