| Nickname |
Kyran. Itās an altered version of his name, since his full name has escaped his mind. He goes by this name.
| Gender |
Male
| Age |
20
| Sexual Orientation |
Straight
| Height |
6ā1
| Race |
Dream Soul
| Equipment |
Nothing now, besides the few books he'll take from the library.
| Dream Realm |
It seems like almost a perfect world. Thereās an infinite amount of stories to keep one entertained and focused on, people to talk to and interact with, a perfect blue sky...however, some things are a bit off. The people all have the same conversations together, repeating over and over again. Some of their faces are even the same. Itās all so repetitive. Not only that, but his memories have to be somewhere. All three roads lead to the same place. An abandoned car in a ditch, totally wrecked. The front end is crushed in, the paint chipped off, random metal shards sticking out. Inside the wreck underneath a seat is a metal box, only able to be unlocked with a certain key.
Kyran has very light skin due to how much time he spent indoors later on in his life. He has light blond hair thatās often seen styled upwards, and because of this looks to be quite short, when really it would be a bit longer if left down. His eyes are a light blue, quite pale when seen in sunlight, yet a dull gray-blue when indoors. If his hair were down, then heād appear to have a softer face, yet with it up, itās quite the opposite. His cheekbones look quite prominent, and his chin appears narrow, giving him a sharp appearance. When neutral, it still looks like he is frowning, for the corners of his lips are pointed down slightly. This makes him not very approachable. He may appear lanky, mostly because of a combination of his height, and lack of upper body strength. One wouldn't notice this right away however, for he's mostly seen sitting down, reading. Kyran is often seen in casual wear, jeans and button-up shirts or t-shirts. He changes everyday, and takes care of himself, as if this was his real life.
| Life Before|
His life was pretty much perfect.
He lived in a large house with his mother and father. He was an only child, and his parents were often away on business trips, but because of their high-paying jobs, he was spoiled. He got whatever he wanted, and never had to work for anything. Others envied him, even into high school, others often wanted his friendship because they knew how rich his family was. There was one specific problem with this life, however.
It was too repetitive. Too boring. Though he got most of any items he wanted, his parents were very strict, and did not allow him to do many things. He got his driverās license later than most people because of how careful they wanted him to be. Keiran was never allowed to leave past a certain border his parents had devised. He went outside as much as he could, visiting the areas he was allowed too, yet never any further. He longed to go and explore the world, yet was always pulled back. However, after awhile, he felt a certain duty to stay with his family, and while once social and outgoing, became more withdrawn.
Keiran came to accept the fact that he needed his parents, and they needed him. They were both essential for each other. He began to embrace this life, and so when his parents began to show signs of struggle, he completely fell apart.
Nearly none of his old life, including interests and hobbies, can be found in his realm. This was because he forced himself to leave his past and everything else behind. (see more below)
| How did they become a dream soul? |
In his mid-teens, he began to notice that his parents were arguing a lot and not spending much time together. Though he was slightly worried, he only ignored it, afraid that if he intervened then it would just get worse. He believed that over time, things would get better. He believed that time would heal all things. However, it just got worse. Just being a teenager, he was having a hard time working out his emotions, and this put a lot of stress on him because nothing bad had ever really happened before. He was not used to it.
Keiran felt as if everything was falling apart, but he could not bring himself to talk to one of his parents and see what the matter was. Arguing became a regular thing for the two of them, and in a way, he felt as if it was his fault. Were they fighting because he wasnāt doing well in school? Were they both sick of him hanging around the house too often? He thought it was something he had done wrong, and slowly began to fall into despair. His grades dropped even lower than they were before, he didnāt eat as much, and he hardly took care of himself.
A few years passed and his parents still hadnāt divorced, or done anything to resolve any problems. One day while they were in the vehicle together, his mother and father began arguing again. He shut his eyes and tried to drown out their voices, for it was a regular thing, and he had learned how to ignore them. As he leaned his head against the cold window, he heard a piercing scream, and the car suddenly swerved. He felt his body jolt forward, his head smashing into something hard as the car tumbled into the ditch. His mother died in the crash, though he wouldnāt have known, for he fell into a coma soon after from extreme head trauma.
Soon after forming this world, he was overcome with the guilt that he could have prevented the years of arguing just by talking to both of them and finding out what was going on. This remorse was so extreme, that his world was nothing more than dark nightmares and rooms for a little while. Yet soon after, he began to force himself to forget everything that happened. After a few months passed, he started to forget what his first name was. He began to bring books into his realm, and found himself immersed in other peopleās stories, soon leaving his own behind. His world began to mature and form, and he had lost all memory of what had happened that one day.
Keiran, now Kyran, is convinced that his world is reality, and he lost his memory after some incident. He believes that he is free of his family, and lives somewhere new without any boundaries. But this world is made up of familiar people he once used to know, and buildings he often exploredā¦it would take someone special to help him recover what he forced away.