Regir Chronol's Journal
Regir Chronol is a sapphire blue bear with a pearlescent underfur tone. His eyes are dark blue and change color to represent how old he is, which is relative to his power. His paw pads are the usual black. His power is to alter the age of something or someone by making it younger as it was originally, which is a complimentary power of his older partner, Timler. He can't make things older, but he can keep himself young forever essentially. He likes to be younger than eight to avoid the authorities, and finds comfort in his youth. His real age is eleven, but he never acts it. He's either more mature during serious situations or regresses into infantile behavior when having fun. He also can't seem to toilet train himself, and his parents can't exactly help with it. His overall personality is a very distant one. He has trouble attaching himself to others, for fear of losing them. Here are his journals. Year 40XX, Month 6, Week 2, Day 1Spent the day at three years old, avoiding the authorites who were looking for me. I almost got captured by someone who was wondering where my parents were. After giving them a very discomforted glare, I told them that my parents died in the Market Place Massacre.Maybe that's why I regress into myself. They died when I was three, after all.Getting food wasn't difficult, thankfully. The concerned mother that was playing rescue the lost child was willing to feed me and let me stay at her place. I could only imagine her despair at waking up and finding me gone. I couldn't bring myself to even say "goodbye."I prayed for him again today. His mind is broken, and I want to help him. Year 40XX, Month 6, Week 2, Day 2I was five years old all day. I find that this age is a little better at not drawing attention. In the morning I saw someone who had let me stay at her place before, and she recognized me. I had stayed at her place for a few months so she could educate me in things I needed to know. I disappeared shortly after she taught me this government's laws, how to read, how to write, and how to survive on the streets on my own "if it came to that." She had some experience there.She invited me to her place this time, having a strange suspicion. I'll recount the conversation we had over breakfast."So how is it you're younger than when we first met?" she asked."This breakfast is great, Martha!" I said, desperately hoping I could dodge the question."Don't change the subject, Regir.""What are you talking about?""Why are you younger than when we first met?""Maybe I just shrunk.""Regir." she said in a warning tone."Fine, I can control my age at will so long as it isn't to
make it more than my real age." Terror began to dawn on Martha's face at this point. She was probably wondering about how she treated me in comparison to how old I could actually be."H-How old are you?" she asked."In real time? Eleven. Now? Five.""That's incredible.""One would think...""Oh, come on! What could possibly be bad about this?""I think that, as a side effect, I can't ever be toilet trained. I've hade to steal diapers, and I've actually run out right before you found me again.""So you're wearing your last diaper under your pants?""It's not even dry anymore." I remember blushing here."That reminds me. How do your clothes react to the age change?""Funny thing, actually. They change with my body. Size-wise, however. Nothing more.""Well I can supply you with some. And you can stay here anytime you want."So I now had someone who would lend me a room and supplies. I felt as though I was getting in too deep with her, and feared that something horrible would happen if I let this happen.I forgot to pray today. I'll have to remember tomorrow Year 40XX, Month 6, Week 2, Day 3I spent the day at seven years old. He seemed distressed today. I saw him debating with himself today. For an hour he did this.I remembered to pray today. I hope my cry for help is heard. He needs help. Year 40XX, Month 6, Week 2, Day 4I was nine years old all day. I didn't get the chance to do much because someone caught me. I wasn't being careful. I'm now in custody at some facility. I think this is my last journal.(There is a smear of ink on the rest of the page.) "He's unique. His age changes at his beck and call." said the one. Another replied, "He's so young. How many of his age do you plan on getting?" "Four" "You're a monster." "That's a matter of opinion." the one said...