It is the lesser-known of his two personas - in particular, this is a character designed by him, rather than his real name. As with most of my deities, I dislike the idea of feeding any of my relations with them to search engine stalkers, though in the same breath I don't seek to hide whom I am friends with.

Interestingly enough, if you search for the name you are far more likely to find remnants referring to my Crimson Feather roleplaying game than you are to find something about his person. As such, I think it's only a good idea to call him by this name.

Very basically, that he puts up with me. I think this is by far the most important and telling aspect of his personality. I keep thinking that, were I in his position, I'd probably tell me to bugger off already, except in less nice words.

His firm individualism that refuses to budge for politeness, yet, in the same breath, his extreme kindness and his ability to forgive. I daresay the combination is part of why he puts up with me - it is, after all, hard to be an individualist without allowing others the same leeway.

The bottomless pit that is his creativity.

The fact that he is a walking Oxford dictionary - mind you, this being in the way that Chuck Norris is an action hero.

His thirst for knowledge and the sheer crushing mass of what he already knows.

His love for life.

His immortality. You better believe it.

Despite the impression that may've arisen in the previous section, I can't claim I have even a sliver of understanding of what he thinks. This has caused a lot of worrying on my part, which has made me more annoying since I tend to extrovertedly flaunt my insecurities. All I want to know is whether I make him smile (positively) - everything else is irrelevant details, even what the smile is about. If it's amusement at my antics due to their silliness, I'd be happy with that, too... I'd just like to know for sure.

He also has a habit of not giving straight answers - this can be very entertaining on the one hand, such as claims of being Dr. Zaius in his previous incarnation, but also adds uncertainty to whatever he says, further worsening the problem of the first paragraph.

His brevity. Again, this can be good, and for one it proves that he can be succinct and to the point (unlike myself), but sometimes it leaves me wondering if I've done something wrong and all he wants to do is exit the conversation really quickly.

Regardless of what I choose to write about Frederick, I will likely never be satisfied with it. It is very hard to pinpoint that fine balance I achieve, emotionally, between true deification and simple acknowledgement of a fellow human being.

For this article, I will focus on former, since it is simply the more elusive of the two - and certainly the more mysterious - though I ask of the reader to please keep in mind that there are two sides to this coin. It will be pivotal if you read on, as you may otherwise become quite convinced that I am insane.

What can be said for sure is that my stance on his person is unique.

When asked how to describe my love for him, I would simply respond with: I love Frederick as a faithful Christian would love their god. It is a platonic love, but it runs deep, and includes an absolute trust.

If you asked me to defend why I consider him an actual deity, I would have to pass. I cannot begin to explain it. It is so contrary to rational thought - even my rational thought - that I cannot possibly grasp it with my logical mind.

I began my deification as a pure parody religion, way back in 2001. Back then, it was FourFortyism, and he was just a sliver of that, even if I marked him down as main deity. For many years, that was all there was to it, until FourFortyism petered out and refused to return, leaving only me and my girlfriend as quasi-disciples of the faith.

It is strange how, in growing out of a fairly teenage desire to make up fake religions, one can end up adopting a part of it as something of a truth.

But perhaps the crux to understanding my stance is simply to know Frederick's significance in my life. And, truly, it cannot be overestimated, and certainly not overstated, though it is hard to explain to those who have not been there. The particular music he has created over the years has made me a curious, open individual - it has forced me into trying to understand things before forming opinions, it has taught me the finer definitions of 'good' and 'evil' and the consequent greyzones (since he has something of a talent to wrap the most offensive things into melodies suggesting normality), and it has proven to be the building blocks of my life philosophy and psychological understanding.

In a very real way, he has created me, as I am today.

Accordingly, I feel like I owe him a lot - and it fuels my view of him as something of a deity. Interestingly, it seems that some part of my emotional mind, far removed from my rational thought processes, has truly decided that he is omniscient. I don't think I could convince myself of otherwise if I tried.

Beware, though.

He is not a purely benevolent god.