Bio:

Oneiroi’s family could access the dream realm for generations, their depth in the subject surpassing his birth; his own father, Morpheus, even had a reputation in the mortal realm for his expertise with dreams. Morpheus even found love in the dream realm with Oneiroi's mother, Aisling. Aisling was another night fae, with access to walk the dream world. Their romance was a whirlwind one that was, well, a dream. But when out of the fantasies, the connection felt mundane; everything was so much more magical in the world of imagination. They conceived Oneiroi in the realm of dreams, and it is theorised that the reason that Oneiroi only has access to one of the three birthrights a night fae could be born with was due to a factor that she spent a considerable amount of time while pregnant in the fictional realm. 

Growing up, Oneiroi was mainly raised by his grandfather and mother, as his father, Morpheus, had little time for raising a child with his job as Keipar of Time and making sure that the apprentices he had were up to his standards. But Morpheus had a sense of pride that his son was being taught by his own father, as the man had taught Morpheus himself, and he knew Oneiroi was in the best hands. Oneiroi's childhood was a relatively happy one when he was innocent, accompanied while walking the dreams of others. When he was in his teen years, his innocence was turned into understanding the nuances of the dreams that not everyone was happy with and a joy to be in. He had travelled into the dream of a hunter who dreamed about what they would do to all supernatural species if they got their hand on them. The experience had trapped him in the dream for the entirety of the night, the reality paralysing him into inaction. 

It was a sobering experience and one that his grandfather wouldn’t let him forget or ignore. He was taught the lesson that with the privilege he had been granted, he would see the best and worst of the minds around him. And that it might be easy to give up on the world after seeing such sights, but what he saw was the sum of what the world had done to that individual and the way to change that is to interact with the world and not hide from it, to change it one needs to understand and that in these dark dreams he needs to see past the acts and see the meaning in the way the dreamer paints their dream. What position do they give themself, how do they feel, and is it recurring? 

Over the next hundreds of years, Oneiroi had become his father's apprentice, and while the others amongst his ranks thought he only got the position because of nepotism, Oneiroi worked as hard as he physically could to sway their minds. He was gifted with dream craft and surpassed them all, but he could conjure illusions and hold power over the shadows. His father had been thinning his herd of apprentices, removing those he thought had reached their capacity. It was a nasty rumour from disgruntled apprentices going around that Morpheus was getting rid of those he thought would beat out his son for approval. Oneirroi hated the notion that his current standing wasn’t down to his own merit but that of blood ties. It was insulting that none of his work was being recognised… or at least that's how it felt amongst the apprentices. 

Oneiroi's father had whittled the number of apprentices he had down to just two before his departure. A departure where the only communication was that he was going to retrieve an artefact for the court. It seemed normal till the other Keipar questioned the apprentice as to Morpheus's reason for not attending their meetings. Confusion was in the air till Oneiroi realised what had been happening over the past several years. Morpheus had been giving  Oneiroi and the other apprentices more and more of his responsibilities, disappearing for longer periods of time each time he assigned them a new responsibility. Keipar saw no reason to afford Morpheus grace as he hadn’t afforded the Keipar any with his actions. Morpheus had left the state of the next Keipar of Time with his son Oneiroi, and the other Keipar saw no reason not to honour the tradition.