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Kozmotis Pitchiner

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Oct 4 2017, 07:37 AM
It was now nearing dawn, and well, he didn’t usually stay outside this late. Or he supposed early? That would be more the right word for it, but being here in this town had changed some things. Not drastically, and most things had been good yes. But…perhaps he was more human now? Or becoming that way, or maybe he’d always been like this and was only just noticing now. He couldn’t be entirely sure, nor liked that thought. Since he was beginning to think that he felt more so these days anyway. Not that he didn’t have the capacity to wield emotions before, but they had been of a different kind. After all, he was a spirit formed out of fear and hatred, twisted together to form something quite beautifully…Pitch Black.

He would always be the Nightmare King, there was no changing that fact.

But there was a small part of him, that just…was…feeling. And he hated that, so of course. He buried this thought away, since, his magic had been working more or less the same here. And that’s all that mattered right? If anything, he could only grow stronger from all the fear that was already leeching off this town. So really, he simply couldn’t have found a better place to ‘escape’ too.

Not that he would ever admit how much of an ‘escape’ it truly had really been. Night Mares were dangerous creatures, and never actually had been loyal to him. So he supposed…it hadn’t really been a betrayal. In some ways, it had been himself who’d played that part, since when Fear experiences its own fear, things cannot be expected to go well. However, somehow things had worked out for him. After all, he’d made it here in one piece.

He blinked, continuing to stare out into the ocean as he waited for the sun to rise. Light and the dark don’t exactly mix, so this time was all he had. Not that he cared much for the Sun, and certainly not for the Moon. But for some reason, today he wanted to see it. There seemed to be some buildings not far from here he could safely leave to, although, he for all he knew, no he was in this realm the light of day might not quite have the same effect on him as it had always done. He didn’t fancy taking chances with that one though in all honesty, he much rather stick with his shadows. “Hmm” he murmured aloud from where he stood, taking a step forwards so he could peer down into the dark waters below with a small smile. It was strange that someone so ‘evil’ as he was sure the Guardians would love to put it, could feel so relaxed by the sea.

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Aug 31 2017, 03:45 AM
Darkness was all he had left. Something in which he would always have, along with fear of course. The two went hand in hand, and he supposed in a way this was why so many of the children he’d tormented had feared the dark. But really, a little bit of pitch blackness was nothing without the Boogeyman. Or so he liked to think anyway. And with their fear of him, he could only grow stronger…more real. And here in this town, his nightmares would begin once again. After all, where was Sandman? He could see no trails of golden shaped dreams tonight, or any other night he had spent in Storybrooke for that matter. So finding his way here was pure brilliance! Without all these Guardians working this town, surely things could revert back to how they should be? He could finally bring back the Dark Ages, it wasn’t like fear, darkness and shadow could be stopped?

Not without precious their little Sandy.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. But he would not fail again, he’d make everyone believe in Pitch Black here, fear him. He’d own this town. Become ‘The Nightmare King’, a title that he liked to think suited him very well.

His mouth curved into a small smile, he had no clue as to why the portal had brought him here, but honestly he really couldn't care less. He was free to do as he pleased here, not that he would ever admit to being trapped by his own Night Mares. Nevertheless, he had escaped. And here he was in another realm, which was something he wasn’t actually impervious too. This wouldn't be the first time he’d found himself to be somewhere else, after all his reign on the Earth he knew could only be seen as a recent thing in his eyes in comparison to the potentially millions of years that had been his existence. He couldn’t think of a precise number, because really the truth would say that he’d always been around. Since that part of him, the darkness was something that cannot be created, was never born and will never truly be destroyed. Whatever happened to him didn’t matter, since fear reigns for eternity.

Although to continue being himself was something he quite enjoyed, and to be completely powerless, causing him to slip back into the shade was never going to happen again. Ever.

And so here he was, standing in front of a wishing well. Not that he intended on making any wishes mind, or even believed that some well could help him in any way. But the pit of darkness inside the stone structure was strangely comforting, and so he stretched one arm to hover over the pit for a moment and closed his eyes, letting out a satisfied sort of a hum as he thought. Relishing in the fact that moonlight couldn’t strike this very spot, and therefore in his view this made the darkness here somewhat purer, more…beautiful. He chuckled softly to this, and glanced upwards to the sky, almost in gratitude before his features contorted back into a frown as he narrowed his eyes once more.

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Aug 12 2017, 02:47 PM
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<h3>ancient . Pitch black/Boogeyman . rise of the guardians .jude law . other realms</h3>
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After Kozmotis’s transformation into Pitch Black, he has become full of contempt and spite for others. Quite literally thriving off a person’s fear, he enjoys playing games with his victims. Taking a cruel pleasure in watching others suffer, exploiting the knowledge of a person’s greatest fear and using it against them, manipulating them and in turn making him stronger.
<br></br>He has a hateful deep rooted jealousy towards the Guardians, as after all, children everywhere all love and believe in them. Unlike him, to which the worst thing is when a child overcomes their fears, presenting him to be nothing more than a bad dream. Even ironically that being his own biggest fear, not being believed in anymore.
<br></br>Although wanting vengeance on the Guardians, and with his desire to destroy them all, this is not entirely the case. As he takes some sort of excitement in their rivalry, choosing to take time to gloat rather than to finish them off completely. He is an incredibly lonely person, isolated, although completely twisted. He understands that even though he wants to return to ruling the Dark Ages, in a way he needs opposition, someone to destroy. As what purpose does he have if darkness cannot even take over light? Plus, it’s fun!
Pitch literally lives in the shadows, and therefore can travel through them by becoming one, choosing to appear and disappear in them at will. Since, well he cannot travel in the light (although he can in Storybrooke, but it is a very uncomfortable experience for him) and often simply dissolves back into the shadows. He also has the ability to know a person’s greatest fear, and thrives on it. Able to grow more powerful through a person’s fear of him, and uses magic black sand to turn dreams into nightmares.
Pitch was never always…Pitch Black. Once, an awfully long time ago before any of the Guardians and even the Man in the Moon existed, he was known as Kozmotis Pitchiner. A hero. General of the Golden Armies he was in charge of the capture of the Fearlings. Which were shadow like creatures which threatened the peace of the Golden Age. So with them all imprisoned on a planet, Kozmotis volunteered to stand vigil over them in order to protect everyone from such creatures. To which he managed to do for many years, despite their constant wailings and pleas for release. Sacrificing being with his own family in order to keep them safe while he stood guard, his only comfort being the small picture of his daughter he kept in a locket.
<br></br>Which soon became his most utter downfall.
<br></br>The prisoners he guarded were able to sense this weakness, eventually even being able to imitate his daughter’s voice in order to torment him. Until the one fateful day, the voices were too much. And so truly believing for his daughter to be trapped inside the prison with the Fearlings he frantically opened the gates, only to be possessed by a swarm of thousands and thousands of Fearlings instead, thus transforming him into Pitch, the Nightmare King.
<br></br>His mind and heart becoming more and more twisted, he soon sought for vengeance. Wanting to destroy the Golden Age and everything that he had fought hard to build was to be all torn down. He was now able to turn good dreams into bad ones with his new ‘power’, and so began plundering stars and planets in his rage to leave a trail of misery behind him. Also seeking out children’s dreams the most, to which the most pure dreams turned to nightmares sometimes created more Fearlings. Something which he needed to retain his power.
<br></br>But it was the Lunanoff Prince who changed everything. The child who’d never once experienced a nightmare, was to be turned into the Prince of Nightmares! Such a fitting fate, which was never successful. For the young baby was protected with a Guardian of his own, Nightlight. To which the two fought and eventually both falling down to Earth. Trapped together for centuries in a cave near the small village of Tanglewood, pierced through the heart by Nightlights dagger with the Guardian also imprisoned with him. An act to keep Earth safe from Pitch. Which of course was never to last. It was a moon beam surprisingly enough that released the both of them from their confinement. Nightlight returning to his prince in the moon, and Pitch returning back to his vengeance. His goal being to turn every child of Earth’s dream into a Nightmare, forever since lurking in the shadows as the Boogeyman.
<br></br>Although of course Man in the Moon had to then go and create the Guardians of Childhood. Soon ending his own glorious reign of the Dark Ages, and the belief that people had in him, their fear fading.
<br></br>Laughing at him, because who on earth believes in the Boogeyman anymore?
<br></br>This would all change though, because soon enough he would rise again, stronger than before. This time, after spending years in the making, he’d managed to perfect a version of corrupting Sandman’s dream sand. Enabling him to create his very own Night Mares, horses made from Sandy’s sand with the addition of a touch of fear. And soon he would build his own army, in order to destroy the Guardians for good. It was the only way he could be believed in again, if Christmas, Easter and the Tooth Fairy weren’t to be real anymore. Then perhaps the children of this planet would be able to find a little belief for him? And the only way he could do that was through fear, because to fear something, was to believe in it.
<br></br>So in order to destroy any spirit, you must destroy the belief in them. And so the first step, was to steal and lock away all of Tooth’s mini-fairies, and also every tooth box from every child on Earth, thus robbing them from their happiest memories. But the Guardians of course weren’t going to be destroyed as easily as that, teaming up to retrieve all the teeth themselves instead. However, all was not lost as this simply gave Pitch a reason to ‘try out’ his wonderful new Night Mares. Battling Sandman and eventually managing to destroy the Guardian by shooting a black arrow (fashioned out of the spirits own corrupted sand) straight threw his heart, thus turning the spirit into a nightmare of his own making.
<br></br>Thrilled with this working, Pitch sends his Night Mare’s after the Guardians, however the newest member of the heroic group was able to destroy his beloved creatures. Therefore making the decision to destroy Jack Frost his next priority. Eventually luring the boy spirit, with his tooth box into his lair in order to distract him whilst his Night Mare’s set about successfully destroying the children’s belief in Easter. Kidnapping Baby Tooth in the process and leaving Jack with his tooth box, knowing that the other Guardian’s won’t trust him again. Later, meeting once again colliding both their magic together to form the perfect combination of dark and cold. Only this time, offering the winter spirit to join him so they can both be believed in together, feared. Since being believed in was what Jack had wanted right? And so working together, surely the two of them could never be forgotten!
<br></br>And so with the offer of trading the spirit’s magic staff for the kidnapped Babytooth, he was able to break the weapon. Returning to North’s workshop to view the globe in his victory, watching each child’s belief quite literally flicker out.
<br></br>All except one.
<br></br> Jaime. A child Jack had somehow befriended, who could actually see him. The last believer. And so he sent his Night Mare’s after the children, growing stronger through their fear. However to his horror, the children conquering their fear, were able to turn his horses back into dream sand. Reviving Sandman who was then able to promptly knock him out. Awaking to a confrontation from the Guardians, his plan a complete failure, and the children not being able to see him anymore he is scared. He tries to retreat, however is soon caught by his own Night Mare’s (never being truly loyal to him, but rather fear itself), and dragging him back to be imprisoned in his own lair once more. To suffer feeling the one thing he thought he could control for the next forever. Fear.
<br></br>That is until he saw the portal. Not knowing where it would lead, he jumps through it in his escape to find himself in Storybrooke, And turning dreams into nightmare’s could begin once more, and he would not fail again.
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