Who are these people in your posts, Xenon?

As this is a blog for stories (if you can call them that), I mention other people a lot, and if you don't know me then you have no way of knowing who I'm talking about. But I get tired of re-explaining certain common guests, and I'm pretty sure people get annoyed if I explain the same thing too many times. So, for your convenience: Xenon Cake: My alias. I may or may not have a real name, just as I may or may not be just a tiny cartoon character with giant hair. I am me, and you can look at the Myself page or, you know, read the blog, if you find this unsatisfactory. Damien: My cartoon buddy with white hair and a striped shirt. He occasionally shows up in cartoons to same me the trouble of drawing real people. Jack: My noble steed, who lives at the barn where I take riding lessons. He likes to go fast and rebel against authority and chew on my shoulder, and he has a terrible short guy personality that causes him to get really emotional and difficult at times. He also has nearly unlimited stamina and can do most things with little to no effort (unless he doesn't want to). He has a reputation as incredibly difficult, which he has earned in full, but we're best bros and I lurrrrrve him. Bootle: My lovely dog. She likes to be excited about things and eat. She is one of my favorite people despite being a dog. Duuuuuuhk/Ag/Smoke: My three inside cats. I could talk about them for a while, so I will condense it. Duuuuuhk is huge and fuzzy and made of concentrated darkness, Ag is a baby ball of energy who really likes meowing, and Smoke is soft and gray and she don't care at all. Cousins/Any mention of family: My family is made up entirely of nerds and strange people, which makes time spent with them very entertaining. We like to swim, ride golf carts, sing loudly and horribly, and read. Lakwandawe: Shortening of the name of the book I'm attempting to write. Also the name of one of the characters. The book is about an alien girl and her adventures trying to get revenge for her species, which was killed off when she was 12. This is an awful explanation, but I talk about it a lot and I've been writing it for several years and I put constant thought into it. The first draft was a monstrosity. Anything else does not qualify as a frequent guest, so I'll explain it in the post. I feel like I'm just writing to hear myself type at this point. So yeah. Read things, it's good for the soul of yours that I might take without warning.