Birth Date: December 23rd 974 
Birth Name: Saint Hollis of Yule 
Birth Place: The Duchy of Bavaria 

Manner of Birth: An orphan of the church had such sweet dreams, perfect dreams. Dreams of sunshine and honeyed bread dreams of being a princess, ordinary of youth but it was the feeling they had in these dreams that were so perfect. So vast and fulfilling. Though her waking life was the opposite, miserable to be a girl about to become a woman of the church without a choice in her life for her to make. Desperately she wanted to leave, thoughts of suicide frightened her however for hell awaited those that sinned. So instead each night the orphan continued to escape into her perfect dreams and one night she wished she could share that dream with another. The being born of this wish was Hollis. He, almost a full man himself, came to wake outside the snowy church. Allured by the sweet dream the young man went to sit by the girl absorbing the warm feelings of sunshine and honeyed bread until her dreams turned to dark nothing. Upon the next morning, the young woman mistook him as a god of winter, dressing him in holly.

First Word(s): Schlaf, mein Fräulein. 

Gender: Male 
Orientation: Sapiosexual 
First Love: Hanna Gunnar 
Love Interests: Dreamers 
Marital Status: Single, not looking 

Priorities: His happiness, while he finds that creating happiness for others may also lead to sweet dreams he can absorb. 
Motivation: Beyond the nature of survival? 

Accomplishments: Was the sole cause of a village during 1304 to die from a sleeping plague. Gave rise to a new breed of vanity nightmares, teeth falling out. Has discovered that honey, in fact, goes well with everything. 
Failures: He is utterly unable to make any kind of food involving lemons. Hollis once attempted at putting himself to sleep. 

Self-Confidence: He is realistic. 

Traumas: Being accused of aiding a witch who served Lucifer escape burning at the stake, Hollis was branded a criminal of the duchy. He had squads of Templars on the lookout for him, being chased throughout the region until finally cornered like an animal. Nevertheless, the solution came swiftly that night and he was forgotten about over time. This has caused in him a deep hatred of the Catholic church. 
Embarrassments: He was once caught in a dream catcher for three weeks. Anything he does that is short of perfection. Hollis does not enjoy others seeing him truly smile. 

Soothers: Anything made with or that tastes like honey. 
Instigators: Religious zealots of any fashion. 

Earliest Memory: A winter forest outside of a catholic church. 
Fondest Memory: The warmth of sunshine and taste of honeyed bread. 
Worst Memory: Being accused of aiding a witch. 
Favorite Dream: The falling kind. 
Worst Nightmare: He’s never had a nightmare. 

Dominant Hand: Left handed 
Known Languages: Old Germanic, Common German, Latin, French, English 
Lures: Sweet dreams and honey. 
Memory: An above average memory, fixated more on emotions than visuals or sounds due to the nature of the dreaming state. 
Phobias: Insomniac's and being burned at the stake. 
Savvies: He is incredibly diligent at his work making sure the phrase, a functioning home is a happy home, a reality. 
Ineptities: Hollis is unable to understand nightmares, more so the feelings of distress or extreme anxiety they cause. 
Temperament: Commonly seen as phlegmatic. 
Musical Instrument: Hollis has some talent with wind instruments, in particular, the flute. 
Hobbies: Reading children’s books. Creating new foods to eat that involve honey and having others try it, even if by force. 
Pet Peeves: Impoliteness or improper social behavior for the circumstance at hand. He finds those unable to adapt themselves a nuisance. 

MBIT Personality Type: ESTJ-A 
Anima: The sleepy sadist. 
Persona: Hollis hides behind gentry charm and wit. 

Logical-Mathematical: Hollis is average in his ways of logical thinking, he might seem below average to some as he relies more on instinct than thinking things through. 
Spatial: This is what Hollis excels at, creating images in the mind (others included) and seeing the larger picture. 
Linguistic: Speaking wise Hollis is able to articulate well but he shines more in his writing.  
Bodily-Kinesthetic: This is extremely controlled, his sense of mind to bodily action is almost always on point. 

Ability: Firstly, Hollis may enter and freely manipulate the dreams of other beings, for good or for bad. This is performed by sitting next to or more commonly astride of a sleeping victims chest, causing a crushing feeling of weight to form. It may asphyxiate someone who does not wake. Secondly, Hollis may lull anyone he physically touches to slumber after a short duration. 
Immunities: Hollis cannot become intoxicated through physical substance nor do common abilities such as hypnosis work upon him. 
Restrictions: Hollis’s invisibility is only limited to when another is asleep nearby. Should someone be under the influence of sleep inhibitors or natural causes such as adrenaline his second ability takes longer to succeed, (or may not work at all.) 

Likes: Taking time for the extra detail. Watching those close to him sleep. 
Dislikes: Sleep inhibitors. Argumentativeness. Dreamcatchers. 

Favorite Animal: Elk 
Favorite Arts: Classical paintings of angels 
Favorite Book: Kinder- und Hausmärchen 
Favorite Color: Dark Green 
Favorite Drink: Warm milk tea with honey 
Favorite Excuse: ”Beauty sleep is important.” 
Favorite Food: Sourdough with honey butter 
Favorite Flavor: Honey 
Favorite Musical Genre: Lullaby’s 
Favorite Song: 03. Once Upon A December - Anastasia Soundtrack 
 
Favorite Mythical Creature: Fauns 
Favorite Pastime: Reading fairy tales or bedtime stories. 
Favorite Quote: ”Schöne Träume.” 
Favorite Season: Winter 

Least Favorite Animal: Cats 
Least Favorite Arts: Graffiti 
Least Favorite Drink: Lemonade 
Least Favorite Excuse: ”I’m tired!” or “I’m bored!” 
Least Favorite Food: Lemons 
Least Favorite Flavor: Sour 

Accessories: A pair of gold trimmed glasses, he seems to use these while reading but it is unknown if he actually needs them or not. Hollis has a standard watch on his right wrist to keep the time. 
Dress Style/Wardrobe: Gently, formal. He is always dressed to impress. 
Equipment: A cellular smartphone and a small set of lock picks. 
Most Prized Possession: A very old, round palm-sized, jar of honey with what appears to be a green human eyeball preserved inside. 

Immediate Family: None, Hollis may consider those he lives with family. 
Close Relatives: None 
Ancestors: Most demons are related one way or another to their own species. 

History: 

Man has always held a fear of the unknown, what they cannot understand they become afraid of and through that opens up anger, jealousy, pride and so on. If a god exists whom is to say but man will always make their own demons. “A daemonibus docetur, de daemonibus docet, et ad daemones ducit.” - Albertus Magnus 

An orphan of the church had such sweet dreams, perfect dreams. Dreams of sunshine and honeyed bread dreams of being a princess, ordinary of youth but it was the feeling they had in these dreams that were so perfect. So vast and fulfilling. Though her waking life was the opposite, miserable to be a girl about to become a woman of the church without a choice in her life for her to make. Desperately she wanted to leave, thoughts of suicide frightened her however for hell awaited those that sinned. So instead each night the orphan continued to escape into her perfect dreams and one night she wished she could share that dream with another. The being born of this wish was Hollis. He, almost a full man himself, came to wake outside the snowy church. Allured by the sweet dream the young man went to sit by the girl absorbing the warm feelings of sunshine and honeyed bread until her dreams turned to dark nothingness. Upon the next morning, the young woman mistook him as a god of winter, dressing him in holly. The young man was given the name, Saint Yule by the priesthood when they found him dressed in holly accompanied by his unusual appearance. Treated like a god himself he was fed, bathed, and celebrated by the church as the days of Yule passed by and into the new year. However. As the new year started to bloom with the buds of spring suspicions of the young man grew, “if he was a saint of winter why had he not left yet?” and before long he was stopped treated as a miracle but as a fraud. The church felt taken advantage of by this boy whom they themselves had made the wrong assumptions of. “An orphan,” the rumors started, “a thief,” they slowly progressed, “a demon.” 

One night upon a sweet summer's eve the young man was caught sitting over the young woman whose dreams were so perfect. She lay restless as he stared nigh blankly down, but, it was not this that caused the priest to tremble in fright. From the young woman’s lips were pulled those sweet dreams, vapors in shades of brilliant sunshine yellows, grassy greens, and baby sky blues, all leaving her towards the young man's own parted mouth. The priest’s lamp crashed to the stone floor and startled both of them; the young woman waking up in a cold sweat unable to lift herself from the bed and the Saint -- the demon, arose swiftly to silence the older man. One after another came to find their end that night, one by one he pierced his hand into their throats upon pure instinct to silence any screams. And by the time he was finished only the young woman, whose dreams would never be sweet again, remained. He returned to her side and spoke his first words, “Schlaf, mein Fräulein.” Sleep, my dear. For the next several decades Hollis cared for the woman upon the secluded church grounds. Of course, pilgrims here and there would come about and he played the part of a Saint well. As the woman aged, Hollis did not. He as a human looked no older than twelve, he was not a man thus naturally those seeking to claim the church for themselves started to show. Priests, bandits, commoners even. Many of them meet ill fates. At the time of her passing, Hollis consumed her corpse. Coupled with expending the energy that feeding upon dreams gave to him he took the form of an adult male overnight, one close to his late twenties and has stayed this way ever since. 

Centuries passed by for Hollis. Wandering from place to place and perfecting the art of invisibly so that others could not see him whilst he ate dreams. For a while, he was savage, consumed by hunger and instinct. However, he was never unintelligent. The savagery waned and he tried to live a peaceful hermits life out in the woods. This, nevertheless, did not sate him. Eventually, he attempted a proper human life. 

(More History Coming Soon)