Skye Nakaiye

As a child I had thousands of toys, but no single toy induced more smiles or better led my journeys to destroy the evil 7inch inanimate villains than Skye Nakaiye. Nakaiye was a TV star, whose puppet likeness paraded across any television tuned into PBS’s Puzzle Place.

In my room, my head, and my heart; however, Skye was a warrior. He stood proudly at 10 inches tall, and towered over every foe that dared to attack him. His limber, rubbery body, made him elusive enough to dodge any attack. His blue bandana kept his long, mangled hair away from his face so he could maintain his vision and properly see any attacks coming. If any foe tried to combat Skye, he knew exactly what to do to defend himself.

Skye’s brown, leather shoes had scuff marks from constantly roundhouse kicking Goldar, Blue Eyes White Dragon, and other ferocious villains in the face. Even with the scuffs, his shoes shined like bicycle reflectors caught in headlights. His pale blue jeans, as with the rest of clothing, fit snuggle to his body like jeggings. His black t-shirt meekly peaked through the opening of his yellow rain jacket as if it felt inadequate compared to his brilliance. His necklace was a white, feathered dagger piercing the blackness of his t-shirt. His rain coat was perfectly cuffed. It had no purpose other than to protect him from occasional, uncontrollable drool that would climb out of my mouth in sheer awe of the epic battles that he would partake in.