About the Writer:

Name: Drake
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Contact: PM works.

The Basics

Name: Draco "Drake" Morpheus
Nicknames (Alias/AKAs): Draco Vandean
Age: Timeless
Gender: Male
Family: The fellow Dreamwalkers of DWU

Kind: DreamWalker/ Good, despite preconceived notions of MSI

Appearance

Face Claim: Jon Bon Jovi
Description:Words are trivial when describing that which knows no bounds...

He was not just tall, he was towering and superior; looming and strong. Skinny did not describe him. No, he was slender and lean; muscular in all the right places, and fit. Blonde was just a common color and this man was anything but that. He was elegantly built, gracefully formed, catlike in his movements. His hair was golden, vibrant, shining, wavy. Alive. It blew gently in the soft nightly winds and tossed wildly in moments of passion. It had a life of its own, creating an even greater sensation when it brushed against your skin. The same sensation as his lips had, whispering tenderly in your ear. Those lips, a perfect cupid's bow, screaming to be touched with the gentlest fingertips and to be ravished with love, with passion.

No, his eyes were not green. No, never green. They were blue, innocently blue, electrically blue. Bluer than the ocean, deeper than the sky. Have you ever looked down into the depths of the wishing well, seeing all your life before you? Yes, they're that kind of blue. His eyes can captivate you with just a glance. Those eyes can stop you in your tracks, making you feel as you never have before. Desire runs through you as he blinks. When his eyes sparkle, you want to be next to him, to feel the warmth of his body on yours. You want to feel his breath flow like cobwebs over your face. You want his eyes to look into yours. You want his hands to touch your face.

Ah, dear God! Those hands....Those hands. Long and slender with delicate fingers. The skin smooth and pale as it ran over yours, causing the hairs to stand on end and the skin to tingle, merely from a touch. Those hands that completed those wonderous arms, so tender and warm, but yet, so strong, so demanding. The arms that worked in unison with the legs, the eyes, the mouth creating the perfect portrait- poetry in motion. This man did not merely move. It was much more than that. He did not walk, he glided, sliding effortlessly across the floor, his long legs stretching out before him as his hands swung slightly at his sides. His back straight and shoulders back, his chin slightly inclined, tilting upward with pride, with confidence. He never runs, but seems to be flying, always calm in these instances.

Such strength and composure, but behind the screen, such passion, such beauty. She could feel it now, the heat that came from him, the pounding of his heart in his chest as she stood before him in the moonlight. Or was that her heart? Oh, it didn't matter. It was all one heart when they fell together in mindless bliss, his strong arms holding her against him as he talked softly in her ear. But did he really talk? No, not really. His voice, always low and seductive, was barely a whisper. It was the whisper that granted the wishes, spoke into the dreams of slumbering mortals...the whisper that could breach all distances to be murmured in your ear.

Personality

Likes:Ah, to list would be so simple, but many questions would arise. He likes, but more accurately, he forbiddingly loves the dark soul that is Raelin Lorcan. Despite the way it often seems, his heart is pure and true, and it's mark is her own heart that he holds so dear. And in that same vein, Alika Moreaux joins the ranks within his heart. Drake also finds a fondness in the Darkness that threatens the world, because it gives him his new purpose, and a way to once again battle the wrongs that have tainted his kind since Morpheo's demise. Levitation is also a favorite thing of Drake's as he loves the feeling of sailing unharnessed through the night air. A few other things are midnight runs, the beach when the tide rolls in after sunset, an alluring melody, a well written and classic bit of literature, the smell of lavender in the evening, leather against his skin, his dimly tinted sunglasses that veil the electric blue of his eyes, and this new alliance with MSI that will redeem the DreamWalkers once and for all.

Dislikes:Keelin Lorcan, but dislike is too kind of a word. He knows the darkness in her heart, and while he knows not the depths of her evil soul, he knows that within her eyes is a fire burning sinful that her sister does not possess. Able to see inside her mind and heart, this he is certain of. Drake also dislikes the assumptions that MSI has held over his head for so long, because of Morpheo's mistakes.Greer Maddox, simply because of his close relations with Raelin in the past. Mortality, he finds it a weakness, but a beautiful flaw. Uncertainty and insecurity do not set well with Drake and neither does the constant pessimism of the world, nor the Darkness that threatens to steal away all laughter and light.

Personality:When you've lived forever, a sort of numbness settles in, causing one to view all things in life with a measured nonchalance. There are still things that anger or excite Drake, but for the most part, it takes something of the utmost extreme to spark that response. He's seen it all, done it all, but still, once in a while, there are those little things that bring a twinkle to his eye or produce a most effective glare. However, when anyone belittles or seeks to harm those that he holds dear, they will incur Drake's wrath.

When truly angered, he can become blinded by rage, to the point of temporary madness. Thankfully, it has been centuries since such an outburst as Drake always seeks to remain in control of his emotions. This often makes him seem, at first, unapproachable, but it is quite the opposite, as his apprentices have discovered.

Lasting through the centuries has hardened him, but living in the age of intrigue and beauty before it all fell to ruin instilled in him a love of the classic, the simple, and the beautiful. Drake possesses unbelievable grace, a common quality of a DreamWalker, as well as a lethal charm. With just a smile or a glance, he is able to wow humans left and right. He finds it tiring, honestly, and that is why he loves so much to visit the leagues of MSI; the women there, they don't fawn all over him, because undying charm has been a common trait in their enemies for years. In that, finding such a characteristic in their friends and allies doesn't deem a probable cause to turn their heads.

When it comes to decision, Drake finds the happy medium between brooding and spontaneous, spending enough time to adequately assess the situation, but not so long as to agonizingly delay progression. He takes his charge seriously, his duties as a DreamWalker, and now, an ally, always heading his actions and obligations before anything else is addressed.

A romantic at heart, and a born speaker, having grown during the height of the Roman times, Drake is a natural leader, and thus the head of DreamWalkers United. His tactic and ruling hand, though firm, are always open to new ideas, and Drake will often listen to reason when others of his kind wave it away. Having crossed the line between good and self-serving many times, Drake is careful of the wishes he granted, and even more careful of those he trusts. In this world of Darkness, shadows linger and distort the vision. He has learned the hard-way that nothing is ever as it seems. A Master of Illusions and a Genie in disguise, Drake knows the consequences of desires, and that is why he often times denies his own.

Extras

History:
His life began in the time of Caesars, when it was horse drawn chariots and idylls sung by bards in the town square. Draco Vandean was born into the higher class living, and after his father's untimely death, he became master of their stately manor overlooking a tumultuous sea. Though his burdens were heavy, Draco was still a pleasant young man, favored among the townspeople and all that stumbled upon his estate during their travels. His reputation preceded him more often than not and the Vandean name was upheld by Draco's decisions and demeanor.

Late one night, as he sat atop the cliff overlooking the sea, he wished for a greater freedom, a better life for those around him, but he asked for nothing for himself. Draco spoke of the holds of the government and how he wishes those less fortunate had a greater chance of prosperity. His wishes were heard, and though they could not be granted, the being that heard them, none other than Morpheo, the first DreamWalker, appeared to Draco and sat by his side. It was that night, after speaking with the boy, pure of heart and sound of mind, that Morpheo created another like him, and granted him the gift of immortality.

Draco accepted the gift with the utmost sincerity and little did he know that the grand man by his side would soon fall to the hold of power and turn his back on his purpose. Draco was the second son, created in a grand and secretive ritual by the first DreamWalker, Morpheo. Drake, unlike Morpheo, kept his conscience and his morality, knowing the difference between right and wrong and holding true to himself above all else. It happened that though he sought only to grant those wishes and desires that caused a change of good, he sometimes could not forsee the consequences and was forced to live with whatever fate his granting of wishes caused.

When Pandora's Box was opening and the Mendecant was born to slay the dark forces that had been reborn, Draco, because of his nature, became the enemy. It was unfathomable that a being such as Morpheo could be pure of purpose. Because of this, he was often viewed as an enemy of MSI and regarded as dangerous and volatile.

But there was one that could not see him as so...Raelin Lorcan, the young woman with the dark eyes that captured his heart so many nights ago when she was just a girl. He had felt her wishes to be free, and he had tried to grant them, but even then, she had proved too strong. As she grew into a young woman, he showed himself to her, no longer just the voice in her mind....A love blossomed, but soon faded as she became a part of the very society that wished for him to be banished from the World. It was her duty to see him saved and so she cast him from her life, only to meet up again. They were destined to be parted, atop a grand building where she spoke her goodbye and attempted a spell to bind his hands. But something, words spoken softly, stopped her. She left with him that night, forsaking MSI, and he loved her then, just as he loves her now.

At Antony's pleading, and Drake's realization that it would be for the greater good that she return, Raelin went back to MSI. She resumed her position, and Antony finally accepted the true heart of Drake Morpheus, the second DreamWalker. Tensions rose, and fate seemed to keep them apart. The immortal and the mortal simply could not be; it was destined to end in heartbreak. Drake was forced to let her go, once again, and never speak against the dark lie in her heart, that she felt he had never loved her.

Now, with the Alliance firmly in place, Raelin and Drake still cannot have their chance, now a conflict of interest keeping them apart. Drake loves her still, but knows that the union shall always be forbidden, if only because of their own free wills.He finds solace and another sort of love with the Avatar, Alika Moreaux as he works to restore the balance of good and evil, and train the up and coming DreamWalkers that dotted the world after him, acting as the sole leader of DreamWalkers United, DWU.

Sample Post:
The sounds of his shoes on the marble tile barely made it to his ears as the multitudes of thoughts and wishes that were not his own raced through. He heard each of them, the same as the others.

Give me money.

I need more time.

Save my soul.

I want fame.

Make me pretty.

In all these wishes he heard filtering through his mind, he became enraged that no one asked for faith, for hope, or for love. They did not ask for peace, or companionship. No, they wanted money, fame, fortune, the greatest money could buy. They wanted to cheat fate and redo their lives. They wanted a miracle and he was no miracle worker, but these days, he had no choice but to become one.

Once upon a time, it had not been this way. The people had asked for beautiful sunrises and calming rains. They had asked for rushing waves and greener trees. They had asked for restored faith and a love greater than they had ever known. Oh, but that was but a fairytale. They all focused on themselves and the world did not matter to them. They wanted to be comfortable in their own lives. The beggar on the street could do without another night and the hungry child could resort to violence and they would never know, never care.

Welcome to Corruption Reborn, he thought bitterly.

Bitter. Yes, he was bitter. He had been bitter for years. The glimpses he caught were not enough to sustain him. He wanted more. He needed more.

That was when he heard it. But was it possible? Surely this was his own dream breaking through those of the weary,evil world.


Oh, Dreamwalker. Where have you gone?

He heard the thought, even the voice, but he had to be dreaming. He heard the voice, soft, yet strong. It was pleading, urgent, but it asked for nothing but to know where he was. It was her. It had to be. There was no doubt it. As he focused, all other thoughts dissipated from his mind. All he heard was her. He could feel the air in the room swirling around her and sense the dark wood she reclined against. He felt her heart pounding and saw her hands clenched in anger, frustration, but above all, in pain.

I am here, love....in your mind. Answer my calls. Touch my soul. Let me feel your love around me again. Come back to me.

As soon as he sent her the words, he cursed himself. His move was too bold, too absurd. He was being hunted down by those who could not find their true dreams and here he was, calling for some lost lover. With a sigh, he broke their connection. Well, as much as a connection such as theirs could be broken. Even when their minds were not connected, she still held his heart. She always would. His immortal heart.

But it was her he wanted and not this death grip on his heart. He wanted her in his arms. He wanted to feel her breath against his cheek as she whispered to him. He wanted to moves his hands over her back, slipping them into her hair. He wanted to stare into those deep and endless, hypnotic eyes and be lost for days.

That would never happen. He was just a memory.


First secret line?
And the last rule?

Excellent application, and glad to see bits of the novel included that I provided. Wonderful compilation and I love the details. Can't wait to see him in action.