Y Character Descripts



Note: This system has since been improved. This post is still here as a record of that previous system.

With this specific book, I have to admit that I misplaced my original lists. So, I rewrote them for this post. If I somehow missed anything, then it was not intentional.



Distant, Daydreamer, Close to magic / affected by magic

Strengths: Knowledge, Loyalty of Parnih

Weaknesses: Obliviousness vs knowing, Hard to get close to (distant), Burdened by her dreams

Physical descript: Slightly shorter than average, with light brown/blonde hair cut to shoulder length. Has green eyes. Likes wearing blues and greens.

Backstory: (including this here would spoil too much)



Loyal, Suspicious, Protective

Strengths: Loyalty, Protectiveness, Willingness to do any task (or carry any burden) to help his sister

Weaknesses: Suspiciousness, Loyalty, Does not know anger until it comes to him

Physical descript: Taller than average, yet not too tall. Has dark brown hair with the occasional freckle, and has the type of build that supports athleticism, yet has not taken the opportunity to improve that ability. Likes wearing darker colors, especially browns and blacks.

Backstory: (including this here would spoil too much)



Talks too much, Passion, Confidence, Quest for Assiyara (what we seek in life / purpose in life)

Strengths: Passion, Agility, Confidence

Weaknesses: Lack of understanding of certain emotions, love of Lyva, Suspicious only if confronted with suspicious nature (Parnih), Temper, Is sometimes (often?) reckless

Physical descript: Unkept dark brown hair usually hanging around his face. Lighter skin, with a clustered line of freckles crossing his nose. Wears a blood-colored jacket that fits loosely and appears to be a few sizes too big. Other than that, he prefers to wear dark clothing since it shows less dirt and needs to be washed less often. The most obvious thing about his appearance is the fact that he does not wear any shoes.

Backstory: Ran away from abusive home when still a little kid. Continued running, until he heard about Assiyara. He liked the idea, and began his own a quest to discover it and prove its existence to the world.

[The Case of the Missing Shoes]


Levia (“Leh-veye-ah”)

Distant, Daydreamer, Not studious

Strengths: Survival, Distance (because of distant trait)

Weaknesses: Daydreams and sleeps often, His father’s control, Hard to get close to (distant), His attraction to Lyva, and how much they have in common

Physical descript: Medium height, light blonde hair. Lighter colored skin, with some freckles. Likes to wear greens and browns. Has brown eyes.

Backstory: Has always lived under the control of his father, the high magistrate. Learned to distance himself as a defense mechanism at a young age, until it became a part of his personality. Often escapes into the world of daydreams, and sleeps a lot because he has always preferred the world of dreams to the world of reality.



Strong, Morals, Value of choice

Strengths: Morals, Physical strength and abilities, Magic

Weaknesses: Willing to go against anyone to follow own morals, Hard to get close to

Physical descript: Older, middle aged. Dark brown hair, almost black. Tall, not too opposing appearance. Otherwise, average enough to easily disappear into the crowd. Likes to wear the color blue.

Backstory: Is close to the high magistrate, will do whatever he is told unless it contradicts his morals. Was born outside of the mystics city, became a mystic blood-child by passing the tests. Prefers not to hold regrets because of how much he misses his previous family.


High Magistrate

Strong, Power-hungry, Overly protective and controlling of his son

Strengths: Knowledge, Power that already has

Weaknesses: Temper, Control, Hungry for power, already has power yet is unsatisfied with how much he does have

Physical descript: Average looking, not too tall and not too short. Middle-aged, older than Shar. Is disappointed at hair beginning to turn grey from dark reddish-brown. Mentally, has a very imposing self. Likes to wear the color red because it reminds him of violence and bloodshed, which he sees as ways of attaining control.

Backstory: Has always done whatever it takes to achieve power, no matter the consequence. A previous consequence was the death of his mother, yet he does not regret his own actions. If anything, this only made his desires and convictions stronger.  If someone dares to insult his mother, or refer to her death in a negative way, then they will not survive the hour. If the other person is a mystic, then their death will be swiftly arranged.

The Personified and Other Beings That Cross Over


The personified beings are a particular type of recurring character that are not bound to one particular world, so this post is mostly a record of their appearances and an explanation of the parameters I set for them in my settings. I realize that I am not the only writer to create a type of personified being, and I am also probably not the first to lay out particular parameters for them in my multiverse. At some points, I’ll add more details about other creatures that cross settings, like the deonyt (“deh-o-neet”).

The personified beings are unique entities who travel between worlds. They have indefinite lifetimes with the ability to grant indefinite lifetimes at will. The indefinite part means that they have no idea how long they will live and if they can die; they could live for only a few days, or forever. This lifespan comes with the price of being controlled and dominated by that which they personify. As long as war exists in a world, the personified being of war can exist in that world. If war is gone from a world, the personified being of war must go to another. As soon as war no longer exists in the multiverse, war will cease to exist as a personified being (this would essentially mean their death).

Here are a few examples taken from Raja (draft form):

“Destruction is filled with an undesirable urge to leave everything in ruin. He must destroy all that anything creates. Creation is impossible for him as destroying is his fate.”

“Strife is locked in constant battle. His internal demons each struggle for control. None of these volatile combatants have any obvious purpose, other than combat and desire for control.”

The personified beings each have two forms: a released, uncontrolled form, and a form that resembles humans. The form resembling humans gives the being the most self-control. They are obviously still held by that which they personify, but they have the opportunity to develop their own personality, which could include characteristics separate from that which they personify. This is only as long as those characteristics do not contradict what they personify. They will never be free, but they can have the appearance of being human. Their sanity and quality of life in this form all depend on their individual ability with self-control (and on how strong that which they personify is in the particular world they are inhabiting at the time).

The released form is when they are the most dangerous. It is when they have lost all control, which causes them to fall to the mercy of that which they personify. They become overwhelmed by it, to the point of temporarily losing any individual characteristics from the human form. While in the released form, they have a very different appearance that depends on that which they personify. However, the released forms do have certain characteristics in common. For example, there will be a strong energy and an intensity in the air.  Often there is an explosion of colors, faces, and voices in an amorphic existence. The form appears uncontained, often nearly non-corporeal. Sometimes they can be forcibly hidden in a cave or underground area. Anyone within a certain distance from them will feel on edge, usually with this feeling becoming stronger if they move closer to the released form. The personified beings can still communicate with the outside world, just without any self-control in what they say or do. In this form, they are entirely under that control of that which they personify.

There are two ways for them to leave the released form. First, that which they personify may become weaker in whichever world they are in. This causes their released form to lose energy, which causes causes the possibility for the individual to break through (and forcibly return to the human-resembling form). The other way is for an outside being, such a powerful mystic in the [World of the Mystics] to use some sort of power to force a control over them. This is rare, and extremely difficult. For a mystic, for example, it would take at least a decade (probably more) from their life.

The personified beings are affected by the status of that which they personify. For example, if War appeared in a world that had nearly eliminated any form of war, then he would grow very weak. This is also the only known way to kill a personified being: to entirely eliminate that which they personify from the multiverse. They would suffer death by ceasing to exist. It would not be a dramatic, painful suffering. Instead, their existence would suddenly cease.

For another example, if Strife appeared in a world with fighting conflict, and distrust everywhere, then he would become overwhelmed to the point of either becoming extremely powerful, or extremely dangerous in his released form. If he entered that world unprepared, or from existing in a weakened state, then he would be forced into his released form. This would only provide strength and uncontrollability to that which is personified. In other words, Strife entering that world, and being forced into his released form, would create more strife in that world.

Each personified being takes the name of that which they personify. It is possible to have more than one being personifying the same thing, even though this is extremely unlikely. A soul can become a personified being after dying, but only if their death is because of that which they personify, and is their life was greatly impacted by it. Even then, this is extremely rare because the personified beings themselves are extremely rare.

Personified Beings that have appeared in my writings:

Strife (various, mainly Raja (draft) and Storyteller (unpublished))

Chaos (various short stories, unpublished)

Death (various, mainly Raja (draft))

Destruction (various, mainly Raja (draft))

Sacrifice (various, mainly Raja (draft))

War (various short stories, unpublished)

Poison (various short stories)


Please read the blog post [here].

Pages: 106

Word Count: 26k

Publishing Date: September 4, 2013

Note: I will admit that Y has some technical issues, and that my writing style has greatly improved since it was written. I wrote Y while I was still in high school, and published it soon after. I have decided to keep this page here as a record of its existence. If you still want to read this work, it might technically still be available for purchase (despite my best efforts to make it out of print). I just won’t be marketing it. For more information, see [In Retrospect].


Y is the first book that I have written. So, for me, it will always have a special place in my memory. At 106 pages and 26k words, it is also shorter than most novels, at more of a novella length. I chose to self-publish this book when I was 18 years old, and there is a story behind writing it:

During the first semester of my senior year of high school, I took a creative writing class. Sometime around then, I realized that, if I worked towards it, then I could finish one of my stories by getting it to novel length.  At first, I was going for a longer length, until I realized that it ended well at 26k. So, it remained at this length.

When I made the decision to finish one of my stories, I searched through my previous drafts and partially-started ideas until I found one that inspired me, and that I thought would have the most potential. What I actually found ended up being what I had titled the ‘Y’ chapters, and the first few numbered chapters. (These were in the same folder, even though I am unsure if they were originally meant to be together or not.) I realized that the idea had potential, so I worked with it and added more to it. I wrote new chapters when I could, and typed them in the evenings. Then, I printed out the typed versions afterwards so that I could edit them in groups of a few chapters at a time.

I continued writing and editing when I could, even in the second semester of my senior year. I was finally able to finish that portion of the work over the summer. Then, I convinced my mother and a family friend to read over it for me, so that I could correct any mistakes that I may have missed. After that was completed, and after certain selected changes were made, I chose to self-publish the story.

The book itself is only about 106 printed pages, and about 26k words. Even with its shorter length, I am glad that I was able to finish and publish it. I wrote the story because I wanted to, and because I enjoyed writing it. The summary ended up as what is mostly an excerpt, yet I decided that the words themselves show the story better than any summary could.

Also, I chose to go with self-publishing because it was written for the enjoyment of writing, not for marketing or profit. Yet, I would still like for people to read it. My story is titled Y because of those original chapters that I found. They kept their original letter titles in the finished work, instead of the numbered titles that were given to most of the other chapters.



It began with a dream. . .

“There she stood, facing the mirror. Her long, red hair fell towards the floor with the appearance of fire. The woven curls swirled with hues of red and orange. These colors appeared to dance through her hair like the colors of flame. A golden border around the mirror shown brighter than the mirror itself. The girl faced that mirror, yet her expression remained unseen.

“She was far away, yet Lyva could see her clearly. An old, green dress held itself upon her skinny limbs. Her hands must have been clasped before her. The skin and face remained unseen.

“For a currently unknown reason, Lyva simply knew that the girl needed help. Quickly, she ran down the long hallways towards her. The silver, metal walls seemed to stretch and twist. They gleamed and shined eerily around her. The sun was nowhere to be seen. Somehow, the red-haired girl appeared to be moving further away. Fear began to fill her mind, as Lyva realized that she would never save the girl. . .”

So begins this story. Our heroine, Lyva, and her brother, Parnih, must set out on a quest for the missing stars, and to find an answer to Lyva’s dreams.


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Y Excerpt



There she stood, facing the mirror. Her long, red hair fell towards the floor with the appearance of fire. The woven curls swirled with hues of red and orange. These colors appeared to dance through her hair like the colors of flame. A golden border around the mirror shone brighter than the mirror itself. The girl faced that mirror, yet her expression remained unseen.

She was far away, yet Lyva could see her clearly. An old, green dress held itself upon her skinny limbs. Her hands must have been clasped before her. The skin and face remained unseen.

For a currently unknown reason, Lyva simply knew that the girl needed help. Quickly, she ran down the long hallway towards her. The silver metal walls seemed to stretch and twist. They gleamed and shined eerily around her. The sun was nowhere to be seen. Somehow, the red-haired girl appeared to be moving further away. Fear began to fill her mind, as Lyva realized that she would never reach the girl.

She ran faster. Her tired legs pushed harder. The walls began to twist more violently. The girl would be forever out of reach.

Waking suddenly, Lyva could feel the quick beat of her heart. It seemed to skip and thump quicker than it should. The sound rang in her ears as her eyes quickly opened. Soft sunlight streamed through the window; it was time for the day to begin. Slowly, she turned and raised herself to sit at the edge of her bed. Her soft feet floated down to the rough, wooden floor. Lyva slipped them into her shoes as she paused to think.

Why do I have these dreams? She asked herself quietly. No answer came as she began preparing for the day.



In the small, quiet village of Yena’a, many years ago, a young girl went missing. No one knows why, or how. She simply vanished. Without any clues to her whereabouts, the villagers eventually gave up hope. Many of the older members of the village still remember growing up with the stories of a beautiful red-haired girl, whose hair fell towards the floor with the appearance of fire.



Beautiful, tall sailing ships drifted past. Their wooden masts reached upwards, towards the sky. This lazy river floated sluggishly towards the horizon.

Bright, green grass adorned both riverbanks. Many people held authority over their own tasks while few others wandered about lazily.

“Still dreaming?” Parnih asked. Without even glancing at her brother, Lyva nodded. The two of them were to be found near the river’s edge. He stood slightly behind her as she sat idly. Her comforting eyes stared calmly at the river before her; she was simply there to watch the world go by. Then, her brother had come to join her.

“They should not haunt you like that. You should be able to sleep in peace. Maybe, if you talk to someone, then they may leave you.” he suggested. Concern was obvious in his voice; he cared for his sister deeply.

This time, Lyva did not answer him. Instead, she continued to gaze across the river. On sunny days such as this one, Lyva often sat here to be alone with her thoughts. Daydreams often joined her. They showed her magnificent tales of wonders and exotic places. She sometimes even let her daydreams consume her. Yet, some days, like today, her brother joined her.

“At least think about it. Okay, Sis?” Parnih asked as he moved to sit beside her.

“I’ll think about it.” Lyva promised as they watched the world sail by.



Many years ago, in the village of Yena’a, the mother of the missing girl never gave up hope. She searched constantly, even after the others were forced to give up their own hope. The mother continued searching. She continued searching forever.



Days passed. Weeks passed. Months passed. Still, the dreams continued. Still, they haunted her. Always, Lyva failed to save the girl. Always, the girl’s face remained unseen.

As time passed, Lyva began to accept the dreams. They became a part of her, as she began to feel like she herself was an important part of them. Over time, she even began to acknowledge the dreams as a part of her own existence.

Then, one day, everything about her life and the lives surrounding her was changed. Yet, most people would never know the reason why. Some might not have even noticed the change. Yet, it was there. It had changed. So, everything had changed.

All of the stars had disappeared. Only the pale, twin moons remained as a light in the darkness, and in the emptiness, of the night sky.



Years passed. Day after day, the mother searched. She never gave up hope. She never wavered. She never forgot him. His presence never left her mind. She caught glimpses of him everywhere. He was always there, wherever she searched.

He must have taken her long lost daughter.



Lyva and her brother were amoung the few of the village to notice the missing stars. They would usually gaze at the stars often; they enjoyed watching them. The other villagers were either too busy or did not care enough to look at the night sky.

At first, Lyva and Parnih stayed awake to search for them in the night sky. Yet, only the darkness greeted them within the vale of the pale, twin moons. So, soon they gave up hope of ever rediscovering them. Now, they turned their attention towards the search for answers. They wanted to know the reason why the stars had disappeared. Yet, many of the villagers remained entirely oblivious.

No answers came. Parnih listened in on conversations in the village and questioned travelers. Lyva watched the world around her as she listened. In the mornings, when they could, Lyva and Parnih searched through the old books. Still, no answers came.

That was, at least, until the mystic one of magic came. She wandered into their lonely village one day when the sun was just starting out into the morning sky. Frizzy, grey-white curls rose from her head. Deep ridges lined her face. A dark, purple robe clung loosely to her skinny frame. Old, worn-out sandals shielded her feet. She was obviously older and well-traveled, yet the villagers openly questioned her sanity.

Bits of prophecies spewed from her mouth. She yelled and screamed them with the full force of her lungs. At first, villagers refused to listen to her. To them, she was worse than the disgusting filth of the earth. They had refused her.

In spite of them, the woman sat in the village square each day, yelling from dawn to dusk. Any attempts to remove her had failed, so there she remained. Her bits of prophecy lacked any coherence to them. Often, she told of doom and destruction. Yet, then she spoke of health and roses. Sometimes, she spewed tales of false idols. Other times, she sang joyously of the triumphs of man. Her voice rose and fell like the sides of mountains. Her pitch swelled and swayed like the joyous waves.

Like the others of their village, Lyva and her brother refused her at first. Yet, then they heard her speak of the disappearance of the stars. Now, the people of their village were no longer oblivious to that which had occurred. Some of them even dared to listen to this unusual woman.

Lyva was amoung them.



Lyva was one of the few to willingly show her interest in the unusual woman, even after the mystic spoke of the stars. She began to sit in front of her in the village square so that she could listen eagerly. Few people joined her.

Of the others who did join her, Lyva was the only one to sit there faithfully each day. Others would come and go, yet Lyva remained. Her eyes betrayed her eagerness and her attention remained focused. Day after day, she listened. Day after day, she searched for understanding. Day after day, she felt as if she was reaching and sorting through more and more of their vague universe.

Lyva did everything she could to decipher the meaning behind the mystic’s words. The bits of prophecies played through her mind and occupied her thoughts. Her memories danced with them as her soul searched for answers. Whenever she was close, something else forced her away. Yet, somehow, Lyva knew that the mystic was trying to tell her something of importance.

One day, her brother confronted her on the way to the village square. He did not want to argue against her, yet someone needed to be sure of his sister’s own sanity.

“Lyva, I need to speak with you.” he said to her.

Carefully, she stopped walking and turned around to face him. She waited silently and patiently for him to find the words.

This was when Parnih’s plan was lost. He had meant to reason with her logically and be sure that she was alright. Instead, he simply said what first came to mind:

“Why do you listen to that woman? What can she possibly tell you?” Parnih asked.

“Everything,” Lyva answered quickly. Her expression remained calm and unchanged. She still waited patiently with her ears held ready to listen.

“What do you mean by everything?” Parnih asked. He did not understand.

“She can tell the secrets of the universe, the wonders of the galaxy, and the unknown facts of man. All we have to do is listen, then decipher her prophecies in order to reach a higher understanding.” Lyva stated calmly.

There was a slight pause, as if Parnih was considering his response. He had never expected for her to say such a thing. Then, suddenly, he thought of his way to answer her.

“Are you still dreaming?” he asked. Concern showed in his eyes as it echoed through his voice.  He obviously cared for her deeply.

There was no hesitation in her voice; she knew just what to say. So, Lyva answered quickly:

“Yes, but the dreams are better now. I finally have a chance at understanding them.” she said.

Lyva then turned and resumed walking towards the village square. To her, the conversation was done. Parnih stayed where he stood. Quickly, he began to recite a quiet prayer for her sanity and their safety.

He did not follow her.



The mother began to pursue him relentlessly. Every time, when she was close, he eluded her. He was always just beyond her reach. She always followed him. The mother always pursued him. She would never allow herself to fail.