The Human
Alias: Winger
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Nationality: Australian
Occupation: University student
Other abodes: TDF; LiveJournal; DeviantArt
Contact: carleighcat@hotmail.com
I've been an avid reader ever since I was first shown that those little squiggly lines could turn into stories, and I find it easier to list favourite authors than books. So it's not any real surprise that my first introduction to daemons, apart from the standard imaginary friends, was through The Northern Lights (also known as The Golden Compass) by Philip Pullman, scrounged from the library of my primary school. It wasn't until mid-way through high school, however, that I found The Daemon Page in the July of 2005, and subsequently my own daemon.
As a person, I'm...well, to be honest, I'm a little naive. I've lived a happy, healthy, and rather sheltered life, which I don't really mind. Sure it means I'm clueless about the art of ironing, but it gave me plenty of time to just be a child, to nurture my imagination and join strange internet cults. I'm very strongly introverted, conservative, and casual. As a former member of the Girl Guides, I love camping out in the bush, and also enjoy swimming lykwhoa. My dear computer, Lappy, and I are attached at the hip, and one of my favoured past times is roleplaying.
I plan to be an author. It's a largely unrealised dream as of yet, thanks to a penchant for being utterly lazy and procrastinating, but I've dabbled with ideas and have written a few poems and short stories. My other main goals in life are to raise a family, live in New Zealand, and own a succession of cats, ferrets, rats, hermit crabs, and ducks. As you can see, I'm a high shooter.
My current cat, Sasha, simply believes I'm a good pillow.
The Daemon
Name: Kilmaeyon (Kil-MY-yon)
Nicknames: Killy, Kils, Kilsa, Muttface
Gender: Male
Cieday: 7th July 2005
Status: Settled
Form: Coyote (1, 2, 3, 4)
Other Forms Taken: (Common) Cat, ferret, river otter, blue wren, sugar glider, red squirrel, margay (Uncommon) harvest mouse, American mink, mountain goat, chinchilla, tree frog, red fox, New Zealand falcon, meerkat, house mouse, seagull, butcher bird, feather-tailed glider, swift fox, white admiral butterfly, small griffin.
Kilmaeyon is not the most talkative of daemons, nor the most sociable or good-natured. I often relate him to an African wildcat, as he has that same detached confidence so often found in felines. As I've matured over the years, so Killy has adjusted to meet my needs and continue to be my perfect counterpoint. He balances out my emotional outbursts with cool rationality, and wins arguments and soothes fears with blunt logic. He has a healthy sense of humour, if a rather sharp and dry one, and our conversations can be anything from a serious debate on religious issues to a softly snarled argument about my eating habits to a nonsensical rambling on bus seats.
I have never doubted that he cares for me. Like an overprotective big brother, his entire existence seems focussed around my well-being. He functions as guide, advisor, companion, trainer, friend. And he is not something I would like to do without.