(I guess I'm jumping into the "story circle" again. Here's my introduction of a character we all know and love.)

Black
You don't know me. How could you? I do not exist, really. I'm not allowed to. I am held here, day and night, inside this cold, dark expanse of nothingness. I could scream to get out, but no one would hear me. My voice is not my own. I am trapped. She's in control here and, although she tries, she has yet to convince me to destroy myself. I am stronger than that. I know that, in my heart, I will persevere and escape this prison that stops me from enjoying life as I please. I hate seeing days pass into darkness without being able to experience them for myself. I see through her eyes, I feel the wind on skin that is not my own, and I try to cry but she will not let my tears fall from her eyes.
Why am I suffering like this? What am I being punished for? Nothing, but it's an injustice that goes unnoticed. No one cares about me. I am invisible and faceless. When I try to give myself a face, I am made even more difficult to see. When I try to give myself a voice, I am silenced. She says she knows all about what I want and can never give it to me. I know that it is her fault I am here and she blames herself, but is too proud to admit her mistakes and set me free. She holds so much in. She's restrained even herself to this prison. She's always perfecting it. Always finding new ways to bind other parts of myself away forever. I can assume if she keeps it up there will be nothing left of me. Only darkness. Only oblivion.
Seeing life through someone else's eyes is hardly an admirable thing. People always say that it would lead to a greater understanding of others, but they're wrong. They have never felt the immense horror that comes along with being able to see what is going on around you, but to have no power at all to change events. You have not experienced powerlessness until you have felt the sheer destruction of hope that I feel everytime she speaks. Everytime.
"Hi Marr!" I writhed at her high, placid voice. I wanted to crush her vocal cords in my fingers. Even before I finished my thought she reached out her fingers and ran them through the blond hair of the tall man that was standing in front of us.
"Oh Marr," she began again, "I really like this colour on you."
"Thanks Kalinka, I felt I needed a change."
Change. Again, not something I can do. How could I ever change or learn from my experiences if all of my experiences are hers? It's as silly as assuming that someone can learn life experience by staring at paintings. I'm an observer here. And not a willing one.
She and the man stood still for a moment and chuckled to each other. At that moment, as if from nowhere, something in my own thoughts snapped and I reached a realization. Simply suffering and waiting for her to release me was going to do no good. Nor was trying to make the best of this hell that she has confined me to. No, if I was ever going to escape my restraint, I would have to figure out something else. I would have to make her suffer.
I would make her suffer so much that my punishment here would seem like paradise compared to what I was about to do. I wanted to smile at this, but my lips were not my own.
It did not take me long to decide what needed to be done. It was logical. I had to reverse our positions. I couldn't physically hurt her because that could be dangerous to me as well. However, what if I were to somehow figure a way to destroy her mentally? Or, at least enough to shake her resolve so that I could finally take control.
"But how," I asked myself, even though part of me already knew the answer.
She continued staring at the armored blond man and I continued considering what I should do when suddenly, I was struck with an idea so lucid that I don't know why I didn't think of it before.
I would destroy her friendships. One by one, I would turn her friends against her and then, knowing her as I do, wait for her to feel shameful about this and to give up and grant me the control I deserve.
Out of the corner of her eye, I noticed a green-cloaked young man coming towards us. And, as she smiled obnoxiously, I focussed all the hatred I held for her into one, unified motion and felt a warm sense of joy come over me as I, with great effort, moved one of her fingers up into the air and then down again.
Feeling empowered, I stared with her at the green-cloaked man and suddenly felt delirious at the prospects of my idea falling entirely into place.

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There you go. So, I introduced two new characters here. It's up to you to decide which one we all know and love.

Kalinka "What does the 'b' stand for?" B.