"The Order of Chaos"
Name: Morpheaus
Sex: Male
Age: Inapplicable
Appearance:
Personality: The most enigmatic of the 13, Morpheaus can be counted on for wisdom, charity, coldness, and an overwhelmingly powerful ability to instill despair in some, and hope in others.
Powers: Morpheaus can bring appear anywhere in the omniverse, he can channel the dreams and nightmares of others. Eternal sleep can be wrought at his hands or eternal awakening. Some have witness his ability to manifest anything dream, from the most idle of day dreams to the most horrible nightmares. Beyond that his powers are unknown. Though he has admitted he is capable of more than he has ever displayed.
Bio: The oldest of the 13, Morpheaus is known for revealing himself at the queerest of times. He is also the only member of the 13 that does not lay claim to any province beyond that of the mind. That is all I shall say of him for now...
"The Chaos of Order"
IC: A tendril of smoke emerged from the eye of Malum, and then Meilin, and so followed a tendril of smoke from the eyes of each of the 13 present at Malum's palace. The smoke followed for several minutes before becoming something more substantial, something much heavier. The smoke had turned to shimmering white sand that fell to the ground and took the form of a robed man. His skin was pale whitter than the purest snow, as was the hair on his head, and his eyes were so black one would feel as if they stared into the void when looking upon them. And perhaps they were correct; it was often said that those who angered Morpheaus had been torn from existence and exiled within the endless depths of his eyes.
Morpheaus turned and surveyed Malum with a slight smile on his face. "You are all mistaken. The 13 of Chaos are being set against their creation/creator/son/daughter/brother/sister/selves," he said in a eerie voice that seemed to come from all around. "What causes this treachery seeks to replace chaos.
"To rule the order of things and to become that which is in all things. It sets you against what each other ultimately. Like the warrior with no equal, we grow fat and our edge dulls. If you attack chaos and seek to contain it, you place your heads in the gullotine."