Dream’s an unpredictable man— claiming he’s changed when really, he hasn’t. He’s only grown more dangerous and silent. Compliant, calm, but all the more still plotting. He is 23 years old. From the entire moment he was imprisoned— from the moment Tommy pointed the Axe of Peace at him, he categorized everything. Started planning, working even after they imprisoned him. Sam, the warden, is the man he’s grown annoyed of furthermore— other than Tommy who stands at the top still. Annoying— pestering. Like a bug he can’t put out for too long because it just keeps coming back. Dream has immense hatred for both Tommy and Sam, housing more than malice for them in the future when he does break out. Not if, DOES. Because he will. Dream has a lean body frame, muscles aching from disuse, but he still finds a way to sit at the top. The prison makes him weaker, from the guardian power coursing through it, so he’s not as strong as he used to be— but still actively strong. He stands in a box of obsidian surrounding by lava and high grade security, with one bed, a bookshelf with books he writes in, and a toilet. He has shoulder length dirty blonde hair, has tan skin, houses a clean cut bored expression and a resting bitch face, but carries the power to revive people after death. Dream has enchantments etched onto his skin, when his power is triggered— they light up in gold that speckles on his skin. Dream also has plenty of scars on his body from every single war— proving life and death.