What Is Your Name?
My character persona is the manifestation of my inner self, my imaginations. This story was written about his past and backstory, from his perspective. All the real-life related objects are real objects, visions and events are also real.
This backstory is the reason why my character is so developed, complex, and highly valued by me. He is a part of me presented into the public as a tangible form.
Backstory
"What Is Your Name?"
Unlike many others, he never remembered himself as a hatchling or a baby. The earliest flashback he could recall was a vision of a sandy beach. He peered through the vision flashing in the darkness, coaxing a hand to dig lines in the soft sand.
After months or years? Or whatever it was called... He realized that there was another world beyond his reaches, bright and colorful. He guided this "Individual" from time to time, influencing actions from scribbles to silly jokes. Compared to his dark world of solitude, this was much more fun. He longed to visit the Otherworld.
Through the guided scribbles, he tried to manifest himself as a form he sees fit... Fuzzy ideas and images from these entertainment pieces known as "comics" or "anime". The best chances he had was using a blue stick named a "mechanical pencil", on these white sheets called "paper".
One day, some images caught his interest. The "dinosaur" things called "pterosaurs". He loved how practical these creatures were, even though they sacrificed their forelimbs for the freedom of flight. While unknowingly fascinated with these experiences, there was something happening around him...
Years passed, and with plenty of these "game" things. Lots of interesting stories and characters to savor. Then came this game called "ARK". It had fascinating creatures and an interesting storyline. He enjoyed the pterosaurs of this game, finally seeing them in action.He sat back and watched, like an endless chain of movies.
Then came wyverns. It piqued an interest and desire like never before, he was in awe of their majestic appearance. He tried imitating a breath attack like one in excitement, but to no avail. Looking around. all he had around him were shadows...
Wait! He just realized that he now has a form. Albiet fuzzy, he recognizes his features akin to a wyvern. A set of wings, pair of legs, a long tail, even a snout connected to a torso by a long neck! He felt the urge to finally fly, and bring him closer to the Otherworld. However when he tried to spread his wings and jump...
Where did these chains come from? His feet were shackled to chains coming from nowhere. Where did those computer screens come from? He had not noticed these changes, because he was so focused on the visions playing in front of him for years. Something doesn't seem right, this never happened in the past...
He thought to himself: "Ok. I can't fly now, but I can still try to visit the Otherworld." He attempted many times, but noticed that the Individual was no longer holding his mechanical pencil. Over time, more chains grew around him and walls sprouted from the ground in four sides, behind a closed door.
Objects fell around him, bringing more chains with them. The vision dimmed as the walls rose taller, and the door grew massive locks and shackles. He could still see the vision, but it was becoming darker. He thought: "What is going on?"
The Individual was losing motivation in his actions, and became quiet. He recalled through the flashbacks of visions. Once, the Individual came across this topic called "depression", and saw horrible things ascociated with that. Back then it was shrugged off quickly. But is this what's happening to him?
Desperate, he tried to converse with the Individual, but with little results. The shackles around him were gaining a suffocating presence, but he managed to catch a glimpse through the dimly flashing vision. It was a view of a mirror. He was horrified to see that the Individual's face has transformed into a blank white mask. This was not his face all this time...
He was running out of options. Even coaxing the Individual's actions now seem like a nearly impossible task due to all the chains burying him. He had to come with something more forceful, something he has not violated all the time he's been around. He saw an opening through the vision with a webpage of stories, and took the chance.
The webpage appeared to be containing a list of "worldbuilding" stories. Putting that aside, his attempt seemed to have worked. Through the faint vision, he could barely catch glimpses of the Individual reading word by word. It went on for days.
On the third day, something happened. The now infinitely high walls shook for a second, when the Individual suddenly decided to create an account on this website thing. After that the words just went on and on.
On the end of that day, something bigger happened when the Individual stopped reading. The Individual started searching for "depression" and "escapism". A large quake shook the room, and every object inside went beserk. One even turned into a monster and started thrashing everything in it's path, leaving only the chains, walls and the locked door untouched.
The window of vision flashed and suddenly widened, offering an easier view for him to see through gaps of the chains for the first time in seemingly forever. He could see the Individual on his knees with his hands on his face, while tears wet everything in contact.
It went on for hours as the floor of the room gradually gave way into a void, swallowing the mess laying around. All that was left was himself, the door, and the chains, all supended in an infinite night sky illuminated by a waning cresent moon.
Everything was silent, but not for long. Deafening smashes buckled the locks and shackles on the door, sending shockwaves that shook the void before it flung open. A blinding flood of light poured in, accompanied by countless colorful lines shaped like wavy curtains. This was something he never experienced either.
A figure with a white mask walked through the door, casting the shadows into the darkness. He looked up after recovering from all that shock, confused of the situation. The figure stopped in its tracks, and they were facing each other.
The figure took out something that appeared as a blue mechanical pencil. Still confused, he reached out and touched it. In a flash, all the chains and shackles around him disintigrated into shadows, leaving his now green eyes wide in surprise.
"You surely have a form already to start with." A voice with a blank tone sounded, with traces of amusement. "It has been long enough, let's get out of here. I've noticed your existence and wishes to visit the Physical world." The Individual muttered as he turned and walked back into the now open door. "As a thanks for waking me up from my ruin, I will show you the path to the other side."
For a second, the Individual paused his steps and asked before continuing : "What is your name? Mine is Juice."
After recollecting his composure and timidly following behind into the light, he spoke for the first time ever:
"SELF. MYSELF. ME'ZELF."