Hmm....I am not sure what to say here. He hasn't let me do this before. So, I will start with the basics I guess.
I'm a catling. I look like a younger version of his character in FFXIV. Now add white wings. But, I'm a lot older than every one thinks. But, I won't say how old. You wouldn't believe me. I'm also an Archmage. But I suppose you want to know how I came about, how I was created, imagined up, yes? Ok.
I was separated from Ghostie when he was nine years old. I was taken from him. I remained quiet, and hidden, until he came upon Neverwinter Nights. He went online there, and joined a server called Phoenix Rising. He tried to portray himself into this server, but that didn't quite go to well. He was too serious, mistrusting of people, and the like. Then, he 'imagined' me up, made me a short little kid, it seems like. He has always had a fondness of having a tail, and cat ears, so I got them. Short cherubic catling. People often mistook the Ezekieal character as a kid. Which is understandable, beings as I love having fun, playing pranks, and the like. :D
Over time, he began using less of his character, and using more of mine. Of me. Letting me come out, per se. After a while, he tried to bottle me back up. To kill off the Zeke in Phoenix Rising. The entire population of that server wouldn't let him. They loved Ezekieal so much, that private message after private message asked and begged to not kill that character off. At that point, I was let out for good. It wasn't very often he would get back on his character. I was his outlet. I am, what he should have been.
He has been told a lot, that people are attracted to him for no apparent reason. That there is just something about him, something small, that they want to be his friend. He has no idea why. He just knows that these people want to be his friend, and get to know him better. It may be that I am his guardian angel. His inner voice. Conscience. Personally, I don't believe that. We are all each our own person, and not someone else's voice of reason. Ghostie hasn't had the easiest of childhoods. Sometimes he blames himself for it. Other times, he blames his family. And still other times, he blames the powers that be. But the thing is, he wouldn't be him, if it weren't for all of the hardship. He KNOWS what it's like to go without. To be hungry.
He had a dream once, a while ago. He saw himself, as if I wasn't taken from him. He was doing his laundry at a friends apartment, but he had wings of white. Like an Angel. Through this dream, he always had them. He tried putting on a shirt, but the wings prevented that. Since then, he has felt the wings on his back. Always there. Am I joining with him? No. I, too, have wings of white.
I need to go now, but I'm around. I'm sure there will be questions, so ask Ghostie, and I will see them. Until next time, Bye!
~Ezekieal
The Kitten of Doom
Over time, he began using less of his character, and using more of mine. Of me. Letting me come out, per se. After a while, he tried to bottle me back up. To kill off the Zeke in Phoenix Rising. The entire population of that server wouldn't let him. They loved Ezekieal so much, that private message after private message asked and begged to not kill that character off. At that point, I was let out for good. It wasn't very often he would get back on his character. I was his outlet. I am, what he should have been.
He has been told a lot, that people are attracted to him for no apparent reason. That there is just something about him, something small, that they want to be his friend. He has no idea why. He just knows that these people want to be his friend, and get to know him better. It may be that I am his guardian angel. His inner voice. Conscience. Personally, I don't believe that. We are all each our own person, and not someone else's voice of reason. Ghostie hasn't had the easiest of childhoods. Sometimes he blames himself for it. Other times, he blames his family. And still other times, he blames the powers that be. But the thing is, he wouldn't be him, if it weren't for all of the hardship. He KNOWS what it's like to go without. To be hungry.
He had a dream once, a while ago. He saw himself, as if I wasn't taken from him. He was doing his laundry at a friends apartment, but he had wings of white. Like an Angel. Through this dream, he always had them. He tried putting on a shirt, but the wings prevented that. Since then, he has felt the wings on his back. Always there. Am I joining with him? No. I, too, have wings of white.
I need to go now, but I'm around. I'm sure there will be questions, so ask Ghostie, and I will see them. Until next time, Bye!
~Ezekieal
The Kitten of Doom
