"They're scared of me? Good. It's easier that way."

Name: Somnia

Species: Wolf

Gender: Male

Age: 33

Height: 6' 6''

The public thinks this wolf a villain, but he's not a villain just an asshole. He finds it easier for people to hate and fear him because it is what he's more used to.  

Somnia always caused problems. Crass and loud, doing whatever he wanted. He always considered life to short to care what others thought. Besides, everyone always judged him for his abnormal fur color, his red eyes, saying he was some kind of creature, not normal, a monster. Something cursed and evil. In reality, it was just an unlucky combination of bright fur that ran in his mother's family and his fathers bright red eyes. Not that anyone would stay around long enough to hear that explanation. 

So why try to make people like him? It was just much easier to play along. Play up the brute, play up the monster. Use that to his advantage to get what he wanted.

But one day he made the wrong enemy. The roughed up the son of an official, a street fight. The kid had looked at him funny, insulted and he wasn't about to have that. But how we to know the connections the kid had, that they would come after him. So he ran, ran from those who began to chase him, those who now had a bounty on his head. And for what? Insulting some brat. 

Eventually he was surrounded in an old abandoned shack. At the end of his rope, no where to go. 

And then she appeared before him. A shadow with a smile who held her hand to him. Asking if he would like to make a deal. He was tired of running, from those chasing him, from what he was.  As he took her hand, she asked what he wanted and he said this to her.  "I want but one thing. Make me a NIGHTMARE.".  In that moment, those around the cabin felt the fear creep apon them, and Somnia he felt strong, like he could do anything. The more they feared him, the more he felt this power. Finally, he'd show them. They always did fear him, talked behind his back, now he would finally give them a reason.

A reason to truly fear him. 

Rumors spread after that, about a neon colored monster, one who's eyes glowed the color of blood. One who fed on fear, who left behind nothing but scratch marks where there had been an entire group of bounty hunters. 

After the deal was struck, from that day Somnia worked for Syra, the one-eyed demon. A new calling, somewhere he could be himself, his talents for intimidation appreciated, not ridiculed. Somewhere he will stay till he no longer breaths, because the day he finally lived was the day he took her hand that fateful day.

Likes:

• Simple food, nothing over spiced or overcooked.
• Jewelry, the shinier the better. Also, the moon because it's silver and shiny. 
• Being the center of attention, even if it's negative. 

Hates:

• Sunrise, way too bright.
• Having to explain things, doing something is just easier.
• Self righteous people
• Shirts 

Stats:

Abilities :

• Fear Embodiment: When the pact of [Nightmare] is active allows his presence to cause fear in those around him passively. 

• Strength from weakness: Gains strength from the fear of others around him.

• Even outside of all that, fairly physically strong in his own right. 

• Weapon of Choice:  Claws

Bonds:

Theme Songs:

• Music playlist