Character Castle 2.0
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I think I need to clarify that Mejt was jumping to a lot of conclusions XD She has issues with authority and she’s projecting all of it on poor Isella XD Again, I’m sorry, Isella is lovely and probably isn’t thinking anything Mejt is assuming about her. Mejt is just being rude XD
Without darkness, there is no light. If there was no nighttime, would the stars be as bright?
Pffft, excuse me?? I’ve been in the Lorcan fanclub ever since he and Liorah started squabbling like the two horrible little gremlins they are! XD
Okay fair enough lollll🤣
*Happy gasp* DO ITTTT!!!! I have so many random audios saved because they sound like Liorah and one day I want to actually draw them but I simply do not have the motivation XD I’d LOVE to see Lorcan reels, he’s too hilarious already!
Ahh yes I would love to do them at some point, I would have to be careful with what types of videos just cause of spoilers and everything haha. Aw I’m happy you think he’s funny!
I am actually going to do different types of humour for each character of mine. Lorcan’s humour is like very arrogant, swaggerish and sort of flirty, my MC Mayra kind of displays dry humour through her actions as she doesn’t say much, Daire is – well – naïve idiotic humour and then another character of mine, his name is Amergin now but I will probably change it later, his is angry humour, something like ‘If you fall off that cliff, don’t you DARE expect me to come save you!’ sort of thing haha
You doubted? Lorcan is a great guy! (Just tell me you make him at least an anti-hero if not actually a hero in your story. Please, please, please! okay, you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.)
He is a pretty cool guy😎 so yes you will be glad to hear that he is an anti-hero, but I am going to be confusing the reader like IS HE GOOD, IS HE BAD, WHOSE SIDE IS HE ON??!! I am also very cautious with his character, because most of the other dark, mysterious handsome men in fantasy are pure toxic (I’m sure you can think of at least one example lol), and I am literally biting my nails as I write thinking I can’t make him do that, that would mean he’s a psycho, or if he does this then there’s no way I can ask readers to root for him, so I guess that’s why I’m a bit unsure about how readers will react to him.
Now we can have three (including Rose) in the Lorcan fanclub.
huh…I’ve never heard it before. Is it said how it looks (Lore-can)?
Lollll😆 three is great, its a start!!!
Oh interesting, its probably not so common in other places. And yes it is 🙂
What’s not to love about a man who is tall, strong, handsome, and regretting his past? I mean, really! This guy has had me around his little finger since I first stepped into the castle.
OHOOOO this has literally made my day not joking heehee I have a feeling he’s going to be a special fan favourite someday😄
Isella
The girl didn’t like Isella. That was obvious enough. She wondered vaguely why, but it was too much work to think, and besides, it hurt.
“My name is May, Delya.”
The words had hardly any meaning, but one word caught her waning attention. My name isn’t Delya. Who is she mistaking me for?
She tried to say, “no, that’s not my name. I’m Isella.” the words were unbelievably difficult to say, so finally she gave up.
She could feel herself slipping back into unconsciousness, and a sudden terror seized her. I can’t go back there. I can’t, I can’t. The thought repeated itself until it didn’t mean anything.
“No, don’t do that. Who is Cirian? I’ll see if I can find him, Delya.”
A hand–the hand of the girl’s, most likely,” touched hers. With a sudden motion, Isella clutched at it, as if hoping it would keep her from the ocean of pain that waited on the rim of consciousness.
The girl tried to pull her hand away, but Isella clung tight.
Don’t do what? She wondered foggily.
Suddenly an ear-splitting whistle burst into her ears. Isella shrank from it as the pounding in her head increased.
“I need your water!” called the voice of the girl from an inestimable distance.
“One moment, Delya, just one more moment.” Her voice was almost soft.
This time Isella managed to get the words out.
“Not–my–name. My–name–is–Isella–Christine–Aumardel.” it seemed of paramount importance to tell the girl her full name, as if the weight of the world hung on her remembering those three words. But they took more work to say than anything she’d said before, and after that she lapsed into silence.
In a moment, excited footsteps approached, and words were being spoken. Isella didn’t listen; it was far too hard.
Then a flask of water was being held to her lips and she was drinking. The cool water soothed her aching throat, but made her stomach roil again.
She clutched the girl’s hand tighter and searched for another drink without bothering to open her eyes.
At last she fell asleep.
She woke up feeling fragile, but her headache had eased. She was moist all over, and a little cold. Her hair was still in her face.
She lifted shaky hands and gathered it together in a pony tail, wrinkling her nose at the wet, slimy texture. In a few minutes she had it braided, a loop of hair tying the braid off. Then she looked around.
There was a person sitting next to her, but for a moment she couldn’t recognize who it was.
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I know that Mejt is just being bitter. 🙂 this ought to be interesting! What do you think of them being a little hostile for a while, then making friends? Oh, and Isella is either 20 or 22, with gray-sea-green eyes. 🙂
@whoever wants to be the person standing by Isella. She’ll recover soon and then act more like a person 🙂
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
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I’m going to pull Khalon out for now since he’s currently not going to be doing anything at this point in my WIP, and he’s exhausting to write. xD I will probably drop him back in later though.
My new character is someone who has not appeared yet in my WIP.
Name: Enydd Skovgaard (I’ve recently discovered Welsh names and am very much in love XD)
Age: around 20
Appearance: 5′ 6″ with a thin face, black eyes, dark, curly hair, tanned skin from all of her traveling; she’s wearing a simple, earth-tone colored dress; has a leather bag filled with paper, pencils, food, water, bandages, and anything she deems to be valuable
Personality: quick to laugh, content, avoids conflict, confident, surprisingly bold, easily annoyed and frustrated though these feelings are quickly overcome by her optimism
Other random things about her: loves being with other people but has grown to be fine with just being by herself; is not strong at all; athletic abilities are pretty much nonexistent though, as she likes to claim; she’s a good walker/hiker; will hum whenever thinking deep thoughts
Welcome to the Castle where anything and everything can happen! When I say anything and everything, I am not exaggerating in the least bit. XD
May your characters grow and reveal their secrets to you through this chaotic castle!
I forgot to say that she has an artist’s eye, so she’s very observant of the lighting, shading, colors, etc.
ENYDD
Everything was green. So full of life. I leaned back against a tree and watched as the sunlight peeked through the leaves. It was so amazing. So lively. The light made the leaves look like they were glowing. No, not glowing, like they were…alive.
I laughed. Carwyn would have been horrified at my repetitiveness.
I reached studied the picture in front of me closely. Closing my eyes, I tested the memory. It was there. I giggled. No wonder people thought me crazy. Here I was gaping at leaves and laughing for no reason other than that I was happy. No, not happy, joyful. Or maybe peaceful. Or maybe both of those.
Humming to myself, I walked through the forest. My song was cut short by a “huh” when I tripped over a rock. I sat up, taking in the air I had lost in my fall. A shadow fell over me. I glanced up and promptly let out all the air I had so recently acquired. The “rock” I had tripped over was no longer a rock but an arch.
“Excuse me?!” I yelled.
On the other side of the arch was a gigantic animal. There was blood flowing from the wounds in it sides and its eyes. I retched, scrambling away. Yet, though I moved away, it seemed that I was getting closer to the beast. I stumbled to my feet and raced towards the forest. This place reeked of darkness and sorrow. Walls followed my flight. My legs gained a hidden energy, as the walls slowly began to join together in front of me. I needed out! The last green of the forest disappeared as the walls crashed together with an ominous thud.
I hurled myself at the walls. This was not possible, but the stone did not budge in the slightest as I pounded my fists against them. Realizing that my hands would break long before the stones did, I slumped to the floor and began to study the cavern I was in. There was another dead animal across the room. I quickly turned away from that.
A shrill whistle pierced through the stale air. I leapt to my feet. There were people! Living people! I laughed. I was not alone!
“Thank you!” I cried. I rushed forward to the people. “You don’t know what a relief it is to see you! I’d go mad if there wasn’t anyone else here! Well, not mad, but maybe depressed. Or scared. Or maybe both. But, anyway, I’m just so glad I’m not the only one here!”
They stared back at me coldly.
Amusement bubbled up within me. I must look like a fool, gushing over them like that. I cleared my throat and smiled politely. “Forgive me for my enthusiasm. I didn’t mean to make any of you uncomfortable. I’m Enydd Skvogaard. Who are you guys?”
It was then that I noticed how strange their clothing was. They must be from foreign countries though some of them looked like they were from different worlds. I chuckled. Different worlds. My chuckle died as I recalled the arch and the walls. Perhaps it was not so far-fetched to think that. There was only way to be sure.
“I’m from Mara. Where are you from?”
agg! why won’t it let me post!!!
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
okay… third try.
https://worldofkaphar.weebly.com/aelacrin.html
First character is an Aelacrin – named Ku’Aya (Coo – eye – ah) who prefers the nickname Ku. (link to picture of her)
General description in the link.
She is a feisty 12 year old who was orphaned as a baby and grew up on the streets, so she has a feral survival instinct, but she adores Abirami, the one who saved her and invited her into his family of orphans. (Though an adult,Semiramis, is their caretaker, so to speak).
Her views of Abirami are mixed, for she sees him like a brother, but also as a father figure. She hates emotions, and she teases and steals from those she likes, so she is a bit complicated in her interactions. Growing up being hated by everyone has left her not just jaded, but also with low self-esteem, as she believes she really is ugly.
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
WHYYYY !!! It didn’t post my second character. …
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
arggggg (tearing hair out) sniff sniff (tear)
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
why why why why why why why??? I even changed browsers.
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
2nd Character
Abirami (ah- bee- ram -ee)
https://worldofkaphar.weebly.com/aygiff.html
general description in the link.
Man is his father, who was killed five years ago by the emperor, who is also after Abirami. In the picture, father is wearing traditional aygiff garb. Abirami, age 18, is wearing what is called a gaaban, a magically-imbued leathery boxers that stretch and shrink with his transformations (well, all except really large transformations – like the elephant, or really small ones – like the mouse.)
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
He desires the strength to protect those he loves and his word is his bond. He has a strong work ethic and moral backbone, but he also has a fun-loving side – especially when it comes to his adopted young siblings – where he can be downright silly sometimes.
He recently saved the princess he thought was dead for five years from imprisonment. He used to have a crush on her (still does). Her name is Puabi https://worldofkaphar.weebly.com/lentian.html
(huff… perhaps it was the urls… is there a limit to one url per post or something?)
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
reference clues
– loxors are the giants of my world.
– A tannink’esh is my world’s version of a dragon, but slightly different – such as it starts as an aquatic animal, then flies to high altitude volcanos to mate. It has a pair of fins as well as a pair of wings, and it doesn’t create fire, but can hold molten lava in its stomach, which is just below its neck.)
– faehins are the “humans” of my world, who have round ears and have no “magic” or essence abilities
Ku’Aya
I burst through the doors, took two running steps, and jumped down to the ground floor, skidding to a stop. My grin widened in awe as I looked up at the high ceiling and the exquisite decadence of past wealth turned sour.
Never seen such a high ceiling. I chuckled. What’d they build it so high for? Acrobatic loxors?
A wolf raced in front of me. It turned while skidding on the tile floor. Bristling its fur with its tail stiff and parallel to its back, it growled at me.
“What?” I asked. Twirling my staff, I meandered around him. “I finally found something Ami’s scared of.” Leaning back, I turned my head with a grin. “Castles.”
The wolf transformed into an 18 year old boy. Abirami stormed up to me in nothing but his gaaban.
I looked away, hoping my ears hadn’t turned red. The dumb, ugly tips always gave me away.
“I’m not scared, I’m being cautious.” He walked in front of me, trying to get me to face him. “And you should be too.”
“We’re here for the tannink’esh, right?” I pulled his garb from my pack and threw it in his face. “What’s so cautious about chasing something that drinks liquid fire for breakfast?”
Stepping past him, I froze, my breath caught in my throat. “Um, Ami…”
Unfurling the robe, he slid his hands into the garb. “I’ve told you not to call me-”
“We’re not alone.”
Upon seeing the scene of carnage before us, Abirami jumped in front of me.
Faehins? What were a bunch of armed faehins doing here? And… was that a tannink’esh? Did a bunch of weak, essence-less faehins defeat one of the most ferocious, mythical beasts in existence?
“Um, Abirami…”
The faehins were staring at me, and I didn’t like the look in their eye. It wasn’t the typical disgust, but it certainly wasn’t neutral acceptance either. Well, at least most of them were staring at me… I think a few of the women were eyeing Abirami.
Heh. My left eye squinted and a faint grin tipped my lips. Not likely, ladies. Abirami’s taken.
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
Oops… didn’t realize should only have one character in at a time… hehe. Let me fix that.
context info
– Dhiaga – title of the evil emperor who killed Abirami’s father and is out to kill him too
– description of the aemirok – in full – About 15 feet tall, distinct wolf-like features and body, but the ears are closer together on top of its head, with tufts of hair shading the pointy ends. His eyes are that of a cat, and its tail is long and slender, with a tear-drop ball of fur at the end. The claws start from the underside of the paw, come out to a point, and curve back over the top of the paw, like armor shields. It can spit something called ‘creeping ice’ – which is a deadly poisonous like substance that freezes what it comes in contact with, and spreads like poison when it hits organic material. (Abirami is able to make a remedy for this creeping ice).
Abirami
They’d either never seen an aelacrin before, or they were surprised to see one for some reason. None of the reasons I could think of for them being surprised were very good, so I turned, threw Ku’Aya over my shoulders, raced up the stairs, and tossed her out the doors.
A swarm of insects billowed out of the lower end of her pack and cushioned her fall, bringing her back to her feet with the help of her quarter-staff.
Her face was red. “Abirami!”
I grimaced. It was going to be a hassle calming her down later, but it had to be done. I couldn’t chance her getting hurt. Not with so many unknowns.
I shut the door as she pointed her staff at me, the black cloud of swarming insects rushing toward me.
The entrance slammed shut, just in time.
With a sigh, I turned.
Where they under the dhiaga’s command? Had they been sent to thwart my attempts at reaching the tannink’esh?
I hated this, but if they were hostile and could take down a tannink’esh, there was only one creature in my arsenal that stood any chance against them. The aemirok. But my gaaban wouldn’t hold under that transformation.
One of the faehins started walking toward me, his weapon swinging freely in his hand.
I braced, bending my knees and bringing my arms up in a defensive posture. What strange happenstance led them to besting a creature of Myf?
Warmth from the bat’s essence flowed through the veins in my neck as I made a clicking sound. The returning vibrations sent a multi-dimensional map of the room to my mind. There. Behind that pillar to the far left was a good place to hide temporarily.
My garb fell behind me as I jumped and transformed into a raven, flying high above their heads. Swooping down and around the pillar, I released the essence and stuck the landing.
Tucking my gaaban under a large rock, I focused upon the essence.
Feeling the transformation take hold, I jumped out, now on all fours as a massive wolf, towering over them. My wings flapped, sending tumultuous winds their way as they squinted through the gale and their hair splayed back.
Pawing forward, I made sure to make a scene of how destructive the aemirok’s claws could be, their sharp ends and their upward-curved shield-like figures breaking through rock and granite like fish through water.
I roared, hoping the warning made them think twice about attacking.
One of the armed faehins charged me, and I spit at the ground near his feet.
He was canny enough to jump back, missing the sizzling ice, and he gazed in wonder as the ice spread from the point of impact, further toward his feet.
I flew up into the air and roared once more. Landing upon a small dias, I augmented my regular voice – a trick I’d only recently learned.
Still new to it, my voice came out course and gravelly. “Why follow evil dhiaga?” I growled. The guttural voice sounded foreign, even to me, and the scratchiness in my throat burned raw. “I have power to free you.”
With a roar, I gave one more ultimatum. “Choose. Live free, run, or die.”
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
Hope that’s acceptable…
I know it might feel like I’m pulling this too far into my world, but I figured Abirami is completely confused as to what’s going on, so he’s going to assume he’s still in his world… hope that’s alright. never done anything like this before. lol.
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
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