Charlie Doe, Male 18

In the mirror you see the same thing you've seen your whole life. Your brown hair is sticking out in every which direction, making you look dazed as you always do when you wake up. You're wearing nothing but you underwear, and you've got a bit of 5 o'clock shadow going on, but otherwise you don't look too bad, if you do say so yourself.

But enough about you, what the hell was up with that dream?

You can still vaguely recall it, a hooded figure whispering deafeningly into you:

"Your wish is my command,
I place it in your hands,
The power that you hold,
Shall be your mind's to mold."

Honestly, it was kind of corny, and you tried to push it from your mind, but ever since the sun had hit your face, it wouldn't leave your focus.

Anyway, you pull on whatever clothes you find first and make your way out of the house, ready for an interesting day.