Once upon a time there lived a powerfull mage, a ninetail, among the Inari. This mage had no brothers or sisters, them having died when he was still less than a yera old, and despite all his power he still longed for that kind of companionship that no might, wits or magic in the world could bring.
Or could it?
And so one day the mage gatered a huge amount of magic suplies, and locked himself into his house, and one year later he came out, caring an item abaut the size of two hands:
(Image: The protecting casing protecting Bokeis paper "body", that is vaugly visible inside in this picture. Yes, i did it myself. Yes, I'm awesome at 3d.)At first it seemed just a cylinder of glass and iron, with wooden ends, but soon it came apperant that the real artefact was a pice of paper rolled up inside: one of the Inari magic caligraphies, abaut the size of a letter, and covered in a thousand and a thousand again of tiny extremly complex symbols.
And so was Bokei created.
At first, it seemd that the spell did nothing but create random abstract patterns of light in the air. But the mage brought it with him evrywere. He talked to it softly, he read aloud to it, he treated it like a child. In fact considering the Inari family structure pherhaps like more than a child.
And soon, objects started to occationaly move nearby it, the paterns became more complex and persistent, and with time they started to resmble objects. At 14 months of age, Bokei spoke it's first word, "white". During the folowing few years, it developed speach as a normal, bright child, cognitive abilities the same, the ability to reliably form images of even complex objects, and to reliably manipulate objects in space. From then on, his childhood proceded to be remarkably normal under the waching eye of his brother/parent the mage, and he developed many habits to help him blend in, such as forming the ilusion of an Inari and use it as an avatar. At adult age, or what must be seen as equivenent, it became apperant that the magic givts given to him by the mage were great indeed, and so was her talent with them. For both Bokei and the mage these decades were happy ones.
But so inevitably the mages days came to an end, and Bokei mourned him for four times four years in lonely meditation. And once that time was past she returned to sociey only to find a hostility ailien to her, for withoute the word of the ninetailed mage as protection many belived her to be but an soulleass object.
And so for over three hundred years Bokei did little but flee, into the world of books, to the company of those few freinds still acseppting of him/her, and into the wildness of nature.
But one by one the freinds moved, or pased away. more and more of the great book were aldeady read, and the countryside explored. And so one day bokei say goodbye to some last remaining freinds, and went into a deep meditative sleep meant to last a decade.
Only seven years had passed however, when one day a thoughless librarian put the strange artefact into a box.
It would be four years untill that box was opened; on the board of the battle of the gods.