HM: Klao

Basic Information

Name
Klao Webb

Gender
Male

Age
Appears to be 18 years

DOB
February 22

Height
5'10"

Species
Dream Reaper

Attribute
Mind

Tower
Time

Notable Features
Eyes glow | Dream catcher tail | Footsteps make no noise | Mood changes based on recently caught dreams | Cloak sparkles seem to glow like stars | Sharp claws like a cat that can come out | Pointy teeth | Has container of glowing bubbles

Personal Background

Likes
Stargazing | Relaxing music | Lots of blankets | Glitter | Cuddle naps | Hot cocoa | Bubble baths | Imaginative dreamers | Decorative nightlights

Dislikes
Loud noises | Catching fetish dreams | Being woken up | Mushy or slimy food | Sunny days | Being cold | Psychological horror films

Fears
Catching a violent enough dream to make him harmful | Being void of dreams | Not having anyone for comfort | Sleeping gas or pills | Fire

Goals
Make close friendships | Explore new dream imaginations | Portray special dreams in paintings

Personality
Klao is an overall friendly guy. He becomes attached and loyal to new friends very quickly if he likes them. The word attached may be used both mentally and physically, because he's big on cuddling. He is somewhat goofy, acting almost like a child at times. If he gets insults he basically waves you off and forgets about you. Or wishes you ill dreams. He won't take any rude criticisms about himself or anyone he likes. Klao gets inspired easily by the dreams he finds and loves to paint them to show the world. However, he is pretty lazy. If he is not completely stoked about a project, he will procrastinate for ages. He also hates chores. With a passion. Good luck getting him to do any menial task. His emotions are loosely based on the dreams he catches around the time. He's extremely moody in the early morning, when most dreams float around. This also makes him scatter-brained, as the dreams sometimes fill up his thoughts and make it difficult to focus on something in the real world. 

History
Klao lived in a frigid land for all of his life, often travelling through the kingdom to visit different places and catch more dreams. His favorite dreams were always from children, they seemed to be the most imaginative. They were also usually the most carefree, unless he caught a bad dream. When winter would around, he would usually stop travelling and take shelter in the shadows of an attic where it was warmer. He had taken shelter in all kinds of different homes, with equally different dreams. They were all unique but he didn't keep many of them very long. It was during one particularly early winter that he found an extreme interest in the dreams coming from the inhabitants underneath him. He had barely paid attention to where he had taken shelter, since he was always in a rush to avoid the chilly air and decided to move through the shadows to explore the place after 'moving in.' He found out that he had taken refuge in an orphanage, with more than two dozen children dreaming away. He instantly fell in love with the place. The children had the biggest, heartwarming dreams he'd ever come across and he reveled in the love, spirit, and liveliness portrayed from their minds.

As months went by, he continued to live in the orphanage. He listened to their dreams, even payed attention to their spoken stories in the daytime, and lent them good dreams when they seemed distressed. During those times when the children had bad dreams, he would bear through the nightmares, since he couldn't simply dispose of them as soon as they came. Instead he would pull the nightmare from the children, holding it in him as he shared a better dream. This could be tough at times, since pulling the bad dreams to share good ones made the negative emotions grow bigger inside him than regularly obtaining the bad dreams. He hated the sadness and bleariness that came from such small humans and only grew to feel more love for them.Over time, the children often spoke of a guardian watching over them and comforting them, which pleased him to no ends. He devoted all of his time watching over them, either from the attic or blended with the shadows in the room. Every once in a while if someone passed by too closely, they would see a small area that seemed to sparkle in the darkness.

During the colder nights, Klao decided to stay in the room, since it was at least slightly warmer than the attic and he felt more in touch with the ones he watched over. It was a particularly cold night, when the walls seemed to do nothing to keep the freezing temperatures out, that the night didn't feel right. The lady in charge of the orphanage was rarely paying attention to the kids, she was even out of the building at least half of the time. Klao didn't particularly like when his Dream Catcher would grab one of her dreams. That night, she had gone out to buy groceries and probably pass time not doing her job. The kids were chilled to the bone even through their blankets and some were already sick. A few of the older children decided that they would sneak downstairs to start a fire in the fireplace, since the lady had neglected to do so. It happened so fast, there wasn't much time to react. The children never knew how to set a fire and didn't think it would catch on the nearby objects. The orphanage started to light up like a fervent monster. The water system was so poor, they had no chance of putting it out by themselves. Klao had been in the attic when he heard the commotion and by the time he made it to the bedroom, the floor had caved in before him. Maybe 10 of the children survived in the accident and Klao couldn't bear the distress coming from those children and himself and fled. He didn't want to be involved with people that he couldn't interact with or help and searched for a home full of new happy dreams and people where he could truly create relationships.

Traveling again for the first time in ages, he would roam, lost deep in the dreams he saved before that fateful night. He traveled in the shadows, hidden and without a planned out path or destination in mind. He rarely even took refuge to rest, since he didn't want to get attached to humans again. It was in this deep dreamworld state of mind and plain fatigue that he followed an unknown path to Hiems mansion. Unlike any other place since the orphanage, he felt a small reassuring hope that this could be a new beginning. Ignoring his tiredness, he quickly strode up to the place before any doubts would enter his mind.

Relationship Status
Wishing ill dreams | Scarier than a nightmare | Unsure | Interesting | Admire | Amiable | BFFs | Dreamy~ | In love

Elsie:
She's a darling witch who interacts with me often, but she keeps commenting on my eyeballs in an eerie way...

Jawhir(Haroun):
He has fashion sense, has a great imagination in his dreams, and is a sweetie. I'm quite liking this one's company so far!

Kazu:
"He's extremely intimidating. Very. _{I suppose that's good to keep others in order, though?"}

Phi:
"Very odd creature. She's kind of fun. Or funny."

Vesta:
"Seems like a likable character."

Abilities

Attributes
Primary | Mind
Secondary | Energy
Tertiary | Speed
Inferior | Strength

Powers
Dream Catching | catching and storing nearby dreams
Dreamshare | sharing dreams with another being
Interweave | bringing two dreams together to form a new one
Shadow Fusion | camouflage self in surrounding shadows

Skills
Painting | Magic Tricks | Origami | Cello | Sleeping

Weaknesses
Bright light makes him nauseous | He can't control what kinds of dreams he catches | He loses energy when there aren't many dreams

Roleplay Information

Chatroom Availability
Anytime if I remember to go in there

IM Availability
Notes | Skype (group chat/single chat ask for info)

Roleplay Preferences
Romance/Pairing | _Gore/Torture | Casual | Adventure | One on One | Group RPs | _{Alternate Universe}

Roleplay Sample
Klao walked through the hallways, his footsteps as silent as the eerie quiet of the early morning. His tail cut through the air as it swayed, snatching up dreams that floated too close to it. He knew it was a bad idea to walk around during one of the high points of dream catching, but the dreams passing through his room were downright strange and he'd had enough of them. As new dreams entered his mind, he lost focus on where he was walking and ended up walking straight into a wall. The ricochet ended up making him fall backwards, sprawled on the floor as he blinked at the ceiling for a moment before sitting up. As a random passerby stared at him he smiled brightly and gave an energetic wave. "Wonderful morning! Don't mind me, I'm totally fine!" His smile suddenly fell as a particularly sad dream consumed him and he laid back down. "I think I'm fine. That was dumb of me. Not paying attention, bad, bad..." He let out a long sigh and stared up at the ceiling again, lost in the dream until a new one would replace it.