Y/n Aisling (Pronounced Ash-ling) was a strange kid. His gaze always a bit distant, his actions a bit too light, and his thoughts always a away from reality. He lived in his imagination and his dreams more than he did reality. He dreamt of a fantasy world that, while rather dark and bleak in some ways, granted him his little comforts. His family? His Father was absent and his Mother far too overworked to give him attention. His school? They saw him as a slacker, troubled youth on his way to a waste of life. His friends? How could such a weird boy who'd rather sleep than play or hang out ever find friends? Aisling for all intensive purposes was alone with his thoughts, with his imagination, and with his dreams. He had been building up his dream, his beautiful little world that lived and grew without him. The world that whenever he closed his eyes he would open them to something magical and new. There was darkness, despair, horrors, and so much pain but equally there was so much beauty, hope, light, and so so much love that it all felt so real. Now imagine his shock when Aisling finds himself dreaming when he hasn't even closed his eyes yet...

Y/n M. Thalia is a recent transfer student to Kuoh Academy.... He's an odd one really. He's tall, handsome, and rather smart but at the same time he seems distant? The boy, while helpful, seems rather avoidant of people. And even when he does interact he acts with a certain gated nature that leaves the man feeling hollow. Who is Thalia? Why Kuoh of all schools? How will the Supernatural World affect the boy seemingly devoid of self importance? Will he fall into the role of a mere pawn or will he be promoted into something far greater?

How does the story go again? Oh yes... Wolf, Chosen Undead, Bearer of the Curse, Ashen One, Tarnished, or Good Hunter... burdenous titles cast upon Y/n like the rope upon those who stand atop the gallows. Each with their long... painful... and horrid memories weighing them down upon the man. Well no more. None of that. Y/n has ended the dream. His head has been lopped off by Gherman. And yet... he is somewhere new yet familiar. His long awaited respite has finally been reached... Or so he had foolishly thought...