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17. What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?
[Content warning for emotional and sexual abuse.]
I think he'd agree with me that the worst thing I've put him through is his 49 years of imprisonment prior to his arrival at the Temple of Bhaal. Five decades of all-but-solitary confinement would be a physically and psychologically devastating experience for anybody; for a person as energetic and stimulation-seeking as Ghost is, it might as well have been his own personal hell.
And that's not even taking into account his captor, the anonymous priest who served as his sole companion and point of access to the rest of the world during that time. The priest was sought out for this particular task because of his mastery of behavior-controlling enchantments (think of spells like dominate person). Under the priest's tyranny, Niro's ability to control his own actions was a privilege, not a right; it was a privilege Niro frequently lost.
The priest subjected Niro to countless humiliations while he was under the sway of such magic, and after the first several years, he stopped trying to hide the degree to which he derived sexual gratification from this. Though he stopped short of ever daring to attempt physical contact with Niro, he frequently punished Niro's transgressions by forcing Niro to put on strange erotic performances for the priest's entertainment.
It would, perhaps, have been easier if Niro could despise the priest wholeheartedly. He often did despise the other man, but he also depended on him; the priest was his only companion, the source of treats and gifts when he was well-behaved, and a much-needed alleviation of his boredom.
Even the most monotonous, irritating, or detestable conversations with the priest were more interesting than being alone in his cell again. But their conversations were often not monotonous or irritating. The priest was a clever, quick, and irreverent conversationalist whom Niro couldn't help but find entertaining. But he offered more than conversation. He also educated Niro, albeit in sporadic, largely impractical ways; nevertheless, Niro—who was starved for things to think about, alone as he was in his lightless underground cell—craved the education.
Niro couldn't read due to his poor eyesight and his early-life resistance to schooling, so the priest read aloud to him, primarily from selections from the canon of great Elvish literature: poetry, dramas, ballads, and novels. The priest read his favorite texts to Niro frequently enough that Niro memorized entire sections of them; the two of them could recite alternating lines of plays back and forth, the priest reading from his copy of the text, Niro working from memory.
He hated to show how much he enjoyed the priest's visits. He hated that he did enjoy the priest's visits. But oftentimes he did enjoy it. For his world was so desperately small, and the priest was just about the only interesting thing in that small, dark world. So he hated the priest, and he liked the priest, and he craved the man's attention and approval, and he hated himself for doing so.
It would, perhaps, have been easier if he could have simply hated the priest.
