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Enforcer

"I've got a bone to pick with all these skeletons in closets."

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a character in “Scattered Dreams, Fragmented Unreality”, originally authored by Kilgannon, as played by RolePlayGateway

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ImageName: [---Voided---]

Inner Self's Name: The Enforcer

Type of Dreamer: [---Voided---]

Age: Appears to be in his early twenties

Gender: Male

Appearance: Although appearing quite small in stature, The Enforcer has a way that he carries himself that makes him come across as a figure that is important. His stride demands respect, as does his posture when standing still or sitting. Atop his head sits a pile of unkempt blonde hair that is short in length, with tresses falling into his face and along the sides and back of his neck. His eyes are a result of a genetic defect known as heterochromia, with the left eye being a light blue in hue and the right eye being a darker red in hue and containing a five-pointed star shaped pupil. His expressions tend to remain either coy or smug in nature, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes. The frame of his face is slightly feminine in nature, with a smooth jaw line and a partially angular chin. He has a small rounded nose and pale, full lips. His usual attire consists of a formal suit, tie and all. Although it more often than not appears to be in tatters.

Theme Song: The Exception To Everything

Current Relations: [---Voided---]

Personality: The Enforcer is naturally authoritative, magisterial in his tone and domineering in his body language. He is very serious about upholding the rules of Entity, and usually does so without question. He is, however, rather humbled about his position and will attempt to act modest when his 'job, so to speak, is brought up. He can, however, be playful with people. Like a cat playing with a mouse before it eats it, Enforcer is often humored by those he pursues and will more often than not choose to let them go just so he can chase them down again if they prove capable enough. It's not like he's entirely disregarding his duties, he just likes the thrill of the chase and will eventually terminate or force the people he's chasing into dream state when he's had his full extent of fun with them.













ImageAbilities:

The Enforcer's Soul Sphere contains three separate pulses, all of which derive from the affinity of fire. Being the second strongest Guardian (his power almost paralleled to the strongest) his Pulses require a near minimal amount of effort and mana, despite their apparent strength. Prolonged usage is something he can handle, but is generally never required. In fact, he hardly ever has to use anything past his first Pulse.

Pulse 1
His first pulse allows him to heat any body part(s) or objects to immeasurable temperatures, which allows him to do a variety of things. This can be used both offensively and defensively, but is more often than not used the former way. The areas that he heats up are mainly his fists, feet, and head. This usually results in the tattering and burning of his attire after use.

Pulse 2
His second pulse is a temporary containment cell of sorts, and allows him to conjure a giant ring of fire around himself and others. This is his main means of preventing escape and he also likes using it to toy with people. The height of the walls of flame make it a 'no way in, no way out' scenario unless dropped or disabled otherwise.

Pulse 3
His third pulse is hardly ever used unless he is put against something that is a legitimate threat (i.e, something more powerful than he is, however unlikely). It transforms him, in a sense, a flame within him igniting and burning brighter than anything imaginable. It's more so a mental transformation than anything else, considering his physical appearance doesn't change all that much (sans a single ball of flame protruding from his forehead). Upon using this, his strength and resolve multiply by twenty and he is able to conjure fire.*
*Plus he can make little tiny fire golems for entertainment and because he thinks they're kawaii as fuck.

History

Not much his known about his past, not even by him. Not that he really cares to find out the details, he isn't exactly worried about what went on with him prior to his current position. And because of this, he's never known what exactly it was he was doing that drew The Entity to him, or what it was that made him a perfect candidate to become The Enforcer.

So begins...

Enforcer's Story

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It was a graveyard, the type of place that felt incredibly empty despite appearing full. It always made him uneasy there, the aura of the place putting him on edge. Prolonged stay usually ended in inexplicable headaches, disrupting any possible communication he tried to establish. While that was usually a hindrance, he had come to this place to utilize it for once. He was here to think and contemplate recent orders, and he was there to do so uninterrupted.

Without outside interruption, at least. There were many things inside of that place. They littered the area, disproportionately stuffed animals of various sizes, malfunctioning robots. There were several broken screens hung around the place as well, displaying nothing but static and broken fragments of data. He wasn't sure if any of it was actually harmful, considering he went out of his way to stay out of immediate proximity.

He was to investigate the recent explosion, or more specifically, he was to investigate the cause. The cause, of course, was already slightly identified. He was made privy to information, and told to scout out the cause and determine if it, whatever it was exactly, was a threat. And if it was? Well...

He wasn't told that much.

He was sat on a large plush cube, legs hanging over the edge as he rest his hands on his knees. He began to kick his feet, like a child trying to entertain themselves, and started to think about where he'd start. His thoughts, of course, were thrown off track by a blood curdling scream. Yeah, the place was full of them, too. They didn't really have an origin, just came out of nowhere and always succeeded in scaring the shit out of Enforcer, not that he'd like to admit to it. His reaction consisted of him gripping his knees tighter, then leaning backwards to rock himself off and over the edge of the cube. This propulsion landed him on his feet, and he went through the motions of brushing imaginary dust off of his pants.

"Welp! I think that's a sign that it's time for me to skedaddle the fuck out of here."

He spoke to nobody in particular, but was sure to remain silent for several moments afterwards to make sure nothing responded. That would be too spooky. And so he began to take his leave, heading west. When he reached the outskirts of the place, he paused by a seemingly shut off robot. It was missing an arm, and the front assembly seemed to be completely torn out, resulting it a blown out ribcage look. He narrowed his eyes as he leaned forward to observe it closer, raising a finger and poking at the head of the thing, resulting in it rolling back. He stood up straight and shrugged, the thing must have really been broken. He had taken what must have been a single step away before an arm shot out and grabbed at the collar of his shirt, resulting in him spinning on his heel and forcing his palm into the face of the blasted thing.

It merely dented in at first, but it soon began to smoke and smolder beneath his palm, resulting in his hand completely melting through the face of it before he removed the hand and pushed it away from him. That was more than enough scares for one day, and he promptly left, again heading west and towards the basic direction of the explosion.

Part of him hoped that this would be a simple run for him, just an in and then out as soon as he had been in sort of thing. Another part of him hoped it would turn into a chase, those were always fun. And hey, he was feeling generous, maybe if he did run into anybody he'd let them go and get a head start. That put a smirk on his face, and he began to pick up his pace as he imagined somebody biting his heart to check if it really was made out of gold.

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"I should get a cane, a cane would be badass. I could have a bounce in my step and throw it up and catch it and look fucking awesome."

Enforcer was talking to himself again. He was bored. He had long since located his targets, not that it was that hard. As soon as he was in close enough proximity, they practically made themselves obvious. There were things he saw, among the other four, that he couldn't. Strings. Or maybe threads would be more accurate, they were too thin to be strings. They descended from the sky, sort of like fishing line connected to a marionette below. They had no solid form, so to speak, just seemed to distort the air around them, making it shimmer like the air above a heated surface.

They appeared to be small at first, because each target was still on their own. But as he sat there, waiting, they gradually become bigger, drawn to each other. There was some sort of force that natural pulled them together, and soon a select few would form up and all the threads would intertwine, becoming a bigger one together. He often wandered if it was some metaphor, some poetic representation of fate or some bullshit like that. He never really came to a conclusion.

From what he could tell, there was a bigger group of four that had just recently met up, along with two smaller groups of two and then one more thread still off on it's own, but it appeared to be headed in the direction of the others. Again, as if drawn by some magnetic force. It was natural in this place, the attractions. Though, again, they were bigger now. Which meant he had a better general direction. Which meant he could head toward that general direction and actually complete the task he was given and stop procrastinating.

Then again, that wouldn't really be all that fun, would it? Just getting it over with and going back to having nothing to do. No, it wouldn't. It'd be boring as fuck, what would he have to do then? Nothing, that's what. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing.

"Nah, I don't want that. I don't want that at all. I should play with them. Mess around a bit, fuck shit up. Maybe go all barbarian and rape and pillage a village with my little minions." Again, talking to himself. It was a joke that only he got, considering he didn't really have any friends to share it with. The joke being that his little 'minions' probably wouldn't even hurt a fly if they could help it, but then again, when your body is made up of molten lava and hot as balls obsidian, it's sort of hard not to accidentally burn up puny little insects. Or fleshy humans, for that matter.

He let out a sigh before getting up and stretching out, bending over to touch his toes and such before shielding his eyes and looking off towards the threads. Fortunately, he wouldn't have to be shielding his eyes from the sun for too much longer because he was about to cross into the area that was night. Time functioned differently there, it was sort of confusing as fuck. He didn't tend to mind it, as he was often too absent minded to really perceive it. Hell, time was hardly even an applicable concept there, but people still desperately clung to it as to still have something familiar in a place so surreal.

He started out walking, not really paying attention to the time that passed or didn't pass as he did, he just kept heading towards the threads in the horizon until they got bigger and until he reached the region of nightfall. It was there he paused for a moment, because he felt he needed a bit of comic relief and company for the next bit. He arched his back as he laced his fingers together in front of him and bent them towards his body, cracking his knuckles. Afterwards, he pointed a single finger at three places on the ground in front of him, the dirt beginning to steam and melt away in each area. Soon there were three little pools of lava, putting off a similar shimmer in the area as the giant threads in the sky. He was close now, and he smirked a bit as he watched these little fuckers climb out of the pools, resulting in three little cute as fuck golems standing in front of him.

His eyes appeared to gleam as his observed them, like the eyes of a child in a candy store. He absolutely adored these little fiery idiots, and they were probably the closest thing he had to companions. All three stood there momentarily, looking up at him and rubbing at their eyes with their stubby little arms, making Enforcer let out a noise that could only be compared to a very effeminate person d'awing at some puppies. He cleared his throat after wise, of course, and puffed out his chest a bit to restore masculinity, even though he was aware nobody was watching.

All three were small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, and stood at about six inches tall each. They smiled dopily at him as he motioned for them to follow him and began walking again, the golems falling behind him like baby ducklings behind their mother in a pond.

It was cute as shit, yo, and he couldn't wait until his targets saw him coming.

"Fuck discretion."

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Zakiriya


Tinker Tocker had exploded. He'd heard it from where he was and in the seconds after, saw several people and things go flying through the air. The entered the part of the dreamscape he was in, almost appearing out of thin air as they crossed the 'barrier'. He'd felt the dreamers presences in the area and started towards them.

Zakiriya was steadily making his way through the dreamscape. He wasn't in any particular rush, though. Nothing dangerous had peeked it's head out just yet. He was, though, a little worried about the sudden explosion. Tinker Tocker was probably nothing more then desolation by now. On the bright side, he was happy to have not been caught up in the explosion. One can only be so lucky at times.

Reaching up, he pushed his blue-black locks out of his eyes, brushing them aside to look up and judge the area before him. It was dark already. Strange how time worked in the dreamscape. His lips pulled into a frown. He hated how the dream worked, how things randomly changed and he could never really figure it out.

Climbing up a hill, he felt closer to the dreamers and in the far off distance he could actually see them. They were small dots from where he stood, barely even visible. He heaved a sigh and continued down the other side of the hill. It was always easier going down, or so he thought anyway. He was concentrating on his footing as he came down a particularly steep section, not thinking of anything else.

When he made it to the valley area he was much closer to the group than before, especially since they were heading towards his direction to begin with. That certainly made things much easier. However, he felt something else enter the area. His heart skipped a beat, a sharp breath filling his lungs. Zakiriya looked around sharply, trying to pinpoint the source of his sudden distress. The presence wasn't a nice one, oh no. There was definitely evil intentions mixed in there.

He finally spotted the being. Behind the unwelcome newcomer, three tiny little things that he couldn't make out bounced behind him. Squinting, he tried to figure out what it was that was following the tall figure. He grit his teeth and decided that it really didn't matter. All he knew was that this person was eminating out a really bad aura and the dreamers before him hadn't a clue about it.

Zakiriya had to rush, had to hurry to get there before something bad happened. He started running, his heart in his throat. Even so, he had the terrible feeling that he wouldn't make it in time anyway. There was too much ground to cover between himself and the others. As he watched, a dark mist formed up in front of one of the dreamers. It sunk into the boys body and he watched in horror as the body convulsed violently.

The once humanly shaped form of a dreamer slowly turned into something that resembled a 2-D piece of paper. Zakiriya felt bile at the back of his throat. His eyes widening in shock. He just about froze in his headlong rush to get to them. Terror flooded his whole body and a sense of realizing that he couldn't have done a damned thing made him shudder. What was he supposed to do then?

His gaze shifted to the man who gave him the chills. Something was wrong with this person, why would he just do that to someone?! Zakiriya summoned his first pulse. The enormous weapon materialized in his hand and over his lithe frame the dark blue clothing fit snugly to his body. The cloth flutter as it fell about him and he shifted the weapon, twisting it around into a better position.

He was just about to continue running over, but then he realized something. What exactly was he going to do? It wasn't like he could fight this guy right off the bat. Especially when he'd just witnessed one of the dreamers turned into nothing but a reminant of a dreamer, and so easily too. Zakiriya had to come with a plan... one much better than what he was thinking right at that moment.

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Eludrest City

He was trying to get out of the strange city. Having seen his other half, it had unnerved him completely. What was worse was the look of evil intent in the being's eyes. Kiyu felt his heart race, a strange feeling at the back of his mind pressing forward. He fought to keep it down. The feeling was a strange one and it was scary as well. A kind of darkness that he didn't want to let invade his mind and body.

Kiyu moved swiftly, coming down a set of old stair in the short hill that went passed several broken down stone homes. The 'people' there seemed to turn their cold eyes upon him, causing him to fear even more and move faster. Always at the back of his neck, the feeling that someone was staring holes through his skin was present. He could almost feel his mirror image following him, if that were even possible. Kiyu continued to tell himself that it wasn't possible and that these people didn't mind his presence at all.

As he came down from the steps and the street leveled off he began to recognize where he'd come in at. The open courtyard was familiar with the fallen stones, the fountain at its center and the lack of the paper-like people. He felt a sigh of relief fill his chest as he slowed his advance. With his heart settling down, and his thoughts coming into a point of rest from their haywire earlier, he didn't notice the two sitting at the fountain.

Even so, he was a ways away from them, still on the edges of the main part of the city that was nothing but rubble. A sudden chill ran through his spine and he turned to look behind him. Golden eyes widening, he took a step backwards as he turned to face them. So, the people had followed him and they looked... upset. He wasn't sure really. Even so, they came at him with every intent to attack and Kiyu swiped his hand out in front of him, a shout of fear escaping him.

As his hand swiped out, a rush of black crystallized spikes erupted between him and those that wished him harm. He pulled away from them slowly, the crystal wall wasn't nearly high enough to keep them away for long and it wasn't all that thick either. He'd done it in a hurry with little to no thought at all. Kiyu's heart raced in his chest as he backed away, watching them carefully and preparing to raise another wall if he needed to.






Zakiriya


Zakiriya edged closer to the growing tension. He'd not made it in time to save the boy, nor had he made it nearly close enough to do anything about the sudden attack of the girl in a sphere. She'd turned immediately and proceeded to... feast on the unfortunate companion. His heart twisted, wrenching as he watched her. It almost made him sick, but he kept control of his stomach.

His weapon, however, he did not put away and he kept a close eye on the man who had killed the boy in the first place. The others, though didn't seem to notice that their companion was indeed killed by something much worse. He wouldn't say anything though, they were not lucid dreamers and even if he did tell them... how were they supposed to believe him? Zakiriya swallowed dryly as he approached the group. His hand tightened around the shaft of his scythe.

"What is the meaning of this?! What have you done? You were a guest at my fire, and this is what you bring to my table? Murder and secrets? Darkness and death?"

The boy who spoke in enraged tones also materialized a weapon he too took an interesting look. Stopping just short of them all, Zakiriya shifted so that he was nearest to the boy who asked the question. The large blade of the scythe scrapped the ground as he moved ever so slightly into the better position. His gaze fell upon the woman who'd eaten their friend and he once again felt a wave of nausea ensue.

Zakiriya wouldn't say anything until the woman answered the given question. He would decide then if she was an enemy or not, even though everything about her screamed evil. He watched wearily, ready for a fight, but not really wanting one, not so early in the game...