Eiji's Characters

by **Eiji** Sun Sep 04, 2016 4:54 pm

“Darkness ensnares all who presume to know their purpose. Light encroaches on the dreams of all who stray too far from reality. Only the those with nothing to lose ever walk the path between the two.”

Ask yourself; who is the most powerful person in the world? Is it the chivalrous knight who spends his life protecting the meek? Is it the fair maiden who has ensnared said knights heart so as to bend him to her will? Is it the esteemed lord who fathered said maiden, and thus has this knight to lead his armies? Is it perhaps another lord, the one with the largest army?
It is none of these men or women. It is I who am the most powerful, the one who tells you the story. You trust me to tell you the truth of the matter, because in essence, you have no choice. Should I wish to make the knight a eunuch, the king portly, or even have them all succumb to poison, I could. He who tells the story, is in charge of history. And he who controls history, shapes the future.
Being a storyteller isn’t as easy as one might think. You can’t wake up one day and decide to tell stories. Who are you going to tell them to? Why should they listen? Even if they do, what power do you have to make them believe you. It all seems so daunting, doesn’t it? But listen my friend. Words… they are power. Words are simultaneously the most subtle and powerful weapon in any mans arsenal. Words alone are the reason that we have evolved to the intelligent creatures we are. Words are the reason I’ve had you so ensnared for the past few moments. If I wished you dead, I could very well have plunged my dagger into your back right now. You’d never have been able to see me coming.
And of course, names. The most important word we are ever taught. Now quick, tell me your name so that I may fold you into this grand tale we call the future. What’s wrong? Don’t you trust me?

Kitt St. Jornur

17 - 5’9 – 139lbs

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Journal Entry 1:

“ I’m not exactly sure where I am. He insists that I call it home, as if somehow that would make the horrors he enacts upon me more bearable. Thank the Stars that I managed to find this journal on the body of one of my ‘brothers.’ God, perhaps I should explain myself, should anyone else ever find this journal. First off, please forgive the color of the lettering. While I was fortunate enough to find a leatherbound journal, a quill ink were not included. This however has led me to two very brilliant realizations! With enough patience, a human rib can become an excellent quill. And with a little ingenuity, the blood of the dead is still a viable ink. But I believe I can hear him coming. Let us hope I can hide this journal.”

Journal Entry 2:

“ I am a terrible writer aren’t I? My name, every story should start with a name. He calls me ‘Blessed Thirty Three.” But the name I was born to is Kitt St. Jornur. I am eternally grateful for this journal, for I fear that had I not written down my own name, I would have forgotten it. It’s hard to really say much about my life, because up until now it hasn’t really been of note. I’m quick fingered when I need to be, and quick of tounge when the situation demands. That’s not to say I take anything I desire, but I do tend to take anything I need. And some days, everyone needs a silken shirt! Though now, I would gladly do with any shirt. Sadly, this brother seems to be running dry. I promise I’ll get back!”

Journal Entry 3:

“ I keep referring to my brothers, but to be honest all the boys around me are strangers. Features are hard to make out down here, and I’m sure the moisture has caused the rot to set in early. But of one thing I am most certain. Every one of the bodies that litter this dungeon could very well be my own! It doesn’t bode well for my longevity. I admit, were it not for this journal, I may have already died.”

Journal Entry 4

“ I’m not sure I’m much longer for this world. I don’t have it in me to tell even you what I’ve been going through. I know the point of a journal is to document, but my body refuses to let me think off the horrors I’ve endured. Some things are better left unspoken. I fear that I could have been so much more helpful, for whatever younger brother is to take my place soon. I can only make a single suggestion. Your life is over, younger brother. You will never escape from him, and you cannot fathom what you are about to endure. Your life was forfeit the moment he set his gaze upon you. Save yourself the agony, and end it all yourself. Do not give him the satisfaction he so desperately desires. In that way, you will at least have victory. Whoever you are, brother, I love you.”

Journal Enrty 5

“ Heaven is not exactly what I had expected. I remember very well sharpening the rib bone into a knife. I remember clearly dragging it across my throat. I can remember the feeling of the blood pouring from my neck, and the peace I finally felt. … Why then am I alive? Surely this isn’t heaven. I have woken nude with nothing on my person save this single curio, this journal. I have a nagging suspicion that this journal isn’t exactly what it seems.”

Journal Entry 6

“ Gods, who am I. I read through these pages and know that I am Kitt. I know that these memories, the memories of Kitt, are the memories of me. And yet… there are other memories. A few at first, but they are growing in number. Exponentially! There is another person, another me. And whoever he is, he isn’t good. I know that’s nonsense, and that there is no such thing as good and evil But I tell you journal, whoever, whatever this other is, they are evil. I find myself slipping into phases that feel completely unlike me. As if I am a passenger in my own life. This “Other” is the driver. I’m not sure what is happening to me, but I know that I must write it down. I must remember that I am not the “Other.” I am Kitt.”

Journal Entry 7

“ I shouldn’t have done it. I was just so hungry, who knew what would happen. The Other tried to warn me, but I didn’t listen. I refused to listen. It was just a chunk of cheese. How was I supposed to know that I would be caught, and how serious the punishment was… I didn’t mean to do it you know? I didn’t mean to kill that man. I was just so afraid of what would happen if he told the guards. And it wasn’t me, you know? It was the Other. I don’t even know how to use a sword. Or well I guess I do, because he does. This is all just too much to take in.”

Journal Enrty 8

“ I hate that I need Him. This Other. He has these …. Abilities. He can change things, the way things are. Make things be a way that suits my means. I’ve been fighting him for so long, that I never stopped to wonder what would happen If I didn’t. It was naïve of me, that much is clear. Whether or not I cant trust this ‘Other’ is irrelevant. All that matters is that if I am to survive, I’m going to need his help to do it. I just hope I know what I’m getting into.