picture coming soon Many years ago on a somewhat primitive Earth world there were a race of fae known as the aisling sidhe. These entities had no bodies and only existed in the realm of dreams. Their magic made them powerfully psychic and gave them the ability to enter, alter and even create dreams. Many wanted to test these powers in the waking world and wreak more lasting havoc. However, without bodies they were restricted from entering the waking world. They needed host bodies. They knew a procedure, but willing candidates were not easy to find. The ritual took two steps. Consumption of a potion which opened the body to the aisling sidhe while still awake was the first step. The second step, the one that generally turned away candidates, was suicide. The host would take his or her own life only to be revived by the aisling sidhe as a new entity, a blending of the two minds that existed before. Few people cared to lose any part of their identity. Fewer wished to die leaving all hopes of living again on the non existent shoulders of the aisling sidhe who propositioned them in dreams. Finally, though, the aisling sidhe found the perfect candidates. They came upon elves with ambitions as large as their own. They were not as magically endowed as others of their kind and hoped that the meld proposed by the aisling sidhe would give them power to overthrow their leader. A deal was struck. Or so it would have seemed. The first part of the procedure was completed without a hitch and the aisling sidhe lay dormant within their new hosts. However, said host had no intention of dying or giving up any part of their own identities. It was their plan to use the powers of the aisling sidhe against their wills. Had they known it would not work, they might have rethought that plan. But, by the time they realized that the powers they could summon were at best unpredictable and at worst completely uncontrollable, their leader had caught wind of their plans. Not one to take chances, he called in favors from powerful allies and made short work of executing the traitors. Since that time, the Lord of Dreams on this world has granted bodies to his minions to prevent a repeat of the occurance. That should have been the end of it. But one aisling sidhe still existed; one that should never have existed at all. A young, unhappily wed human woman carried that entity in her womb. She'd dallied with one of those hot-headed, rebellious elves only once and had not even considered that there might be consequences. In fact, she did not question her child's parentage until it was born paler than was usual and with slightly tapered ears. It was also born with a shocking lack of any genitalia. An unexpected side effect of his father's unfulfilled pledge; had the ritual been completed the child would have been born normally. As it was, the physical abnormality was only the visible end of it; the first aisling sidhe ever to be born was joined with this child. The woman's husband, enraged, cast her out on the streets where she fell to prostitution. She kept her child, whom she named Francis, for about three years before lack of funds and hunger prompted her to sell him into slavery. As a slave, Francis lost his name and any identity he might have had. As time passed he even lost his memories of his mother. He remembered only bad food, mistreatment and insults. He was bought on the hopes he could be sold as a novelty, but buyers were not interested in the malformed child. It was four years before he was purchased. His new owner was not a man of his world. Something unheard of, yet somehow it was true. It was the first of many surprises for Breagan, as he was now named. His owner explained things to him, explained that he was not a child at all. He was a toy, a plaything. He was not deformed; he was crafted this way. Breagan came to believe everything he was told and endeavored to be something enjoyable to play with. For thirty years, Breagan lived in relative happiness. He was treated fairly well and only punished when he misbehaved. It was much to his disappointment to be told he was broken. His owner liked his pleasure slaves young and supple; at 37 years old, Breagan had become tiring to him. He thought poisoning the thing was easiest, especially since he followed orders without question. Breagan did follow orders without question. He did drink the poison his owner gave him, knowing it would 'terminate' him. He did die that night. But he did not stay dead as was expected. He rose confused and feeling quite inexplicably different. Different enough that he could 'fix' himself and bring his owner happiness again, he thought. Having just tried to poison his slave and watched him sit up, alive and well, was shocking enough. Watching him turn himself to a boy again did not help alleviate that shock. What else could he do? What would he do if he suddenly decided he did not need his master's happiness after all? It did not take the man long to come to a decision. He had to leave Breagan somewhere he would never find his master. A little town called Rosepeak in a country that outlawed slavery on a planet he never visited was the perfect choice. At that is how Breagan came to be found bound and naked, under a blanket, wondering what had become of his master. Breagan was found not by his master but instead by a woman named Ceri who then adopted him. Despite his age, Breagan was often childlike and unknowledgeable so, to Ceri, he was a child. With the care and protection provided by she and her boyfriend Kyle Breagan has developed into a somewhat more mature and more independant person. After time he finally came to actually consider himself a person capable of being free, having friends and even finding love. These days Breagan mostly keeps the appearance of a very tall male Glitterstar Kitty who is mated to Felicity, Glitterstar Kitty of Happiness. In a strange twist of fate Breagan's master did return but was killed leaving Breagan free to live out his life with his love, his family and his new friends.