Name: Santa Claus
Also Known As: Father Christmas, Kris Kringle, Saint Nicholas...
Age: As old as the legends say
Gender: Male
Species: Elf? Spirit?
Position: Head of his workshop. Come on guys, it's Santa.
Power(s): Flight, magic bag, knowing every single person in all the worlds - he's very wise? But he can do almost anything. He can be everywhere at once by magic. Locks and doors and bars are no problem.
Weapon(s): Why would he need them?
Picture(optional): 
Appearance: Accounts of Santa Claus say that he is an old man. He wears a long red coat with white fur trim and has a round belly (like a bowlful of jelly) that jiggles when he laughs and he laughs a lot. Santa has a loooong white beard, dimples, and sometimes spectacles. His pants match his coat: red with white trim. Black boots and gloves and belt. And finally to top the whole thing off he's got the classic Santa hat. A red cap with white fur trim that tapers into a point with a white fur ball on the end.
St. Nicholas looks pretty much just like him. So does Kris Kringle. So does Father Christmas. There are slight variations.
Personality: Santa Claus is a jolly fellow who appreciates a good joke and works hard to spread cheer and happiness around. Especially during the harshest time of year, which is in winter. Things are bleak and desolate then.
He's endlessly generous, but it's not about the gifts or the stuff and it never was or will be. It's about the
spirit of giving, and about making dreams come true. It's about the look on a child's face when he sees a brand new shiny bicycle waiting just for him when his parents told him time and time again they couldn't afford it in the shop. It's about the squeal of joy the little girl gave when she discovered that chemistry set she always secretly wanted but got dolls (which were nice too) and dresses instead. It's about the holiday feast when families settle down for a long dinner, all together when the snow and cold are outside. It's the magic of that night when animals can talk if you listen hard enough and even the homeless get gifts from people. Songs on the street and lights and people actually noticing that the other people around them are actually people for once. It's Christmas. Tis the season.
Santa is a diligent and hard worker and does just as much as anyone else in the North Pole. Time is meaningless to him and each year is a lot longer there than anywhere else. Because you can't have something like time interfering when you have a schedule of everyone to keep. He's also got a very strong sense of humor and isn't above little joke gifts, but it's always in good cheer. It's almost impossible to annoy Santa. Almost. Jack and his gang managed to, but he got over it quickly. Santa Claus never holds a grudge. He's not cruel, but he doesn't appreciate bad behavior. People should be good to each other. And Santa leads by example.
So if you're really bad, you're not getting a reward, but you do get something. Everyone gets something. It's Christmas!
Original World: Earth/Christmas Town/North Pole
Current Residing World: See above. Christmas Town/North Pole/Earth
History/Background: Santa exists because people say he does. It's holiday magic. If you say he doesn't exist, then he doesn't, but he doesn't mind that. He still knows who you are and what you've done. He still knows what you did last summer.
Santa Claus was born out of people's belief. There are a lot of origins that contributed to him, some of which are a little nicer than others.
He's a jolly old elf alright, but that's after centuries. And only when he's thought to be that way. But here's a history lesson anyway!
The first of these is Saint Nicholas. Actually it's pretty obvious with that one as it's still something a lot of people call him. Saint Nicholas was famous for giving gifts to people who couldn't afford them, like the famous story about giving dowries to three daughters of a poor Christian so that they would be able to marry and wouldn't have to end up resorting to prostitution.
Saint Nicholas was a 4-th century Greek Christian bishop of Myra in Lycia. That's in Turkey for you modern-day folks.
You can read about him here!
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_NicholasAnd then there's Odin. Yes, Odin. You heard me right, Odin. Germanic god with an eight-legged white horse. Now available as a summon, get yours today.
On a certain night, children place boots beside a fireplace, or shoes or stockings. They fill them with hay or carrots, or sugar. This is to feed Odin's flying horse Sleipnir as they fly through the sky on a great hunt. Odin will reward these gifts with toys or candy. That's Yuletide.
Sound familiar? You bet!
"Stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there..."
That gets better. St. Nicholas often has a single white horse. And it's technically not the same guy that people say is Santa Claus but look up Sinterklaas sometime.
Anyway. Santa never really got married in the traditional sense, because of all the 'because he's a legend he grows when legends do' stuff, but for a long time now he hails (get it?) from the North Pole, way up in the ice and snow, in a colorful little workshop town filled with elves. Nope, not high elves or dark elves or water elves or night elves. These are elves.
Elf elves. Little happy folk. Related to shoemaker elves. Nothing high and wistful and sad about them.
Santa lives as the head of them in a house with Mrs. Claus. He loves her very much.
Then there was the whole deal of getting Christmas mixed up with Halloween (from All Hallow's Eve tradition) in a glorious little mess that made a great story. Santa got kidnapped from his house by three odd (very naughty) little children in masks and costumes. Then he was dragged to an insane place called Halloween Town, and tormented by Oogie Boogie (who was a simply dreadful person) for a while. A walking talking ragdoll named Sally tried to save him and ended up getting caught as well. And it was looking very grim for them both until Jack (the pump-kin king!) showed up and defeated Oogie.
See, Jack had gotten an idea into that thick skull of his that he could take over Christmas for a year and give it a test drive. Well, that was a Nightmare. It had deadly toys and snakes and rakes under stairs and traps and bats that flew out of the Christmas trees.
That would not do. That would not do at all. When Santa got free of that 'insane asylum' he put everything to rights and saved Christmas. How did he do it, you ask? Because he's Santa Claus.
That was a while ago anyway. Jack never really lost that dream of his but he knows it's a bad idea. And neither holiday's been quite the same since. They celebrate each other, in their own ways.
Then there came along Sora. All the worlds were locked, which meant that Santa had the world of Earth (sometimes worlds of) to look after. The children that believed in him got presents from him, and he did little things all over for all the people, human or otherwise. When the worlds were unlocked, Santa got a much wider view and knew a lot more people. There were entire worlds out there he didn't reach before. And while his gifts were usually just for girls and boys, the times were grim and the worlds were all very dark, and everyone has a child inside of them. Even if they don't believe in him or even know the holiday, they need him when there's just darkness.
Well, back to work! There's a lot of people to go over on that list of his.
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