Name: Randy Johnson. Goes by Sho'Magath, He Who Crawls upon entering Celen.

Age: 16

Race: Nightmarian.

Role: The Fifth Nightmarian.

Appearance: Randy stands at 5'4, with chestnut brown hair and a generally cherubic face. He carries around a cane made of hard, black wood with a silver ball with the Greek letter Lambda carved on it. His eyes are sky blue and waide. Upon entering Celen, however, his visage is nightmarish. He becomes a towering creature made of steaming black, tarlike ichor. An indeterminite number of pupiless blood red eyes drift about his form. A slobbering, multi-toothed maw marks the center of is shifting form. Occasionally, tentrils of muck will emerge to probe about the envormonment.

Personality:Randy is oddly cheerful, despite his line of work. He'll often crack jokes when he feels the situation calls for it. However, he fully recognizes what he does is a bad thing. But that doesn't stop him from doing it.

Powers: Randy posseses the standard ability to drive people mad through dreams. He prefers to use images of unfathomable horrors beyond the conecption of humanity. Gets it done faster. When in his other form, he can sprout appendages from the tarlike goo that composes his body. Arms, tentacles, claws, that sort of thing. He can also launch globs of a similar substance that burns flesh like acid.

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Likes: Jokes, ice cream, nightmares.

Dislikes: People who get in his way, people with no sense of humor.

Love Interest: TBA

History:

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