Dire

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### Image caption

"My King will set me free. My King will set me free. My King will set me free. My King will set me free. My King will set me free. I am free."

### Relatives

Kla'taar (master), Solace (teacher), Satan (accomplice), Malice (associate),

## Physical description

### Species

NIghtmare being of Kla'taar, Human (formerly),

## Overview

Dire is the only known disciple of Kla'taar, and is his closest and most loyal follower, now trapped by a little girl.

He has a cold almost tan stone covering his body while his head has a massive crack leaving an open view of his face. He has small red eyes and white teeth and his face is pure black. He has a ring around his head with spikes almost in the shape of a crown.

## Biography

* Origins
* Trapping

In the late 1700s, Mkazawi was a slave brought in from Africa by the name of Vorteki, lugged onto a boat with his village's men, whipped, castrated, and tormented beyond belief. He fell into a cycle of nightmares unlike no others.

A rancid boat, filled with corpses, rotten and skinned, with only him to face the wrath of his captors. When he arrived in America, he tried to run away, but was shot point blank by a musket wielding guard.

A few men drag him out to the forest, as his brain slowly succumbs to his wounds, and his nightmares return, he sinks into the ground, physically, and mentally, as he's buried.

He has been long dead, but the nightmares won't stop tearing at his mind, normally one would arrive in some sort of afterlife, why can't he be spared?

He went through the motions for what felt like years, but he eventually became desensitized, becoming one with the terror surrounding him. The total loss of Terror fueled him with a strange, empty feeling, but he was met with something new. On his typical boat nightmare,

the trapdoor of the hull opened, and before him stood not a white man, but one black as night. Mouths surrounded his body, as he spoke with the voices of many, many, many people.

The being explained to him that he was one of the few people chosen to feed his father for eternity, but to his surprise, he did not foresee him becoming fed up with the endless horrors in his dead mind. He offered him a choice, to follow him, or be subsumed, never to feel anything but a harrowing anguish as his very essence, his mind, soul, and body is consumed instead of his fear.

Vorteki took the creatures hand, not even flinching at the smooth, bumpy sensation of teeth on it, and looked at the entity where his eyes should've been.

Suddenly, the entity pulled on his hand, and Vorteki was thrust through the dirt, arm first, like he was yanked out of his nightmares, and into the world again.

He couldn't think like a man, at least not the one he was before, but he could think like a new creature, a hungry one. He heard the same cacophony of voices, acknowledging his newfound famine, and told him to eat, eat as many as he can, and strike horror into dreaming life once again.

After many, many years of living as somewhat of an urban legend and moving up the country, he stumbled upon a little girl walking along a path to a small secluded church in the forest. Something warned him to take caution, but he ignored it, approaching her, and picking up speed as he got closer.

She eventually turned around, and he stared into her eyes, catching a bright, white flame burning on a stone. He screeched in pain, swiping at her, but he missed. As she fell to the floor screaming about her eyes, he began to become rigid, as his joints locked up.

He bent forward, holding himself like a shivering child, before looking up toward anything, anything that could help, but it was too late. Stone covered his body like a layer of new flesh, as he fell forward, cracking his face on the stone walkway. It freed his eye, but that didn't matter. Just like he started out, he was now trapped once more, and taken by a bunch of humans, and he was still hungry.

So hungry.
## Abilities & Weaknesses

### Abilities

* Razor sharp claws
* Sound Mimicry
* Incredible sense of smell
* Speed and strength

### Weaknesses

* Insatiable hunger and starvation
* His vision is largely movement based, but bright or outstanding colors attract his attention

## Trivia

* His name means "Loyal Hunter" in Terror Speech
* The name "Dire" comes from 'Dire-Dawn Woods', the forest that he killed many of the British in. This forest got its name from the large population of incoming canadian Dire Wolves, whom he also took part in eating.
* Due to how many Redcoats he killed, Mkazawi actively contributed to the victory of 1776. He spotted them the most because of their bright clothing and loud mannerisms, while the patriots wore brown, and tried to use more camouflage. (It also helped that the Patriots didn't bathe as much as the British, so he smelled the clean bodies of them before the dirtier guerrillas.)
* He is the closest to being Kla'taar's fourth child, and is the only living thing that has any of Kla'taar's respect, apart from his living children.
* After the events of the comic "Means To The End", Dire decides to live in Kla'taar's tomb so he may be with his master, even if it means starving.