Duke of Malfi -

Day 1: The first thing I remember was waking up in a wooden box and - after a few terrible incidents - ending up in the Paper Cabin. Apart from what had just happened to me, my memory was (and still is) completely void. I knew not my age or place of origin or occupation or even my name. There was no information to be found inside my mind. Only a hunch, that the world I was about to roam was not my own.

When I left the Cabin, I felt the urge to examine my clothes. I looked down on the suit I still wear today - it didn't ring any bells. Then, I realized I had a hat on and reached for it. Quite a shock there: nothing was coming out of my sleeves! I checked inside my shirt and saw nothing there either! As I was completely ignorant of the MD world, my invisibility made me feel somewhat... unique!

Another discovery was waiting for me inside the hat, when I examined it: a red little tag that read "The Duke of Malfi". Didn't ring any bells either. Was I a Duke? I could just as well be someone who had stolen the Duke's clothes, for all I knew... And where would Malfi be? I had no clue. And that's how I started off exploring this world: clueless.

My initial intention was to use the Duke's title in order to get better treatment but I soon found out that there are no Dukes in MD – only Kings – nor is there any respect for such titles. Still, I kept it as a name, as I had no other to go by...

The last discovery about myself, I made ten days later. People had been passing me by without seeming surprised. At first, I thought a walking suit would not be considered strange in a place like this. But one day, I came up to a rather shabby-looking fellow and asked him if he could see my face. He told me to “go sobber up!” Further inquiries led me to the conclusion that I was invisible only to myself! Myself was only invisible to me! I still don't know why that is and it still startles me whenever I look down on my hands or try to see my reflection in the occasional water puddle.

There's only one thing that I know for sure: This world is not my own. And perhaps, it will not help me remember my past, true self or my former life. New experiences will forge me into a different person. Every day in here is killing what I' ve been and giving birth to what I'll become.

Day 214, Year 6: Today I tried to get people to describe my face to me. It won't work. They seem to be avoiding it like hell. Perhaps there's something wrong with my face... Hope I'm just ugly and not a monster of somekind.

Year 10: I fell into a deep sleep for nine years. I could now see my own skin. I even took a look at my face in a water puddle. Nothing hideous there. So, I'll keep up looking for whatever Malfi is, in order to find my past. Because without a past, I could have no future either.

I'm not much of a fighter. I prefer exploring new places, making maps and solving quests. I am also intensly interested in the history of the realm.

Whenever I explore desolate places, I go slightly crazy (that involves talking to myself, mostly) so I sing, in order to remain sane. I have no idea where or when I learnt the songs I sing.