Growing up in the mountains, Ni'näte was subjected to the ketsya regime at a very young age, and served as a ketsya warrior, which is why he developed a very rigid stand, face expressions and motions (remember that the Ketsya are known for being very still to the point of looking like statues!)
The Invitation of Asmodeus into Exandria (cir. 189 Pre Divergence)
Huge thank you to everyone who made EXU Calamity for making me feral enough to do this, and huge thank you also to @saturdaysky for teaching me things about colors so that this could turn out the way it did.
Welcome back! I know everyone has update fever(including me), but I'd like to give this guy his time to shine. Like the last character file, this post is meant to show an insight into Ghost Spice's past and personality. So, without further delay, let's get into it!
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Personality & Early Life
Much like his canon counterpart, Ghost Spice prefers taking action over reasoning with his opponents. He's quick to learn and adapt to his surroundings, but his bold and outspoken nature has gotten him into trouble in the past. His most defining trait, however, is his strength. Many of his fellow soldiers have noted the cookie's strong will and determination, when paired with his physical capabilities, make him a very formidable opponent and an invaluable ally.
Ghost Spice Cookie, then known as Royal Spice Cookie, was the adopted son of King Battenberg Cookie and Queen Treacle Cookie of Great Battenia. He was the sole heir to the kingdom and if things had gone as planned, the next king. But alas, they could have never predicted what came next.
Unbeknownst to many of the denizens, Royal Spice had grown to despise his position in the kingdom. Despite being the prince, many of the royals hated his spicy heritage and often would mock him out of earshot. What's worse, the other spices had to deal with years and years of oppression, while he just got to sit in a palace all day, sitting idly by and looking pretty.
Something had to change.
The Seeds of Rebellion
It began one fateful night. Royal Spice sat in his room, mulling over his lines for some meaningless speech he would have to make. His eyes drifted away from the page and gazed at the endless sky above. How nice it would be for him to just run away from it all... And then he starts to wonder. Why not just run away? He was strong enough, he could become a nomad and brave the wilderness! As he drifted off to sleep, his mind dreamed of what true freedom could be.
The idea began to take over Royal Spice's mind. Many days and nights blurred as he began to scheme his great escape. His fascination with rebellion surfaced with more innocent acts, like sneaking out of the palace at night. During his time away from home, he got to meet others like him. He learned of their struggles, their dreams. Surely he couldn't just abandon them too.
In his spare time he would add more elaborate paths and routes, trying to cover any and all of his bases. The more he wrote, the more he realized that rescuing an entire population of cookies was a lot more complicated than just escaping on his own.
The Great Divide
Days bled into weeks into months. With every new royal decree, more spices began to lose hope. The restrictions and laws began to pile higher and higher. What's worse, the king seemed to have brought someone new into the palace. Someone with very little regard for the lives of the common folk. If there was ever a time to get out, it was now. And Royal Spice knew this more than anyone.
That night, Spice gathered his things and snuck out of the castle one final time. With nothing but a cloak and a map, he ran to the slums of the kingdom, quickly gathering any spice willing and able. He knew from experience that most of the guard would be relocated to the palace for the rest of the night, and the only guards they'd have to worry about were the ones at the gate. Thus began a long and arduous journey.
The spices traveled with only a few lanterns and a map to guide them. No matter how much their feet ached, they all worked to keep silent as they passed checkpoint after checkpoint. Despite the large crowd, they had managed to get a few feet away from the kingdom's gates. That was, before a small yelp could be heard in the back. One of the stragglers seemed to have hit a rock, and had woken up one of the guards. One thing led to another, and soon the group began to run from the entire army. The spice cookies, no matter how fast they ran, couldn't outpace an army, and soon they surrounded them.
For Royal Spice Cookie, this seemed like the end. They would catch him and arrest him for treason. The spices, once they returned, would be watched with a diligent eye, and they would never escape the unjust rule of Great Battenia. It couldn't just end like this! No, he refused to let it end like this.
In his resolution, a voice bellowed out to him. It asked the young prince if he was willing to throw away everything he had, and unsurprisingly he scoffed, asking if this voice was an idiot. The voice, taken aback by the prince's brazenness, laughed before offering to lend him his power... in exchange for his title and his name. The young prince grinned before accepting. As the power began to surge within the ancient, he made a declaration to all present; That he rejected his title as the prince of Great Battenia, and the son of King Battenberg, and would no longer stand for the oppression of his fellow spices.
With a great yell, he stomped, causing a massive earthquake across the land, and separating himself and the other spices from the royal guard. A giant chasm opened, swallowing any soldier that dared approach him. Seeing as the ex-prince had the upper hand, the kingdom was forced to watch as Royal Spice Cookie and hundreds of spice cookies just... left.
A New Home
Days had passed since Royal Spice Cookie, now Ghost Spice Cookie, had made his escape. The spices had traveled miles and miles before stopping and resting in the valley of a nearby volcano. The soul jam of rebellion proved to be a great asset to the wandering travelers, as it had helped them provide food and create shelters for everyone. But no one expected to keep wandering for the rest of their lives, so they decided to turn their temporary stop into their new home.
Together, they managed to transform the area into a small community called Madras Gorge. Here, most of the spices could meet and discuss major events as well as trade and barter with others. Over time Madras Gorge would expand, splitting into several areas made by the different spices. Some would focus on worship and rituals, while others would work on maximizing trade, and others still would train to protect the gorge. These factions would split into tribes, and under the supervision of Ghost Spice, would hold meetings and discuss the future of the gorge.
As for Ghost Spice himself, for his efforts and contributions to the other spices, he would be known as "The Flame of Madras". Unbeknownst to him, Great Battenia had also created several names for the ancient; "The Wild Donkey", "The Phantom Prince", and most prominently, "The Great Divider."
The crown had no intention of letting the one heir to the throne slip so easily, either. Day after day they sent soldiers to try and cross the chasm, to no avail. For as long as Ghost Spice remained, the chasm would forever remain uncross-able to any royals from his old kingdom.
Madras Gorge would continue to flourish, until an outsider from Wholegrainia arrived with a soul jam of his own...
