Character Castle 2.0
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October 28, 2021 at 2:58 pm #143165Denali Christianson@denali-christianson
Great! Glad I’m not the only one who feels this way So Lorcan’s age is a bit complicated, but basically he’s in his late teens/early 20s. If thats too old, I can always make him sightly younger, its no big deal
Oh, he’s fine!!! If he’s like 19, that’s perfect, because he can be two years older than Yila but also younger than Niarok so Niarok can give him some grief for flirting with his sister! 🙂 (but also grudgingly respect him for his general awesomeness)
As they walked, he found himself eavesdropping on the conversation between the new boy and Acyn. It appeared that new boy had mocked Acyn’s arrogance. And Acyn decided to take offense. Lorcan rolled his eyes. Will children ever learn?
LOLLLLLL!!!!!! THIS IS SO GREAT!!!!!
Side note: Do we want Lorcan and Niarok to develop a grudging friendship? Hmmm….
I have an idea – lets do theme songs for our characters. I’m a sucker for music, it helps me write and imagine! Pick a song of any genre that you feel speaks to your character the most. Maybe you heard it one day and it inspired you create that character. Or maybe you just thought ‘wow that song sounds exactly like this character’.
OOOOO THIS IS SUCH A GREAT IDEAAAA!!!!!! I’m gonna have to put some serious thought into this…
Although I will say, the song Andrew’s Song by End of Silence is very Niarok. It would make sense if y’all knew his backstory, but you don’t, and it’s not my story to tell. *shoots meaningful glance at Niarok*
*dodges herbs flying at head*
Okay, sorry! I’m just saying, you really ought to tell them!
*runs away as Niarok draws his sword*
Okay, next…
OOhh!! I think she’ll actually pick up on the sparks between Lorcan and Yila! LOL, this will be hilarious!
LOL I’M DYING JUST THINKING ABOUT IT!!!!!!
LOL, I actually think it’s very fun! (Also, there’s nothing better than torturing your characters when life is annoying XD) LOL, I LOVE how he just assumed Acyn is arrogant XD Like… buddy, Acyn knows like three things and two of them are useless and he knows that XD (Actually, most characters immediately assume he’s arrogant XD) LOL, this will be hilarious!
Lol!!! That’s hilarious and I literally didn’t even catch that I was so into Niarok’s character!!!! He’s so annoyed right now, and then there’s just a kid who’s obviously younger than him trying to talk to him about something he clearly doesn’t know much about and Niarok was annoyed and life was annoying and TA-DAA!!! THIS IS GREATTTT!!!!!!!
Yila
Yila balanced precariously between her brother and another skinny guy who looked to about the same age as her. Nothing about him sparked her imagination, and everything about the way he was talking about her like she wasn’t there made her want to run him through.
But then there was that guy – the assassin. Now he was sparking her imagination in ways that made her want to claw her face off. Maybe run her shoulder through. But then, she didn’t need to. It was already swollen to a disturbing size.
On the plus side, though, she was really starting to believe Niarok’s castle-healing-power-weirdness theory. Now she felt like she would have been able to walk if the two men between her would have realized that her feet weren’t touching the ground and that maybe they should be.
Whatever.
Yila looked down at the rocky cave floor. Her circumstances pressed down on her shoulders with a weight too great to bear. First her mother, then her father, now her…
Shut up. Not now.
“Niarok?” she whispered.
Niarok paused his conversation with the boy on the other side of her and looked at her questioningly.
To her relief, the usual fire still burned in his deep blue eyes. That was one success.
“Do you have my bow and arrows?”
Niarok nodded and nodded toward his shoulder.
Yila craned her neck and spotted an extra quiver of arrows next to Niarok’s own. She breathed a sigh of relief.
She knew she had her knives by the way that girl was drooling over her belt. She had the look of a fighter, if not also a maniac, about her.
“Do you have knives?” she asked over her shoulder, turning back forward so as not to slip off the guys’ shoulders.
Her eye caught on the assassin again, and try as she might to look away, she couldn’t. Ohhhh, he was handsome!
Though the assassin spoke quietly with the one-legged man and she could only see his profile, everything about him spoke of suppressed nobility. He walked with a confidence and a strength, but also with guilt. Like he did, in fact, have a conscience.
Yila was riveted.
Then he turned and looked at her, and his eyes seemed to catch on her for a second. She stared, spellbound, at his face. It was hard and battle-worn, and to an untrained eye completely passive. But she could see the struggle underneath. The struggle with his past. She had seen it in Niarok’s face.
But this time she felt completely helpless to do anything, so she didn’t even try. She just stared.
Then the man’s mask crumbled for a split second and he smirked at her. Then he winked. Yila’s face grew so hot she was sure she would catch the floor on fire, and she ducked her head.
But the pause in the moment allowed her to realize what the assassin and the one-legged man were talking about – the assassin’s past.
Yila’s heart ached for him and she wanted to help, but the assassin dodged the questions and kept the conversation going, turning it on the one-legged man. There was an audible sigh of disappointment from like five of the companions.
Yila felt it too. She wanted to know his past! But oh well. Maybe, if she earned his trust, he would confide in her. Her face grew warm again.
Stop it! You’re dying in a weird castle full of weird people. You will not fall in love with the local assassin!!!
But she couldn’t help it. So instead she turned back to Sahar, who had just spoken.
Okay guys, I’m bored. I’m just doing Niarok now…
Hold on…
"The darkness is seldom complete, and even when it is, the pinprick of light is not long in coming."
October 28, 2021 at 3:28 pm #143166Denali Christianson@denali-christiansonNiarok
Niarok glared the boy down, measuring him. He was younger than Niarok, probably by quite a bit. He was also arrogant.
Niarok checked himself. Not arrogant. Just… pessimistic. And curious.
He took a deep breath at the end of his explanation of the Mirianweed, adjusting Yila’s arm on his shoulder. She seemed to be reviving, further supporting his theory that the castle had quick-healing powers.
“Do you have my bow and arrows?” she whispered.
He nodded and glanced over his shoulder, where he’d been carrying her weapons for at least a day now.
She sighed with relief and went back to staring at the assassin.
It took far too much effort for Niarok to resist rolling his eyes, but somehow he did. He could deal with his sister’s awkward flirting later.
His torch popped, and he glanced at it. It was almost halfway gone. He didn’t have many more, but he bit back a remark of concern. He didn’t know these people well enough to know if he should be trying to pool resources or surviving on his own.
“Fascinating,” the kid said from across Yila.
Niarok glanced at him. His eyes were bright and his right hand twitched, almost like he were trying to write it down, even though he didn’t have a quill or paper.
Niarok glared at him. The point of the Mirianweed wasn’t to be fascinated, it was to save his sister’s life. Granted, he was becoming more and more convinced that he didn’t need to try to help her, but he wasn’t in the habit of letting people suffer just because they would live if he didn’t do anything.
He glared harder at the boy, measuring him. He sensed push-back, followed by resignation, followed by frustration.
Volatile.
“How much time do we have and what can we do for her while we try to find a solution?” the boy snapped.
Niarok didn’t answer, just kept glaring. If the kid would use his eyes, he would probably be able to figure something out.
He looked deep into the boy’s eyes and sensed something: spirit.
A grudging semblance of whatever comes before respect sort of took hold in Niarok’s heart.
“I’m not claiming to be an expert on anything, you know far more than I do, but I do genuinely want to help. Just let me, won’t you?” the boy finally snapped with an air of calm, although the underlying quiver in his voice betrayed just how much anger he was hiding.
Niarok nodded, satisfied concerning the boy, and prepared to answer his question, but something distracted him: namely, Yila’s favorite assassin.
He and the one-legged man were having a discussion, and Niarok’s respect for the assassin grew, although he couldn’t entirely appreciate someone who murdered people for hire.
The one-legged man seemed to have a similar opinion, and said so.
The conversation went on, but it lost Niarok’s interest. He was stuck in a memory.
“It’s for the best, son.”
“But I don’t want to!”
“You have to. It’s what your mother would have wanted.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”Yila tapped his shoulder subtly, and no one but Niarok would have noticed, but it was enough to snap him out his memory.
Vomit roiled in his stomach.
No. My past will not define me. I won’t let it define me.
Niarok hardened his face, washing all the emotions behind a wall, so that the only way to know what he was feeling would be to stare creepily into the depths of his eyes.
Most people didn’t do that. His eyes were too fierce.
Niarok forced all his emotions into a ball that he would deal with later, shoved it beneath the surface, and allowed emotion back into his face, turning to the boy.
“Look. I appreciate your offer. I actually do,” he added when the boy’s face took on an expression of extreme doubt mixed with an undertone of murderous intentions. “But there’s not much we can do. I don’t have Mirianweed, and as I’m sure you heard, I believe this castle is capable of accelerating healing.”
“Which, I know, is technically impossible. But that’s the only explanation for everything I’ve seen here. The only thing I can suggest is that you help me carry my sister until she can walk on her own. And later, if you’re really curious, I’ll give you a piece of paper with the functions of Mirianweed written on it.”
Niarok turned back forward, adjusting Yila’s arm on his shoulder.
A few minutes later there was a distant rumbling sound, and Niarok looked up. His torch popped again. It was down to a quarter.
“Anyone else thinking it might be time to rest?” he called.
Somewhere in his backpack he had food.
And somewhere else in his backpack, he had two of Yila’s throwing knives, which she was clearly itching to get back. She kept looking at her belt between stints of staring at the assassin.
"The darkness is seldom complete, and even when it is, the pinprick of light is not long in coming."
October 28, 2021 at 3:29 pm #143167Denali Christianson@denali-christiansonAlso, posting their personality types since I finally had time to figure it out!
Niarok: ISTJ-T
Yila: ISTP-A
Okay, I’ll stop taking up space now… 😀
"The darkness is seldom complete, and even when it is, the pinprick of light is not long in coming."
October 28, 2021 at 4:05 pm #143174Emily Waldorf@emily-waldorfpersonality types are so cool! do you take the meyer-briggs test for your characters, or what method do you use?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.comOctober 28, 2021 at 7:52 pm #143178Emily Waldorf@emily-waldorfHere folks, I thought of something else I wanted Qatar to do… sorry for posting so much.
Qatar
He watched Acyn hurry away, glancing in the direction he went. There was a man whom Qatar hadn’t seen before. He looked exhausted and his clothes were covered with dried blood. Some of it was green, so obviously not all his own. Next to him limped a girl, one arm draped around the man’s neck, the other hanging at her side, twice the size it should be. She was covered in blood, too…more of it was her own, though. They looked so much alike that even though the girl’s eyes were glazed and her face flushed with fever, he could tell instantly that they were siblings.
A short, dark girl–almost as short as Quin–was on the other side of the girl. she was doing alright, but the man needed rest, and he needed it soon, though judging by his face, he’d never have admitted it. Qatar glanced at Quin. that other man Quin evidently had quarreled with was helping him.
In three long strides Qatar stood next to the wounded man. Without introducing himself he took the girl’s hand and slid it off the man’s shoulder. he could feel the girl’s sides next to his, warm and heaving with her fever. , but her fingers were cold as ice.
The man fixed him with a death-stare, but all Qatar said was. “I won’t break her.”
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.comOctober 28, 2021 at 10:02 pm #143237Denali Christianson@denali-christiansonYESSSS I LOVE IT SO MUCH I CAN’T EVEN RIGHT NOW!!!!!! And don’t worry – if anyone is overposting, it’s me.
Also, would it be cool if maybe Niarok saved Qatar’s life at some point? I literally love Qatar so much and I feel like Niarok and him should have some kind of friendship at some point, but it seems like Niarok has a long way to go to earn his respect…
Niarok
Niarok sighed when no one answered his query. He clearly hadn’t proven himself yet.
Why are people so stupid?
Niarok’s shoulders ached. He may have been the strongest person he had ever met, but even strong people got tired after carrying 120 pounds of dead weight around for a day and a half, and getting attacked by an inanimate building fifteen times in the space of an hour.
Niarok’s torch sputtered and went out, and he lit his second one completely on autopilot. He could feel the crippling weariness come on, the kind that impaired his judgement and made him do stupid things.
No. Not now.
Niarok growled a curse and fought to stay alert. He managed it a few minutes before lapsing back into lethargy. Yila slumped between him and the boy, her head lolling. She desperately needed rest, far more than he did. He needed to change her bandage and give her something to eat.
He also worried that the temperature of the cave would continue to drop. It was pleasantly cool after the lava, but if it continued to chill, they would have problems.
Niarok’s empty stomach roared, and he cursed again. His body was screaming at him to do something, and he knew he couldn’t afford to push himself much farther if he hoped to be sharp again anytime in the near future.
A nearly imperceptible snap sounded behind him, and he heard the scuttle of gravel. Then all of sudden, Yila’s arm was off his shoulder and he was off to the side.
He turned around and beheld the feral mountain lion man with his sister’s arm draped over his shoulders.
Niarok’s senses went into hyperdrive and he glared daggers at the man. Sure, the guy seemed to be the only one, besides the assassin, who even remotely deserved Niarok’s respect, but no one, absolutely no one, grabbed his sister and ran away with her and expected to live their life in comfort ever again.
He poured fury into his gaze, promising a dark future for the man.
“I won’t break her,” feral mountain lion said, and walked away without another word.
Niarok stood in place for a long second, watching him go, and allowed himself to consider the possibility that the man saw the pain Niarok was hiding and decided to step in and help. Judging from his stern expression, Niarok figured he didn’t want to be thanked. Not that Niarok ever would have thanked anyone for taking his sister away, but he was eternally grateful to have the burden off his shoulders.
He adjusted the straps of his backpack, shifted the quivers of arrows to his other arm, and in two brisk paces leveled with the older man.
He waited for the man to look at him, then he stared him down, waiting for the silent communication of respect.
Through his gaze, Niarok stated he was grateful for the help, he respected the other man’s decision, and he would personally see to his death if he ever dared hurt his sister.
The other man nodded, his face never breaking its stone expression, and Niarok nodded back. In another time and place, Niarok may have even become friends with the man. As it was, it was everything he could do to stay awake, maintain his constitution, and protect his sister all at once. He would stop and sleep soon, with or without the group, and he would take his sister with him.
Though he never looked at the man, and the man never looked at him again, there was an unspoken understanding of this, and the man’s face softened somewhere behind the stone with the tiniest speck of respect.
Emily, if you don’t like the end, feel free to change it! 🙂
"The darkness is seldom complete, and even when it is, the pinprick of light is not long in coming."
October 28, 2021 at 10:28 pm #143238Rusted Knight@rusted-knightKlein looked up at the night sky. It was so much like it was on Earth and Mars. Stars twinkled and shown in the black abyss. Peacefully they would drift over the sky through the night. Few would notice that. It was taken for granted that simple things were often the most beautiful. While he admired the view Klein recorded it. His suit’s computer included a star map for navigation. It would now try to determine where he was but the lack of a starting location would delay the results.
Sighing, Klein set to work on his rifle. The current configuration was too long for use in the jungle environment they were now faced with. Grasping the barrel shroud, Klein unscrewed the fore end of the rifle. Shortened to a carbine, he could now use it more freely. His armor on the other hand couldn’t change so easily. It had been designed for stormtroopers and so was more heavily armored. That armor made the suit bulky but also allowed for more storage. Klein would have to deal with the bulk. Sending and electric current over the composite plates, the grey tones faded, replaced by darker greens and black. It was the only real change he could do.
The others were drifting on into the jungle. Silently, Klein began to shadow them. Soon he had slipped ahead of them. He didn’t let them out of hearing range or out of sight. The torch held by the newcomer Nairok was quite a beacon. Which was why Klein remained in the shadows. Before being enhanced, he had been a Marine Corps scout. The light would draw in any enemies in the area. And Klein would intercept them.
While he would have liked to help poor Yila, his medic kit was basic. Morphine syringes, armor paste to seal the suit if was punctured in space, gauze and hemostatic meds. None of them would be any good for the swelling she had on her arm. The morphine could cut the pain but too much could kill her.
For now he would remain on patrol.
I have an idea – lets do theme songs for our characters. I’m a sucker for music, it helps me write and imagine! Pick a song of any genre that you feel speaks to your character the most. Maybe you heard it one day and it inspired you create that character. Or maybe you just thought ‘wow that song sounds exactly like this character’.
Well I think Klein’s would be something like Toby Keith’s American Soldier.
The Devil saw me with my head down and got excited. Then I said Amen
October 28, 2021 at 10:50 pm #143239Emily Waldorf@emily-waldorfYESSSS I LOVE IT SO MUCH I CAN’T EVEN RIGHT NOW!!!!!! And don’t worry – if anyone is overposting, it’s me. Also, would it be cool if maybe Niarok saved Qatar’s life at some point? I literally love Qatar so much and I feel like Niarok and him should have some kind of friendship at some point, but it seems like Niarok has a long way to go to earn his respect…
YAYAYAYAY! I’m so glad you like Qatar! I’m having a bit of trouble with him, and so I’m highly pleased that you like him. I’m trying to make him a jerk, but a human jerk, troubled jerk, who hates himself as much as everybody else, ya know? (and despising people is kinda just where he’s at right now, Niarok…don’t take it personally. As though Niarok would listen to that, lol. He seems to be taking things personally, rn)
That would be so interesting! I’m honestly not sure how Qatar would react…let’s see…He would probably be angry, initially, but give grudging respect in the end. (His first reaction to everything is anger. He has issues.) Ironically, another good way to gain Qatar’s respect is to respect Quin, even though Qatar himself disrespects Quin every chance he gets. Yeah, he’s complicated. But that is so much more boring than Niorak saving his life, so…can we try both respect-getting mechanisms? 😛
Noooo, I don’t want to change it. You got Qatar so right! It’s so fun to see him written by somebody else. :))) I am all happiness now. I’ll have to post again, but not tonight. I’m all bug-eyed from screens already. 😀
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.comOctober 28, 2021 at 11:00 pm #143240Denali Christianson@denali-christiansonYAYAYAYAY! I’m so glad you like Qatar! I’m having a bit of trouble with him, and so I’m highly pleased that you like him. I’m trying to make him a jerk, but a human jerk, troubled jerk, who hates himself as much as everybody else, ya know?
HE’S LITERALLY MY FAVORITE KIND OF CHARACTER AND I LOVE HIM TO DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also you’re doing a great job of him, which I loveeeeee!!!
(and despising people is kinda just where he’s at right now, Niarok…don’t take it personally. As though Niarok would listen to that, lol. He seems to be taking things personally, rn)
I’ll try and convince Niarok that-
*Niarok grabs the computer*
I actually think he’s the only sane guy around here, so thank you very much!
*snatches computer back*
Hey! I’m glad you like him but you need to stop stealing my computer!
*dodges herbs flying at head*
NIAROK STOP IT!!!!! SHOULDN’T YOU BE SLEEPING????
That would be so interesting! I’m honestly not sure how Qatar would react…let’s see…He would probably be angry, initially, but give grudging respect in the end. (His first reaction to everything is anger. He has issues.) Ironically, another good way to gain Qatar’s respect is to respect Quin, even though Qatar himself disrespects Quin every chance he gets. Yeah, he’s complicated. But that is so much more boring than Niorak saving his life, so…can we try both respect-getting mechanisms?
ABSOLUTELY LET’S GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! I’m going to get Niarok to weasel his way into Quin’s life in the most Niarok-ish way possible just as soon as he saves his sister from impending doom…
Noooo, I don’t want to change it. You got Qatar so right! It’s so fun to see him written by somebody else. :))) I am all happiness now. I’ll have to post again, but not tonight. I’m all bug-eyed from screens already.
*pats self on back* I’m so proud of myself rn!!! And I’m so excited to see where this goes!!!!!!! *squeals in utter delight* And you have a good plan there. I’m going to go be a productive human now…
"The darkness is seldom complete, and even when it is, the pinprick of light is not long in coming."
October 28, 2021 at 11:21 pm #143241Emily Waldorf@emily-waldorf@rusted-knight, aha! the enigmatic Klein. I think it’s cool that he’s an ex-Marine.
I am just figuring out that Niarok’s ‘feral mountain lion’ is Qatar. I am dying over here, girl! This is just getting better. Also, great job writing Qatar. 🙂
Also…just figured out I was spelling Niarok’s name wrong. *facepalm*. I hate it when that happens.
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Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.comOctober 28, 2021 at 11:28 pm #143243Emily Waldorf@emily-waldorfHE’S LITERALLY MY FAVORITE KIND OF CHARACTER AND I LOVE HIM TO DEATH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also you’re doing a great job of him, which I loveeeeee!!!
Thank youuuuuuu! That means so much to me. I was/am super scared I’m going to nail the jerk part and skip the sympathetic part.
NIAROK, GIVE DENALI HER COMPUTER BACK!
ABSOLUTELY LET’S GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! I’m going to get Niarok to weasel his way into Quin’s life in the most Niarok-ish way possible just as soon as he saves his sister from impending doom…
Yay! I like Niarok, and I can’t wait to see what a Niarok’s Niarok-ish way is!!!! Also can’t wait to see what you/we come up with for Qatar’s near-death-Niarok-saves-his-life experiance!
See ya tomorrow, Lord willing.
Gaaa, I didn’t think this role play would be so helpful, but I could actually write some tonight!
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.comOctober 29, 2021 at 8:10 am #143246Rose@rose-colored-fancyAww, I love Quin so much! 🙂 I just adore him, he’s so sweet! I think Qatar has some… issues but I’m sure he’s an overall nice person! (Characters with issues are just the best though!)
Here folks, I thought of something else I wanted Qatar to do… sorry for posting so much.
Don’t worry about it! I love reading your stuff! I’m just so glad the castle is thriving again 🙂
@denali-christianson
Although I will say, the song Andrew’s Song by End of Silence is very Niarok. It would make sense if y’all knew his backstory, but you don’t, and it’s not my story to tell. *shoots meaningful glance at Niarok**dodges herbs flying at head*
Okay, sorry! I’m just saying, you really ought to tell them!
*runs away as Niarok draws his sword*
Okay, next…
Don’t you just love it when your characters threaten you? 🥰 *Cough* Liorah *cough* XD
LOL, Liorah and Niarok would hate each other so much XD And Liorah and Qatar would be just as bad! XD (Liorah can’t get along with anyone, apparently XD)
Lol!!! That’s hilarious and I literally didn’t even catch that I was so into Niarok’s character!!!! He’s so annoyed right now, and then there’s just a kid who’s obviously younger than him trying to talk to him about something he clearly doesn’t know much about and Niarok was annoyed and life was annoying and TA-DAA!!! THIS IS GREATTTT!!!!!!!
It worked really well! It’s actually a very natural reaction, it feels really authentic!
Oh, just wanted to clear up, I think I was vague about it before, Acyn wasn’t the one helping Yila. Sahar was, she’s the one who got on the other side of Yila and helped support her. Acyn was just kinda trailing after Niarok, trying to get him to talk XD
I can’t wait to see if Niarok and Acyn actually start to like each other! (LOL, he’s having some trouble making friends XD)
Ohh, MBTI! Acyn is an INTJ-a and Sahar is an ENFP-t! (I think I’m INFJ-t 🙂 )
Without darkness, there is no light. If there was no nighttime, would the stars be as bright?
October 29, 2021 at 9:23 am #143248Emily Waldorf@emily-waldorfAww, I love Quin so much! 🙂 I just adore him, he’s so sweet! I think Qatar has some… issues but I’m sure he’s an overall nice person! (Characters with issues are just the best though!)
Oh, yay! I’m so thrilled, because I struggle to make real characters, so I’m glad you like him
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.comOctober 29, 2021 at 10:28 am #143254Denali Christianson@denali-christiansonI am just figuring out that Niarok’s ‘feral mountain lion’ is Qatar. I am dying over here, girl! This is just getting better. Also, great job writing Qatar.
Lol!!!!!! I thought that would be a good way to describe him after reading your first description, and then it kinda just stuck and now I love it so much!!!! And thank you. I try. He’s like my favorite kind of character ever, so…
Thank youuuuuuu! That means so much to me. I was/am super scared I’m going to nail the jerk part and skip the sympathetic part.
You actually did a great job of this! He keeps doing heroic things, but they’re all done in a jerky way and it’s JUST SO PERFECT!!!!!! I love Qatar. *Gets dreamy face*
Okay anyways…
LOL, Liorah and Niarok would hate each other so much XD And Liorah and Qatar would be just as bad! XD (Liorah can’t get along with anyone, apparently XD)
OH MY GOSH I WANT TO SEE THAT SOOOO BAD!!!!!! And then writing Yila’s reaction would literally be the most hilarious thing ever! Niarok hasn’t yet felt comfortable roasting anyone in the group yet… but I’m going to die when he does!
It worked really well! It’s actually a very natural reaction, it feels really authentic!
It felt authentic when I wrote it, so I’m glad I wasn’t going (as) crazy!
Oh, just wanted to clear up, I think I was vague about it before, Acyn wasn’t the one helping Yila. Sahar was, she’s the one who got on the other side of Yila and helped support her. Acyn was just kinda trailing after Niarok, trying to get him to talk XD
Ooooohhhh…
Yeah, sorry about that…
Ohh, MBTI! Acyn is an INTJ-a and Sahar is an ENFP-t! (I think I’m INFJ-t )
YAYYYY PERSONALITY TYPES!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, I’m an ENFJ-a.
Which means that most of the people I meet in person get knocked over by the force of my general exuberance.
Which might be a problem…
"The darkness is seldom complete, and even when it is, the pinprick of light is not long in coming."
October 29, 2021 at 11:23 am #143255Emily Waldorf@emily-waldorfLol!!!!!! I thought that would be a good way to describe him after reading your first description, and then it kinda just stuck and now I love it so much!!!! And thank you. I try. He’s like my favorite kind of character ever, so…
Yay! Yeah, a heroic jerk–good description of Qatar. 🙂
Thank you!!!! I’m so pleased that you like Quin–I do too. the poor guy just has to get over some things and he’ll be fine.
Qatar
The man looked at him, boring holes into Qatar’s shoulder until he turned and met his eyes.
The man’s stare seemed to say, “Thank you for your help, but if you do anything to my sister I will personally kill you.”
Qatar nodded. Agreed.
The man nodded back, then fell in behind Qatar.
The boy has a heart of steel as far as his sister’s safety is concerned.
Qatar glanced back at him. Now, when he thought no one was looking, his shoulders sagged, and his eyes were almost as glazed as his sister’s. Qatar’s face softened a little, and he put his other arm around the girl, better supporting her—almost carrying her.
Don’t worry, kid. I’ll take care of her just fine. How long have you been carrying her, anyway?
As he supported the girl more, she sagged into his arm. Her eyes were unseeing as she stared straight ahead, no longer listening to the chatter of the girl on her other side, or even looking at her assassin friend anymore.
The girl’s brother had feebly called out for a rest, but none of the others had heard.
“How about a rest?”
Qatar’s voice echoed in the cave, and this time there was no doubt that they heard. Everyone stopped and looked back at him. Just then Yila’s knees buckled, and the girl on the other side of her scrabbled, trying to help her. Without a word, Qatar took Yila from Sahar’s grasp and lifted her as if she were no heavier than a twelve-year-old.
Niarok stumbled up beside him to look into his sister’s face.
Denali, same-o. If you don’t like this, please feel free to change anything. 😊
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