Name a character that you know I write or have written, and I'll tell you:
a. What initially prompted me to like the character enough to write about him/her.
b. One of his/her best traits.
c. One of his/her worst traits.
d. How easy/difficult I find it to write the character.
e. The story/thread/chapter/post/paragraph/tag/phrase where I feel that I
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a. What initially prompted me to like the character enough to write about him/her. HAHAH WELL let's just be honest, it was the PB. And Liz was using his sister, and had this certain template sort of in place for what a sibling of Laurel's would essentially have to be like, since he'd be Get of Fenris to her Black Fury, which....HOORAY. And metis, so he'd have to have some kind of issue there - I think actually it was the fact that Liz and I were discussing the concept of "Reckless Wrath" and I said something about how John Cusack is not Mr. Emote and she was like "that would be funny, though, just *RAGE* ..... :|"
Except obviously she said it more like Liz and not like 'Jeri needs coffee agh just shut up and make a cup of instant,' but THE POINT IS that is that that conversational thread was the Aha moment, if you will.
b. One of his/her best traits. Hrm. His loyalty, which is fierce and unquenchable and basically endless, even when it should not be. So in retrospect it's not...always the best trait, but shut up, the world needs loyal people.
c. One of his/her worst traits. OH HOW SHALL I CHOOSE. Okay, pretty much all of his worst traits are summed by "being Get of Fenris." Stubbornness, excessive pride, refusal to like, have his injuries treated or even MENTION THEM TO ANYONE, etc.
d. How easy/difficult I find it to write the character. Haha well, I obviously find him nigh unto impossible to AU, seeing as I've tried it like ...what, three times now? Anyway, I find it easiest when I watch a lot of John Cusack stuff, I think, because one of the reasons he was so hard as a little guy, for instance, is he's so connected to that face for me I guess.
e. The story/thread/chapter/post/paragraph/tag/phrase where I feel that I truly captured the character. ":|"
No really. Or actually, that narrative that wasn't even from his perspective, it was from that ....reasonably nice, conscience-having Pentex employee who like, died horribly. ._. ANYWAY see here:
Really, the last thing you need is the approval of some janitor, for god's sake, so even though that look makes the terror come back so far your hands shake on the keyboard (should you call security? after all you are alone and it's so very dark up here even with the flourescent lights that send you home every night with the buzzing, shrieking headache you kill with expensive vodka you shouldn't really be buying) when he says you don't belong here there's just a second where you think he looks so sad you almost want to listen but in the end you just smile that tight smile you're not sure when you learned how to make and go back to your safe, clean letternumbers, to the security of how fast you can do this, without really thinking.
The cart wheels away and you never think about him again, except sometimes when you wake up alone in the dark and you remember there was a time when darkness was the biggest danger of all.
f. My plans (if any) to write the character in the near future. Aaaas the mood takes me, which is pretty much how I have to operate with all my characters or I go insane.
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[18:30] GatesKeel: "I'd known Stefan not hardly long at all before his twin sister showed up bitesize," Gates reflects.
[18:30] * Candice raises her eyebrows. "Stefan, huh?"
[18:31] * GatesKeel tugs her turtleneck down enough to show one of the almost constantly there bitemarks. "Stefan."
[18:31] Candice: "Gotcha. Not Garion, then." >_> She had to mention, all right.
[18:33] GatesKeel: "Gary who?"
[18:34] Candice: "Garion Eddings. Was her boyfriend. Tall, blond, farmboy, very baffled by us city folk...particularly the women." She shakes her head, remembering. "Going on twenty years ago."
[18:36] * GatesKeel chuckles, in the process of retying her hair. "No, never met him. But I went to school in London."
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