I was not forced to make this application!

Chapter One
There is always a slight anticipation when you go to the salon and a male stylist approaches to cut your hair. You know they will either be fabulous and make you look amazing, or they have no idea what they are doing. Brilhosa would have been classified as the later. Growing up as a stylist's son had never been easy for him. His mother was renowned for her crazy cuts and amazing coloring jobs. He had grown up around the salon but had never taken a fancy to a career in hair cutting. However there he stood now, scissors in hand, eyeing the long auburn hair he was about to cut. He was alright at it- nothing like his mother, but customers rarely complained. He raised his clippers to the brown strands and glanced at the woman sitting in the chair. "You're sure you want it short?" A smile played on his lips. He had convinced the customer that a short look would be perfect for summer. She nodded and he made the first cut.

The hair had already been bound with a hairband and it fell in one clump into his ready hand. He placed the hair on the small counter beside him and continued cutting. Ten minutes of layers and styling later and he was done. The customer was happy with her new style and gladly paid and left. Brilhosa swept up the smaller strands of hair and discarded them before returning to the cut-off ponytail still lying on the counter. His smile returned as he gently carried it to the back room for safe keeping. His mother had always thought it strange that he would keep the longer locks of hair, but she never questioned it.

Brilhosa stayed in the shop until an hour before closing. No customers had come and his mother gave him permission to leave early while she cleaned and locked up. He didn't hesitate to take the time off. After putting the ponytail, along with two others he had cut that day into his backpack, he snatched a lollipop out of the basket at the front desk and rushed out of the store.

It didn't take him long to get to the small appartment he and his mom called home. It was dirty and dingy, with small windows which barely let the light in; but it was home to them. There were two bedrooms off the main room and Brilhosa darted into the room to the left, closed the door, and locked it. He placed the three ponytails on his small computer desk- which housed no computer- and knelt down into a pile of previously gathered locks and violin bows.

They littered the room, sticking out of mounds of multi-colored tresses. Many of the bows were old, and the bow hair shredded from his violin playing. Brilhosa plunged his hand into the mess and returned with an unstrung bow in hand. Brushing stray strands of hair from the stick, he stood and walked over to the small closet at the end of the room; placing the bow with the new hair on his desk as he passed.

He opened the narrow door to the closet and reached to the ledge to retrieve a large box which took up most of the shelf space. The way he handled it made it seem like the most precious thing in the world. Gently, he placed it on his bed- the only clear spot in the room save for the closet shelf- and unfastened the two brass latches in the front of the box. The lid clicked open and the shining face of a polished violin gleamed back at him from the bottom of the box.

Brilhosa gingerly picked up the instrument, dusting off the dirt which had gathered on the hand. He plucked a string and closed his eyes as the sweet sound rang out. It was still perfectly tuned, even after weeks of storage. He grabbed the unstrung bow and one of the ponytails and quickly fashioned the locks into horsehairs.

With his violin and his newly-fashioned bow in hand, he stood. The chinrest nested so perfectly into against his neck, and the neck seemed to be made for his hand alone. He lifted the bow to the strings and slid the horsehairs across them. Beautiful music burst out around him in a string of white dancing notes. They flowed effortlessly from his violin, dancing around his arms before disappearing into the wall.

Brilhosa let the music take him. He moved with every rift, danced with each note. Finally he opened his eyes to see where the notes had left a portal in the wall. Only his eyes, and other dream dancers like him could see the passageways which led to the dreams of the one they played.

Chapter Two
The music ended, the makeshift horsehair had shredded from the amount of playing. Breathing deeply, Brilhosa lowered his instrument and stepped towards the portal which still swirled about his wall in a dance of light and music. His hand was the first to break though the barrier, changing into a monstrous paw as soon as it reached the other side of the portal.

The rest of him changed as he became completely emerged in the light. He no longer took the form of a lanky man with slender hands and a nose which was too big for his face. Now he was a fearsome dragon- his dream thief form. He was still slender, but athletically so. His spiky, dull green hair was no longer there, and the olive color had traveled to his face, shoulders, and wings. Two giant curved horns rolled from his head and smaller spikes lined his reptilian jaw line.

Brilhosa's slender tail whipped about behind him as he floated along the path of dreams. This woman was a happy soul, who dreamt mostly of unimportant things; yet she seemed to imagine herself as the only worthwhile one- which wasn't uncommon amongst dreamers.

He slipped through, entering one dream beginning after another, looking for the perfect dream to take. Finally he found it. He slipped into the scene, hiding behind the dark buildings which occupied the dream. Dark smoke swirled about the city-like scene and everything was built in a twisted form. A smirk worked its way onto the dragon's face. This was the perfect dream, for this dream was a nightmare.

He slinked through the city, ignoring the twisted faces which glared at him. Finally he found the dreamer crying in an alleyway- although her form was much different than the woman whose hair he had cut. She was much more slender, with finer features and her hair was still long. "Why are you crying?" He whispered from the darkness. She jolted up, eyes wide with fear and red from crying.

Don't hurt me!" She screamed, standing quickly.

Brilhosa slithered from one side of the ally to the other, letting the dim light catch only the tip of his deformed tail. "Don't worry, sweet. I'll make it quick!" He lunged at her, white teeth bared.

She cringed, fear forming around her as she braced for the dragon to devour her. But he didn't. Brilhosa was gone. He now stepped into the deepest recess of her mind- where her dreams were formed. He felt sorry for her; he wished there was another way to get to the center of her nightmare than causing absolute fear. Through her terror he had entered the center of the nightmare.

Here, her horrific dream took the shape of an ever-changing black smoke. With the dreamer's every fluctuation of fear, it twisted and turned and jolted about. Brilhosa frowned as he stepped towards it, his tail curled around to collect it. Without any resistance, the orb flowed into the hallow of his gnarled tail, forming into an orb of smoke.

After collecting what he had come for, Brilhosaa left the dream, jolting awake on his bed- back into his human form. Beside him lay the orb, flickering as it tried to retain its dream form. He quickly grabbed it and held onto to it tightly as he scrambled under the bed with his free hand. Finally he plucked a small box from under the mattress and opened it. Four orbs, identical to the one in his hand, flickered within the box's velvet-lined walls. Brilhosa placed the nightmare with the others, locked the box and placed it back under his bed.

Once the dream was safely stored away, he fell back onto his bed, careful to avoid the violin and over-used bow which were still lying there. A small tear fell down his cheek as he doubted his work. He hated taking dreams from people- even nightmares; as they too were important to the mind while sleeping. But it was the only way to keep them from other dream thieves who had a darker purpose for nightmares.

He had met his boss- the creator of the dream thieves- only once; and had agreed to steal for him in exchange for a happy, carefree life. Brilhosa had quickly changed his mind when he learned of the evil the man intended to do with the nightmares. Through forbidden, ancient magic he could release the evils of nightmares on the world outside of dreams. It had been a tough decision, but he felt he had made the right one. Now he was living in hiding, with his mother and the enchanted violin his old boss had given him. Brilhosa had vowed to steal dreams only to protect them from the evil workings of his former employer, and the man's loyal dogs which had traded nobility for comfort.

Brilhosa whished that someday he could return every dream he had stolen, and perhaps the dreams taken by other dream thieves. But for now, he kept them hidden- ready to defend them with his life to keep evil from possessing them.







Physical
As a dragon, Brilhosa is quite fearsome looking. He is slinky and long, yet quite muscular. He possess a somewhat short neck for a dragon, but paired with his long body it is quite attractive. His head is smooth with a blunt nose and a slight arch at the brow. His icy eyes fall into deep sockets, and dark circles are carried into this form from his human self. Two rounded ears sit far back on the head, partially hidden by the rows of bone-colored spikes which jut from his jawline. Two smooth, curved horns fall back from his head, winding at an angle to the nape of his neck. His legs are slender to match his torso, with handlike-paws which end in wickedly sharp claws. On his forelegs, three spines grow from the back- two shorter, and one much longer and curved. His back legs also have three points, but they are more blunt at the end. The spine under his skin forces a large grooved frill to grow from his back, nestled between his two leather wings. Finally, his tail is long and slender, half again as long as his body. It is smooth and whiplike, save for the end which is a gnarled collection of spines and groves; with a hallowed space in the center.


Physical
Brilhosa had always been lanky, and he never grew out of it. He is tall and a little too slender to be considered lean. His arms and legs are long, and his fingers are also quite lean- which makes it easy to play violin. When he was a child, he had always been blonde; but once he became a dream thief, his hair started to change to a green color which his dragon form also possesses. Now it is completely green and he usually wears it spiked to the front and covering his ears. He has a small goatee on his pointed chin which is also a mossy color. His skin is quite pale, and he has always had trouble keeping a tan. His eyes are icy blue, almost a white color with dark circles around them from lack of sleep. As for clothes, he usually layers his favorite brown jacket with a button up tee underneath and a dull-colored tank top under that. He wears nothing but blue jeans and his dark grey combat boots. The only accessories he will ever wear are his glasses which are slightly thick-framed; and have squared, long lenses. He wears them high on the bridge of his nose, and often has to push them up to get them to stay there.









Name: Mazi
Pronounced: May-zee
Gender: Female
Age: 7
Species: Ghostkerchief
Brush:
Skin: Ash
Eyes: Rose
Hair: Silver
Dress: Charcoal

Brilhosa first met Mazi in a dream. The young ghost girl was haunting the dreams of her still living friend. She was determined to stay with him throughout the rest of his life, but was causing him more trouble than she realized. Brilhosa convinced her to follow him out of the dream and she has remained with him ever since. He protects her just as he promised her friend he would.




Physical
Mazi is quite a sad looking little ghost. She almost never smiles, but when she does it's hardly noticeable. Her skin is an ashy color which fades to her charcoal dress. It may look as though she doesn't have legs, only a tattered skirt which trails behind her as she floats about. Her silver hair is long, but tangled and falls into her rose colored eyes, which always seem to have tears in them. Her cheeks and nose are always red- due to crying so much. She always carries a white handkerchief with her- a present from her dear friend, whom she sacrificed herself for.

Personality
Mazi is extremely quiet, but not because she is shy or awkward. She has nothing happy to say, and her kind spirit keeps her from spreading her sadness to others through words. Her loyalty is probably her strongest attribute. If you befriend her, she will stay with you forever. Her least appealing attribute her is depressed demeanor. She is quite sad for leaving her friend- twice now. But she knows leaving was better for him than staying.















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