|Champion of the Goddess:||Miracelle|
|Motto:||For the love of pie!|
|Guild:||Order of the Monster God|
|Guild Rank:||Chief Master|
|Temple Completion Date:||3 Nov 2014|
|Pet Type:||Double Dragon|
The Extended Chronicles
These are the details of how the hero Keleicea rose to greatness.
Orphaned at a young age, Keleicea was taken in by the faithful priests of the holy temple of Miracelle (unfortunately still wooden bricked), goddess of Light, located in the great city of Godville, in the street where all the other temples are. He was taught Light magic and trained the many arts of temple cleaning, in the hopes that someday he may take the place of the priests which he lived under.
Needless to say, Keleicea thoroughly failed in all his trainings. He preferred to play-fighting with other children on the streets rather than studying the pronunciation of symbols of power, and admired famous heroes who slew terrible beasts, rather than the priests who were quick to pluck out and heal the less famous heroes who failed to slew the terrible beast. Even in his teenage years, his head was full of idle fantasies, in which he was a mighty warrior, capable of defeating monsters and protecting fragile princesses. Occasionally, he would daydream about who his mother and father might be.
The temple priests, of course, grew tired of Keleicea so, when he was legally old enough to live independently, they kicked him out under the pretense of allowing him to do what he had always wanted to do. Thus, Keleicea set in his heart to become the greatest of heroes and immediately signed up for the first quest he laid eyes on, grabbed whatever rubbish -10 weapon he could find, and set out toward unknown lands…
Some time during Keleicea's journeying, he started hearing a voice. No, not the numerous voices he constantly heard in his head, but a voice that seem to always be directly behind him despite there being nobody there. Having a rather limited brain, he couldn't figure out the identity of the voice until it told him. "I am Miracelle, your great goddess, worshiped by your predecessors. I charge you to build me a temple for my honour." Keleicea felt excited at this notion and readily agreed, not knowing what hardships would lie ahead.
Inevitably, Keleicea began to feel rather lonely and homesick. After all, he walked day and night through areas far from anything he knew, surrounded by nothing but the hostility of monsters and occasional trolls. There was a gaping hole within his heart, which he failed to fill with beer. Then, on one return to his beloved temple, he had a brilliant idea, inspired by his inbuilt coding. ‘Why not get a pet?’ The priests had a pet, a giant golden slug, said to be the sacred symbol of Miracelle. Unfortunately, at that time, giant slugs could only be found sold as delicacies, not pets. Keleicea could only return to the wilderness, alone. That was, until one day, while he was resting, battered and bruised, a Santa Claws quietly came up to him and began licking his wounds. Surprised that it didn’t straight out pass out drunk, Keleicea decided to adopt this little bugger. ‘Alright, a pet! I’ll call you Pinkie Pie!’ he said, even though he couldn't have ever watched TV in his life. Well, not quite, since ‘Pinkie’ wasn’t recognised by his dictionary and his goddess refused to let that name have anything to do with pies, he settled for the name Pinky.