*I own none of these characters or their constitute powers and weapons.
Lucid dreaming affects the mind and soul in a way that cannot be explained. Having control over the dream edition of yourself allows one to participate in the wild fantasies that populate ones inner conscious. This can be a fun-filled adventure or, in the case of Erik Martin an untamed descent into an amorous representation of the experiences and happenings of his young life.
Erik Martin was a mediocre 18 year old male, slender in build and sharp of facial structure. His short brown hair sat lightly on his head still showing the fuzzy signs of being shaved a month earlier. Erik had box-rimmed glasses, but no contacts which he believed would damage his light grey eyes. A fair amount of hair sat gallantly upon Erik's chin and upper lip, setting him apart from his younger more immature self.
His life, at this point, was a drifting mass of leaving behind old, outdated habits and preparing for an uncertain future. A professorship was his goal but what exactly he would be a professor of remained unanswered. His days were spent doing menial labor and shuffling boxes of old toys and clothes from the basement to the Salvation Army. His nights however, a world of indulgence in a guilty pleasure that sat in the corner of Erik's mind since he was young.
Anime and manga, a match made in heaven as far as he was concerned; a blank page upon which any scenario could play out and anyone could be anything they wished. Problem with making wishes was that Erik's mind had an uncanny way of looking to make those wishes come true.
Erik wasn't much of a drinker but it was his mother's birthday so having a little bit of alcohol was acceptable within his household. Problem was, Erik was a lightweight through and through and even a small amount ended up giving him a buzz. Erik always placed a strict limit on his intoxicant intake so he stumbled into bed hoping his fuzzy vision would clear up by morning. The problem with that was that morning never came…
Erik came too surrounded by trees and plants of a tall and old deciduous forest. The smell of damp earth permeated his nose, starkly contrasting the expected smell of his own room. The sun sat low on what Erik could assume was the western horizon; its light filtering down through the thick canopy foliage.
Erik clamored to his feet, wide eyed and searching desperately for a sign of anyone or anything that could have put him such a predicament. The mad dashing of his eyes could not seem to locate anything particularly question but his optical scavenger hunt was cut short by a nearby voice calling out.
The first had a South Asian accent to it.
"Kaede, do you see him ~aru?"
The second a more Japanese.
"No, but recon said this is where he fell so we should be close ~de gozaru."
Not knowing what to do Erik creeped slowly toward the edge of the clearing he came to in. A nearby berry bush looked promising as a hiding place and in strange country he wasn't taking any chances. He was home free until a figure fell from above and landed right in front of him, causing him to tumble backwards.
"I found Him!" The Japanese voice said. "It's good to see you again commander."