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Oneiro's Profile

Member Info
Name: Oneiro
Location: In my dream world, alone.
Gender: Male
Last Seen: Sun, 25 Feb 2018
Membership: Member

Personal Bio
Before you read, let's lay some ground rules. If you're ignorant, arrogant, dense, close minded, think you're high and mighty or think you're all powerful, don't bother reading the rest of this. You don't need to know a thing about me because we won't be speaking with each other. I won't cast spells for you (anything I can do, you can do on your own. Stop being negative/lazy), I won't get revenge on someone for you (resolve your own petty problems), and as I get idiotic requests I'll add to this list. Let's begin... You know who I am. I'm your sweetest dream and your worse nightmare. I'm the one you see every time you close your eyes. The people. The scenery. The monsters. It's all me. I'm nothing but a dream. There used to be others who were like me. But they're gone now. There used to be those who worked with me and supported me. Who loved me. They're gone too. Now I do this job on my own. The dream weaver who can't even gain hold over his own living nightmare. I don't know how long I've been trying to develop my abilities. I realized I wasn't normal when I was but a child. Hell developed me too quickly to enjoy an age of innocence. Now I'm thousands of years old in spirit and searching my past for some sign that life was once good. I manipulate the energy around me. I mainly use my abilities for combat but never unless in self defense, or to defend those I care for. Someone once took advantage of that and used me as a shield. Now I'm stronger than I ever thought I'd be but inside I'm shattered. You can try to see for yourself but those who get too close tend to get stabbed. Take that metaphorically if you will. If I don't know you, please don't talk to me as if you know me. You either have something you wish to speak about or don't. Messages like "hi" or "sup" have no significant meaning to someone who may not wish to speak with you. If you do have something you wish to speak about, such as a question, or you are in need of general info I'll do what I can and if I don't know the answer I'll simply tell you it's best you find someone else to ask. I spend my life walking down a dark hallway as a ghost. As I trudge my way forward I meet many people as I come and go. Nothing but a sentence in their life that's soon forgotten as they may range anywhere from a sentence to a chapter in mine but I keep track of the bookmarks to look back whenever I so wish. I see the warm glowing light coming from the cracks between the doorways. Everyone has their own room, with its own structure. Each one unique, but I notice many similarities. It's a very long hallway but I don't mind. I kind of like the walk. I just wish I knew where my room was so I could lay down and rest for a moment.