Basics

Kirk is, to sum it all up, a spirit. Based heavily upon the concept of a daemon, Kirk was sent from above to act as a protector and guardian to children across the world. Ever since his "creation", that has been his sole purpose, and he neither needs nor wants another. He travels around the globe daily to frolic with good fortuned children and comfort the ones who have in rough.

Kirk is the true embodiment of innocence and youth, and can only be seen by children. The exception to this been teenagers, who, in the hardest times of their lives, are consoled by Kirk's reassurance and shoulder to cry on. After reaching the age of about 17 or 18, a person will no longer be able to see Kirk, who will watch out for them but never again appear to them. Kirkklas cannot talk, and really feels no need, however, he can write. He is very intelligent, for all he is worth.

History

Truthfully, it is unknown to anyone- even Kirk himself- what exactly his backstory is. He knows he originated from a place not seen by human eyes, though he is not sure who his creator is. Ever since he could remember, he has been doing his job, and he can often hear voices directing him. Though he often deals with bouts of curiousity surrounding his goal and if there are others like him, he knows his purpose.
And it is enough for him.

Halo

The child sits sobbing on the ground.
Around four or five, her mom has just snapped at her for throwing sand at another child, and now she is bawling, begging for an apology. Her mother, irritable, only shakes her head, causing the girl to become more upset.
"Mommy!" she shrieks, "Why won't you listen?"

Suddenly, however, a creature about her height comes into her view. Immediately, she knows it is not human. Upon further observation, she identifies this creature to be a Magnus, pale yellow in color with a pink underbelly. He takes her hand slowly, and traces her palm. Then, out from behind her ear, he takes a penny. He grins at her.

The girl cannot help herself. Her eyes still red, she giggles happily. He grins and hands her the coin.
"How'd you do that, silly?" she smiles, petting him on the head, "What's your name?"
The creature grabs a stick and scratches his name in the sand. "Kirk, and I'm magic" is all it reads.

The girl giggles again, chirping with excitement. She is about to ask the creature to play, when her mom stops her.
"And who are you talking to?" she frowns, "We have to go anyways, come on."
The girl protests, whining, "Mom! But can't you see him? His name's Kirk, and we were about to play! Five more minutes?"
The woman shakes her head. "No, no one is there. Stop imagining things and let's go. Daddy's waiting for us at home."

The girl, again, is close to tears, but Kirk puts a hand on her shoulder, his eyes sparkling as if to remind her to listen to her mother.
"She... she can't see you, can she, Kirk?" the girl asks. He shakes his head in response.
Will we play again soon?" At this, the girl gets a cheerful nod. The child grins, and gives the creature a hug. Her mom, fed up with the stalling, drags her daughter away by the arm, leaving the Magnus to himself.

He blinks slowly, looking after the pair.
Oh, Susie, he thinks to himself, I remember when you could see me, too. And then he darts back into the clouds.