(I'm doing second person a la boat trolls because I apparently write better that way now. Who knew?) You aren't human, that much is obvious considering you're completely black and have absolutely no legs. You float. It's fun. And your arms exist entirely for hugging and you have no face. But you can't seem to remember whether or not this was always the case, you say you're a spirit or something else, that's easy to say. But you're not sure. -- Tumblrtopia used to be a really nice place, or at least you remember it smelling nice. You left to go somewhere else for a couple of years, you remember that, but when you returned it was scary. You were conscripted to the Social Justice Paladins, to fight what was said to be the good fight. But you were hurting people, you could see that. You tried to runaway, but something went wrong and all you remember is waking up afraid, on a ship headed far away, with only your own name in your head. Your name is Wes, and you're made of an inky blackness that can change its shape.