Character Castle 2.0
July 29, 2020 at 9:10 pm #117107July 30, 2020 at 10:01 am #117135
Oh good, thanks y’all! I probably need to start making use of Google, that wonderful thing that knows definitions for EVERYTHING.
God is great, milk-shakes are good, and people are crazy.July 30, 2020 at 1:39 pm #117156
Lol, I know. I’m clueless when it comes to that stuff 😛 And yes, Google is an amazing thing!
Alright, here’s Colma’s backstory:
Her father was the cook for the king in her world, but the monarchs were tyrants, and the kingdom was in poverty thanks to the royal family. Only the royal family and noblemen flourished while everyone else starved or barely scraped by. One day she finally decided it was her duty to do something. She slipped poison into the royal family’s food. So the king and his wife died, but they had no direct heir to the throne, which threw the kingdom into deeper turmoil because everyone who was in noble/royal class thought they should rule. So the kingdom was deeply divided as people fought over who should be the next ruler. Life was harder than ever. Finally, the king’s cousin, a ruthless man, killed all the competition, and crowned himself king. Colma became a fugitive and with a bounty over her head because she had murdered the old royal family. Her own family, horrified and furious at what she done, threw her out. She sheltered with her best friend, but he was so desperate he tried to turn her in for the bounty. To escape, she killed him, too. So she fled and became an outlaw. When she had to, she would kill to get food or keep herself from getting turned in. She hates herself for what’s she done, but a part of her that she hates even more, whispers that she did what she had to to survive. And then she accidentally found the character castle. So, yeah that’s where she is now.
If this is too dark or makes anyone uncomfortable, I’ll change it 😉
"A writer is a world trapped in a person. " ~Victor HugoJuly 30, 2020 at 8:14 pm #117193Cathy@this-is-not-an-alien
oh no that’s not too dark you should see my WIP’s character’s backstory;) I really like it, perfect flare of morbid :D!
i guess i better make an update
“I’M the Lord of the Caste!”
Was he serious? Ok, if that’s how it’s going to be Ehud could play along and hopefully ally with Axe Girl who had a really cool ax (like a really cool one:). After all, the moment he ceases to be useful to the big tyrant he’ll probably be gutted in the back.
“Uh, hey, Lord of the Caste, which way is out?” He couldn’t help himself, he really couldn’t. Dang, his side hurt, it was hard to think properly. Ehud thought he saw Axe Girl almost smirk but he couldn’t be sure (her hand was on the door, haha, lucky her, she could reach the door).
“The only way you can get out, kiddies, is if you follow my orders exactly.” The big guy boomed
Ehud remained behind the couch even when the Viking dude sat down in a semi-defenseless position. Ok ok, he bobbed up more curious than ever. Big evil sneer, bad muscles, arrogant mood; this was a super villain they were dealing with, I mean, how awesome was that!? Scary, but awesome. He tried to exchange conspiratorial looks with Axe Girl but she didn’t seem to be buying it.
“’Scuse me, can I make a suggestio-”
“You just listen to what I’m saying” Super villains are so snotty. If Ehud ever made it out this would be really cool.
“-that we search for the kitchen cos I’m starving…and tired but I’m starving mostly.” Plus the kitchen is the best place in the world to make an explosive science experiment or fight with just about any kitchen appliance. And if they started moving there was half a chance they could put some distance between them and the, sigh, Super Villain.
Ehud gave his most artless, hopeful smile with his big saucer stormy-blue eyes. It usually worked because he always looked helpless. He also couldn’t really see through all his cowlicked, fluffy hair and he was exhausted. If he ever got out of this he was going to take a long long nap.
Don't let the voices in your head drive you insane;only some of them can drive; most are underageJuly 30, 2020 at 9:41 pm #117206
Thank you! I’m glad it isn’t too dark 😀
Nice! Your post was awesome!! Ha, ha, I love how you described Colma; “Axe Girl” that’s hilarious.
"A writer is a world trapped in a person. " ~Victor HugoJuly 30, 2020 at 10:02 pm #117212Rusted Knight@rusted-knight
Allen blew off the man. Anyway, he couldn’t see him. Fey like himself could only be seen by elves, dwarves and a few mixed blood. Flying over to the boy, Allen looked him over. Try as he might, the kid had forgotten to clean the blood off the floor.
How did the healing magic work again? Allen had forgotten. While it was good to know that kind of stuff, that was what medics were for. He knew how to fight and what weapons worked against others. If he got hurt, see a doc. Ah. Now he remembered the lecture.
“To close a stab wound, imagine the cells reattaching along the slice. To heal an arrow wound, remove the arrow and imagine the flesh returning to where it was. Like a jigsaw puzzle. To heal a magic injury, you must understand what hit to properly heal.”
Wait. What would the sergeant think when he didn’t show up tonight? What would be waiting for Allen when he did return? He shivered. Another one on one match would destroy him. It took all six cadets attacking at once to push him to a stalemate. He would have to see about that later. Right now, he had to try at least to heal this wound. Casting the spell, he watched the hole close up, mostly. Kodai was better at magic.
The Devil saw me with my head down and got excited. Then I said AmenJuly 31, 2020 at 10:29 am #117251
I’m just going to drop Erin in with you guys. XD
Erin, back to the wall, readied her rifle. She adjusted the settings to stun. That would scare everyone else if she took out one of the group. Not that she was sure how many were in the group around the corner.
The element of surprise was with her. Erin drew a deep breath. It was moments like this she truly appreciated the muscle and claws of Sander. Little hurt him.
No time to think about that, Sander wasn’t here and Erin needed to know her whereabouts, and the fastest way was to ambush the poor, unsuspecting cheerios around the corner.
Erin flung herself around in front of the group, and after taking a millisecond to observe the enemy, she fired her rifle at the person with the most immediate weapon, an axe.
That would keep her out of the way for a few minutes. Erin turned to the others. “I demand to know my location. Is this where Kias Aquaro is holding me?”
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Ten million firefliesJuly 31, 2020 at 10:49 am #117257
Nice post! I think it’s good that you knocked Colma out because starting tomorrow and lasting all the way until august 16th, I won’t be able to post. Well, I might be able to pop in once or twice, but most likely not. So do you guys think you could just have her unconscious the whole time I’m gone?
"A writer is a world trapped in a person. " ~Victor HugoJuly 31, 2020 at 11:37 am #117262
Oh okay, that sounds good. 😂 Clever me. How about everyone else?
Ten million firefliesJuly 31, 2020 at 12:19 pm #117268
Colma’s back story is great! don’t worry about it being too dark; dark things happen but there’s always light.
I’m over here giggling! 😛
Ooo yes, things are going to get good! so glad Erin’s in now!
So let me see: we have an invisible fairy, a crazy kid, an axe-girl, a devious hulking mongrel and a sci-fi captain. How much better could this get?
God is great, milk-shakes are good, and people are crazy.July 31, 2020 at 12:44 pm #117269
Ahab sprang out of his seat when the girl with the ax fell to the floor and a femine figure leapt out of the wall. Her face was covered by a clear shield and she was wielding a bulky stick and shouting:
“I demand to know my location! Is this where Kias Aquaro is holding me?”
Ahab blinked while his mind raced. Aquarkiaswho? He slowly sat back down again, although he had a hand ready to reach for his sword or iron-ball. Whatever he did, he needed to remain calm and steady. He couldn’t get mad again, otherwise he’d be rash. Whatever the person held was obviously stunning. He didn’t want to be paralyzed — that would be beyond humiliating. But it would take a strong stun to down him. Whatever he said, he would be careful not to make a big threat. He looked the woman in the eye, and growled,
“I don’t know who you are, missy, but I know who I am. I’m the Lord of this castle and I ask you to lay down your arms. I don’t know who Kias-whatever-his-name is, so I’m afraid I can’t help you with that. But if you make yourself comfortable–” he gestured to a plush easy-chair “–then perhaps we can discuss this like civilized people; unless, of course, you are not a civilized person.”
God is great, milk-shakes are good, and people are crazy.July 31, 2020 at 1:44 pm #117283
Thanks! I’m glad it wasn’t. And that is so true! In as close to Artham’s words as I can remember:
“The darkness makes only makes the pin-prick of light brighter.” (That isn’t the exact quote, I would have to look it up, but I’m pretty sure that’s the gist of it.)
And your post was great! We really do need to have them sit and talk like civilized people and less like they’re about to kill each other 😛
"A writer is a world trapped in a person. " ~Victor HugoJuly 31, 2020 at 1:45 pm #117285
And, yes!! How much better could it get when we have all these crazy characters?!
"A writer is a world trapped in a person. " ~Victor HugoJuly 31, 2020 at 1:49 pm #117288
Totally! And I LOVE that quote! It is one of his best.
Yeah! I figured Ahab had to do something before they were all dead. Because where would they be then? But I have learned something about him already: he is impulsive when seriously angered or stressed or afraid. Which, actually, will play in a bit toward the end of my book when
Ha ha! Don’t worry I’ll stay mute on that subject 😉
God is great, milk-shakes are good, and people are crazy.July 31, 2020 at 1:57 pm #117291
It definitely is!
Yes! I mean, we’re here to develop our characters, not kill them! 😛
Oh, Good! For a second I actually thought you were about to tell me the end of your book! But you’re right; now that you point that out it reminds me when you had him stop and realized he was acting like Saul, all brawn and being impulsive.
"A writer is a world trapped in a person. " ~Victor Hugo
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