Dawned on me I haven't introduced myselves to a great many of the folks I've met through Masto. In case any of you are curious, here's a quick rundown.

HRATHA (female lynx): You are VERY privileged to hear her name. She hid it for years and would only let me refer to her as "LynxOps." She is my oldest intact persona. She showed up when I was 12-13 and tried to convince me this world was imaginary and hers was real. She did not entirely succeed in this thankfully, nor did she entirely fail, thankfully, and over the years she settled into a role as my prime guardian/organizer, then retired and took a role as "that crazy mystic lady in the woods who shows up to help when we need her most."

NOELLE (female unicorn): My second-oldest. Basically Fluttershy before Fluttershy, though lately she's almost more reminiscent of Molly Grue from Last Unicorn-- loving and sad and jaded and brutally honest. Used to have big, big Christian meaning for me, back when I was in my mid-teens and shifting from Naive Fundie Shithead to Compassionate Christian Mystic. That kicked off a tradition of Noelle serving as the container for whatever ideology I've most recently abandoned. She stayed Christian for years after I went agnostic. She suffered hugely during the Seattle fallout and was essentially in traction for a couple years. Now she's making a full recovery (of which y'all were a huge huge part), and her current role is "big perv" now that my libido has waned and I've gone borderline ace.

RUBIN/KIRSCHBAER (male/femme-neuter raccoon): Third-oldest, showed up during one of my very first self-hypnosis/meditation experiments, just... kinda hangin' out at the top of the mountain stream I was visualizing. Didn't make any effort to imagine them at all, they were just kinda there. Rubin was a screaming hippie and represented my flower-child radical side. Kirsch fulfills a totally different role, a mad scientist who provides my otherwise very weak capacity for emotional detachment. Kinda evil in a fun way. She's probably responsible for most of my trolling shenanigans. =(^).(^);=

SALAHUDDIN/REZEYA (male/female tiger): You already know that second motherfucker. She's my front-end, the big mean snuggly moody Martian kitty! Empress* of Mars! Sala is canonically her great-uncle, a heretical Marxist-Muslim mystic and adventurer, a proto-Martian culture hero. Sala came from a glorious moment when I was in the Cleveland Flats late at night, clubbing with some friends from college. There were some very macho and aggressive fratboy types out on the streets, and I dealt with the intimidation by imagining myself EIGHT FEET TALL, fuckin' untouchable, and towering with indifferent calm and poise. The tigers are my attempt to deal with the fact I can be a twitchy, loud, bitey mess with terrible impulse control no matter how kind my intentions are. They are a gentle warning: we are basically Hobbes. You might get cuddled but we can't absolutely guarantee you won't get mauled if you start hassling us. THE WARM FUZZY BELLY IS A TRAP.

Oh, and Martian Tigers came 100% out of an attempt to annoy @acetone_kitten's pseudo-Canadian anarchosocialist mooncat character. It succeeded. It was awesome. =^_~=

Those are my Main Four, the core. Others come and go, but all have voting rights on The Council.

ALBA (female cat): Transfeline, born as a rabbit. Was a Tapestries character I used to explore some of my trans leanings metaphorically. She was based on Eduardo Kac's "GFP bunny" art/genetics project. (Look it up, should still be out there. Crazy story.) Ended up one of the aforementioned mooncats. Still love her anyway. :) Very organized and focus-minded and helpful, exceptional administrator, basically my Barbara Gordon.

ENMERKAR (genderqueer dragon): Big pedantic jerk who lives in the Library of Babel (from Jorge Luis Borges's story). Loves the shit outta Peganthyrus, who is the ONLY creature they will allow to have a permanent portal into their library basement lair. Spends a lot of time flipping through grimoires muttering real curses at people he doesn't like. Don't believe a word he says-- not because he's a liar, but because he lives in a RANDOMIZED library with history books from all over the multiverse and gets more than a little confused about what's real here sometimes.

LAIKA (female dog-revenant): Feh, you nyet know Laika? She go to space, she die, she come back. Is fine, you get used to smell. Mind own business, capitalist imperial gangster human. Laika once wery evil, spend week in Glorious People's Revolutionary Stereolab Dungeon, come back, how you say, the chaos good. Laika still nyet say where she bury bodies.

POIUYT (gender-indeterminate jackalope): Little fae kid, one of the Great Jackalope Mother Oaraeu's infinite unreal children. Don't see much of 'em, but they're in here! Wish I knew 'em better. Cute, precocious, friendly trouble.

PNOIKELUR (as-yet-unknown lammergeier): I... don't really know who this dude is yet. I don't even know where their name came from. They show up now and then during psychedelic experiences. They seem friendly and benevolent enough but they have a dark aspect that I don't know what to make of. Might be a death god. That's fine, been ready since I was 12. *shrug* But if you're my psychopomp, could you get me another 20-30 years? I really need to keep an eye on this dragon.

ASTON (neuter marten): Yes, it's an Aston-Martin. I do not apologize. This is my Head Lawyer. Good critter, short and pudgy green Jovian weaselthing from the 12Fold universe. (Jovians are basically "how I would fix libertarians into decent people if I had infinite worldbuilding credits." Stupidly ethical and cooperative laissez-faire society.) Thick Brooklyn accent. Utterly fair and impartial. Tact of a runaway Peterbilt truck.

LAUDANUM (genderless cosmic yuck): Dead. I'm glad. They were an echthros. (See the Wrinkle In Time series.) Infested with the damn things for years. Nasty thing, slimy grey-green and covered in eternally hungry, sad mouths. Unable to feel anything but numb despair or cruel ironic pleasure and the need to spread them. Don't even know when we finally killed it. I only just realized today, "Wait... Laudanum's gone." I think dragons are innately toxic to echthroi. Noelle probably gave it a good hoofing when I wasn't looking too. <3

BRILL (female human/canine amalgam): The new girl. Evil-thing-hunter from a Hellmouth-like horror town. (I refuse to say "monster-hunter," like being a monster somehow makes you fair game.) Merged with her childhood Aussie Shepherd buddy. Ruthless caregiver, heart of iron. Punky and butch, probably has at least one side of her head shaved. Got me through raising two rambunctious kittens in a very small apartment. A drooly-tongued saint.

There have been others, but they are rare sightings and elude me at the moment. Sorry, guys! Present yourselves and I'll make sure you're counted!

@zebratron2084 ... Poiuyt sounds uncannily like Leslie, one of my favorite people on SpinDizzy that I don't see nearly enough, this androgyne fairy child in a bunny costume(?) who gets so adorably cross when the adult world isn't orderly the way a precocious kid figures it should be. Intensely kind, to the point they're a little intimidating.