Akumu
Imaginative - Sleepy - Tortured
I scare myself.
Pet Name: Akumu
Owner: SuperSheep
Theme / Type: Nocturnal Comeil
Born: December 12, 2012
Gender: Female
MisticPal Name: Faceless
MisticPal Age: 4355 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 13 / 13
Strength: 12
Defense: 0
Speed: 13
Intellect: 12
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
I am the nightmare.
I have always dreamed in detail.
When I was younger I believed I was actually living two different lives- the me that was awake and the me living in the vast world of my subconscious. Both felt equally real. It wasn't until I was fifteen that I realized the difference between them. You see, it's fairly easy to realize somewhere isn't real when you die there almost regularly.
Wishing to escape the hell my dreamland had become, I went to various doctors and psychiatrists, masters of the human mind. None of them could give me the answers I needed. When I told them things I was seeing in my dreams were coming true, they tried to send me to an insane asylum. I escaped with the help of one of the doctors. He gave me some pills to calm down the dreams, make them happy again. They worked.
After that I lived a normal life. My dreams still seemed very realistic, but they were back to how they were when I was younger. Except now when I go without seeing the doctor for more than a month, the dreams revert into nightmares. It would be more bearable if my dreams didn't always come true. When I dream happy, the world is more or less fine. When I dream up horrors, the world begins to fall apart.
Sometimes the pills don't work as well as they should. They help keep the nightmares away, but there will still be the occasional... trespasser. After I allowed him to run multiple tests on me, the doctor created a new being. Everything about him seems human. He even acts sort of human. His dreams, like mine, affect the world around us. However, the doctor made where he only dreams peaceful things. Therefore he is my "counterpart." But he is not as powerful as I.
No matter how much he dreams, he can't save us.
He can't fix my nightmares.
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Goes by Alexandra.
Was given life seventeen years ago.
Is a female.
Acts strong and independent, hating others see her cry.
Thinks of friendship as a lottery.
Thinks of love as something she would like to experience.
Unchangeable aspects are pitch black hair kept short, average height, light skin, dark brown eyes, petite features, and freckles.
Works as an artist.
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I'll always help you.
I cherish few things.
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