With power and might, I have set forth to seize the world of it's light. Those worthy follow me and mine down this path, and those who dare defies me shall see the fullness my power can bring! ! I am a part of The Darkness, the serer of dreams, creator of Nightmares, I shall bring the unworthiest souls to their knees begging for my protection. ~ Ole-Luk-Oie

Name: I have no name, only titles and myths that engulf me. Some call me The Dream Master, Ole-Luk-Oie, Pater Tantibus (Father Nightmare), The Sandman. still other like to call me Death, . I am not picky, and yet now one dares look for my identity.

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Age: Ageless, is as old as time itself for when every dream is born, so is a nightmare.

Gender: ? Physically he takes his form as a man, but he has no gender to speak, he was created without one. (YES POSSIBLE!!)

Equipment/Abilities: To those unfamiliar with his ways he may seem all powerful, but those are the myths and legends kicking in. His powers revolve around dreams, he can force any person to enter a sleep state then and only then he can enter there dreams and twist it to his own twisted purpose.

Personality: Dream Master is removed emotionally from everything, he sees what his is doing as the right thing to do. The thing that must be done, he believes the light is corrupt and irrational and can never hold the world together.

History: I was created from the happiest dream, the first dream to shape our world and as time moved on I became more and more powerful. Now I have the power to manipulate anyone's dreams and create minions for myself, I can rework a person's life to my own design. Make you forget your past, make you think you hurt everyone close to you. Yet, every time I use my gifts and powers I become more and more indifferent to this world. Some believe if my work was undone I would cease to exist all together.

"I will show you my brother. He is also called Ole-Luk-Oie but he never visits any one but once, and when he does come, he takes him away on his horse, and tells him stories as they ride along. He knows only two stories.

"One of these is so wonderfully beautiful, that no one in the world can imagine anything at all like it; but the other is just as ugly and frightful, so that it would be impossible to describe it."- Hans Christian Andersen