Race: Clone
Gender: Nonbinary
Faction: The Bright Empire Of Melniboné
Threat Level: Feral
Overall Level: 1064.60
Star Sign: Sylphara
The cozy attire from the merchant guild is best suited to be worn when lounging in a cold spaceship interior.
The orange jumper is bright orange and very thick with black wool on the inside, green tight cuffs and twin black easy access pockets on the front, with a large bulky black zip down the middle.
The trousers are relaxed green with no pockets but have affordances for easy movement at bend points.
Nightmare isn’t a person—they’re a pressure event. A nonbinary clone ejected from some forgotten gene-vat with too much propulsion and nowhere to decelerate. Built to burn, trained to transcend, they rush through the galaxy like a glitch in time—half-soul, half-script. The [redacted] faction embraces them not out of kinship, but out of fear that letting go would break reality’s spine. They colonize without touching ground, harvest echoes from pods that never lived, and whisper to wormholes until they open in surrender. Nightmare isn’t here to explore. They’re here to detonate. If you see them, you’re already too close.
Look to the future to see the past.
Every price has already been paid.