When Trickster had first created this world, he preferred to rule from the sidelines. He took the role of a clockmaker, creating the mechanism and setting it into motion, then simply standing back and watching it continue on its own. It wasn't an act of kindness, however. Trickster simply loved to watch as things tore themselves apart, finding amusement in the most intense suffering he could conjure, and he wanted to see how quickly this newest experiment would do just that.
After some time, he grew bored with the watching and began to slip into the world, unnoticed, knowing that none would recognize a creator they have never once seen. He found a few of the creatures solitary and excelling in their own acts, a few coupled off, but still a larger number that simply stayed as a group. It was hard to tell them apart, all of them identical in their red and gold, the only real difference being between the women and the men. They were all so innocent and wide-eyed, so obsessed with seeing who could jump the highest, that they seemed like children to him.
He sat near them, a clear contrast, and simply watched. It was then that he noticed one of the girls, a small waif, that simply couldn't excel as her friends did. No matter what she tried, she couldn't jump as high, fly as gracefully, or even look as beautiful as the rest of them. It was clear from the expression on her face that she realized the deficiency, and Trickster laughed to himself as he realized his target.
This will be almost too simple…
As the group ran off to find some other amusement, the girl trailed behind, finally slowing down and sniffling pathetically. She looked after them but didn't follow, so dejected that she walked straight into Trickster as he had come up behind her. Her surprise quickly gave way to shyness as she stared at the ground rather than at him, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. With a gentleness any more experienced woman would have instantly seen as fake, he lifted her chin so that they looked at one another, and held her close. In moments, she was sobbing into his arms pathetically.
As she looked to him for comfort, Trickster misused his influence for the first time, leaning down until his lips met hers. She allowed his tongue to explore her mouth, sighing and staring at him with adorably giddy eyes.
Already bored by such an inexperienced little thing, he pulled away and smiled again. Allowing the smile to fall, his eyes regained the malice they normally carried, and he pushed her away.
"My mistake for going after the leftovers rather than an actual prize."
Trickster left her there alone, sobbing again, and smiled to himself, thinking it a rather good start to working through the ranks in his world.