By a route obscure and lonely,Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule -
From wild weird climes that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE - out of TIME.
Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the dews that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their long waters - lone and dead, -
Their still waters - still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.
By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead, -
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily, -
By the mountains - near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever, -
By the gray woods, - by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp, -
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls, -
By each spot the most unholy -
In each nook most melancholy, -
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past -
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by -
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth - and Heaven.
For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region -
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'Tis - oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not - dare not openly view it;
Never its memories are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.
- "Dream-land" by Edgar Allan Poe.
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Plot:
Up until twenty years ago, all human babies were born, well, human. But then something changed. Some babies, maybe one out of every hundred, were born with the qualities of an animal. The first recorded Blessed, as they became known as, had the whiskers, tail, ears, and voice of a mouse. Another Blessed, born soon after, had the beak, wings, and eyes of a hawk. Although they are known as the Blessed, they are seen as freaks in the eyes of the "normal" humans. A secret government black ops program was formed, all of its members known as Hunters. The job of the Hunters is to hunt down and eliminate each of the Blessed.
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Rules:
Be literate.
Listen to me.
No gary- or mary-sues.
You can only join as one of the Blessed or the Hunters. No "normal" humans.
Each Blessed can only have the qualities of a single animal.
Post Dreamland to show you read this.
Romance and violence are extremely encouraged, but keep it PG-13.
Gay bi les characters are allowed, and encouraged. ;D
No more than three characters per person. I get confused if it reaches more than that per person.
Rules are subject to change.
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Bio:
Name:
Gender:
Age (8-25):
Blessed or Hunter:
Looks:
S.O.:
Other:
Normal User
Normal User
Normal User
Normal User
Normal User