The Grand OC! [CONTEST XXX: HALLOWEEEEEEEEEEN]

Username: S(k)ir Zer
Name: Sir Sebae
Race: Demigod of nightmares, former Merrfolk
Gender: Male
Color: It came from the deep

Biography: Suffice to say, Merr was something of a shithead as far as gods went, which probably had to do with his main domain being Worship - he literally thrived on the stuff. He did a lot of questionable things to firstly coerce, and later cow, the race he had created (the Merrfolk) into showing him the proper respect.

Made in a self-absorbed god's image, however, had instilled a similar streak in the Merrfolk, who mostly turned their backs on their creator when the gifts began to be replaced with assorted pestilences and other deific pettiness. It eventually reached the point where all but the most devout rejected the name "Merrfolk", and took to calling themselves Seakin instead. They were ok. They had science, and libraries, and their civilisation wasn't getting burnt to the ground due to godly mismanagement. They just had to ride it out below the surface.

Enter Sebae around this point, born into a clan which still called themselves Merrfolk. This was during the closing chapters of the First Fall, a series of cataclysms which destroyed civilisation Praeterwater and spurred the Seakin into isolation, from both the fellow mortals and the Five Gods. Merr was at his petulant worst at this point, with the majority of his children (who were the majority of sentient life still remaining in the world) refusing to acknowledge the pantheon altogether. His own internal god laws prevented him from punishing the nonbelievers, and he had to settle for terrorising the few clans which still worshipped him. This mostly consisted of commanding his followers to spread discord amongst the other seakin tribes, to bring them back to Merr's waiting fold. When that plan failed, Merr demanded blood, and the clan had no choice but to offer up their children. Sebae was the youngest of fourteen Seakin sacrificed to Merr.

Merr transformed the young Seakin into avatars of chaos, and would've sent them out to wreak havoc on the apocalypse's only survivors if the goddess Solbruin hadn't stepped in. Monsters being her turf, she didn't approve of Merr's intrusion and sparked a conflict between the gods which eventually got Merr evicted from their shared universe.

Solbruin had hunted down and eradicated the other Knights, who had already left their insidious mark upon the world, but the god Egal noted Sebae's unwillingness to twist the world. With suggestions from a newcomer god (primary domain: Dreams), they convinced Solbruin to spare the Merrfolk and give him a place in the new world's order.

Since then, civilisation has been rebuilt, and Sir Sebae wanders the lands forever as the reluctant demigod of Nightmares.

Items/Abilities: Sir Sebae's divine ability, as granted by Merr, was to spread corruption. Any space he resides in physically warps in ways that defy logic, and are disturbing to make sense of on some collective unconscious level. Sir Sebae cannot control this corruption, nor do his personal fears manifest within the warped area. The effect is especially pronounced in smaller/confined spaces, such as inside a building - before Egal found him, Sebae learned to avoid buildings (which would eventually warp and distort to the point navigating to an exit became all-but impossible for him and anyone else inside).

Sebae was so horrified by his effect on reality that Rem (the dream-god) and Egal gave him an escape - into people's dreams. Sir Sebae can abandon his physical form and exist solely in the minds of sentient beings, where his corruptive influence doesn't seem to distort memories or conscious thought. Sir Sebae is, in his world, the source of nightmares - entire villages will experience several days a year when everyone experiences messed-up dreams, before Sir Sebae moves on to fresher pastures. His presence, by personal preference, was kept hidden until the wizards over the Praeterwater started looking into the phenomenon.

Description: Personality-wise, Sir Sebae is deferential to mortals and gods alike. He's soft-spoken and often apologetic for his negative effects on people, knowing the alternative is reality itself going all non-euclidian and horrible. He doesn't like people prying into his personal details, but if he feels you'll keep the information to yourself he's a polite enough conversant. He's not happy, per se, about his lot in life, but figures if the gods insisted that someone had to do it, he'd rather it was him than anyone like the other Merrfolk who were turned into Knights.

If he really wanted to, he could probably pull strings while inhabiting a person's subconscious, but that runs counter to most everything he stands for. Sir Sebae never makes his presence known when in someone's subconscious. You can only be sure he was present if your usual dreams took a turn for the unpleasant. He's even less happy to take a physical form, but he looks like a jet-black statue of a typical Seakin. Vaguely-amphibious face, two nubby horns, webbed fingers, fish from the navel down (in Sebae's case, long and eel-like). Instead of clothes, he's covered in a textured carapace, the same jet-black as the rest of him and ridged like a seahorse. It covers his eyes and sticks forwards, again, in the shape of a seahorse. Above water, where most seakin would switch to legs, Sir Sebae just hovers. His tail tends to make nervous grabby motions at nothing in particular.