Socrates: Probably be boring and use the swan again lol Either to fly out of the situation or chase the mugger, or possibly walk nochalently up the alleyway slowly and discretly increasing the ball of fireflies in his hand then shout huo xoli and encase said mugger in flames or burn his bum depending on his age. Angus: Give the mugger a fist in the face, bounce him round the alleyway a bit before dropping him off at A&E (ER) Nate: Walk calmly out of the alleyway leaving the dead mugger in a pool of blood from a slit throat or a broken neck. What weapons if any does your MC use? How effcient are they and have they ever had cause to use them ?
In the beginning of the story, he uses his deadbeat father's .38 & rusted bowie knife. He's quite proficient with both - the gun because he very rarely has enough ammo to afford missing, & his knife because, well, it's what he must use when he does miss. Not a lot of room for mistakes either way, so he's pretty good about not making them. Later in the story he is essentially brainwashed to be nothing more than a dehumanized weapon of mass destruction, living only to fight. At that point I'd say he's proficient with pretty much all conventional weaponry, & some not. Your MC finds out they have stalker - like, the crazy, dangerous kind. What do they do?
Wait for them to come around a corner and kill them. With as little mess as possible of course. Your character get's abducted by aliens whilst drinking a cup of coffee, What do they say to the aliens?
Captain Ford looked around cautiously, wiping the remnants of the spilled coffee from his beard and shirt. His grizzled eyes came back forward to stare at the alien, trying to pick out its eyes. "You know," he says in his gravelly drawl, "I've flown all around this galaxy and haven't come across aliens yet. Where the heck did y'all come from? What do you want? I can sell you some coffee if that's all you're after..." Your MC wakes up from getting knocked unconscious. He (she, whatever) is mid-air, falling into a body of water with a concrete block around his feet. What are his actions/thoughts?
"Christopher! would be my first thought before I probably realize I'm in a dream," Jeremiah says. "If it's real I still say Christopher and hope he could calculate something amazing so I can kill him later." What does your MC not like to do because they just don't want to do it (not because they can't)?
Socrates: I don't like being Anya's character, I really do not like the way she treats me like her personal property - one day I am seven, the next one hundred and seventy. She beats me up, she turns me mad, even got me drunk once. I'd rather not work for her on any level. Angus: I really don't like getting changed in front of people. Really, really don't like them seeing me part dressed. Nate: Fishing or anything else that belongs being still and quiet for long periods. I had the observation bit of being a spy. Is your character PC literate?
L: Having never seen anything more than the rusted-out shell of computer, no. Semi-literate in general, maybe. F: Having come from the privileged enclaves & completed his general education, yes. Would your MC rather live in a treehouse or a houseboat?
Ryll couldn't care less. She is very comfortable both on and in the water, and in the forest. She's not the best at moving arboreally, but she could manage in a pinch. Besides, if she had any pursuers at the moment, the treehouse would allow her a better view and a better chance at putting an arrow through an eye socket. Kaeli would be more comfortable in a treehouse. Although she's used to the big city, she is very skilled at parkour and would be able to move around mostly unhindered through the trees. Ford would prefer the houseboat, as it is similar to his spaceship. If he needed the comfort of weightlessness, he could just go underwater. What is your MC's favorite drink?
Mulled wine. Of course, it has to be heated in the traditional way-with a red hot poker. What kind of bed does your MC sleep in?
Socrates: Sleeping pallet, mattress, quilt he made himself Angus: Four poster bed, green quilt with gold swirls and green velvet curtains. Nate: Next to Soc or out in the open in a tent, How would your MC describe you ?
Ellipse: L: An old, sullied 40 year old mattress on the trailer floor. F: A wall-mounted, prison-style bunk. Despite how that sounds, it's a league above most anyone else. Elgaisma: Me? At first glance: A spoiled relic of mankind's naive pre-senescent adolescence, probably. In depth: We're not so different. They'd likely be reasonably similar to me if they were born a lifetime earlier, & vice versa. What's your MC's favorite kind of music/band?
"I like the Fray because their music is very sad in a wonderful display of beauty in lyrics and musical arrangement," Jeremiah says. "How To Save a Life does hold special meaning. I'm not a huge fan of music. I don't over obsess with it. It's enjoyable, but not a hobby to drown out my day with I-whatevers and swirling through music like a fat man does a dozen donuts." If you MC could do any xtreme sport (sans the fear they may have) which would it be?
If you MC could do any xtreme sport (sans the fear they may have) which would it be? Omar: Ice climbing! Heridon: Whitewater kayaking! Helen Chert: Hang gliding! Amos: Bungee jumping! *Everyone else stares at him in amazement/shock* Your MC must spend a day in another universe. Which shall he/she choose?
The one we're in I suppose, I don't know of any others. The standard of living is much higher here. What book/movie do you think your MC would fit in well?
"I'd fit into a hero type movie," Jeremiah says. "I got the talent and the skills to be with the best of them. Unless you ask Christopher. He'll say I can't do it without him. And if you don't say anything...he's right." Would your MC get out of bed if someone was beating on their door or would they just turn around and go back to sleep?
All my MC's would get out of bed to answer the door. Well...all except for Veith, who would magically create an explosive fireball outside the door to scare off whoever's knocking. Then again, Veith doesn't need sleep, so it's a moot point. What items do(es) your MC(s) collect? Any obsessions?
What items do(es) your MC(s) collect? Any obsessions? Amos: *Takes out box of stuff he keeps on a shelf above his bed* Let's see. I have a few feathers, coins, rocks of odd shapes, and a small statuette. Omar: Stamps. *Looks at eveyone else* What? Captain Helen Chert: Obsessions? Well, I listen to blues and jazz on the radio and sometimes I make the rest of the crewmen listen. XD Heridon: Pens. What is your MC allergic to?
Leon is mildly allergic to red meat & alcohol, but he eats & drinks them every chance he gets - indigestion/runny nose be d*mned. It could be argued that Franz is allergic to his donated left eye, needing to take anti-rejection meds & all. Your MC finds a wallet with a couple hundred dollars/euros in it, along with the owner's ID, cell number & numerous pictures of him & his smiling wife & kids. What do they do with it?
Luke: After finding the picture of the family, he'd give it to the cops. Kasey: SAme. Shannon: Give it to her dad, who is a cop. Boring reactions. Your hero/ine(s) step on a landmine. What happens?
Amos, Heridon, Omar, and Helen: *dies* Great, you've just killed off your MC and his/her angry ghost is in your room. What will you do!?
I'd celebrate, because Taylor is literally the girl from my dreams--meaning I dreamed her up one night, became obsessed with the images I saw, and turned her into the star of my stories. Thus the birth of the character. But anyway... Yes, I'd celebrate. Sure, I may have killed her off, but I'd have made her more real as a result. Ghostly or not, angry or not, she'd be here, and I would enjoy being haunted by her. Your MC has discovered a race of tiny humanoids living inside his bedroom wall. They're harmless, but they take great pleasure in coming out at night and rearranging any objects they can move. How does he react?
Your MC has discovered a race of tiny humanoids living inside his bedroom wall. They're harmless, but they take great pleasure in coming out at night and rearranging any objects they can move. How does he react? Amos: If killing them is too much for my mortal soul (it is), then I'd just ask Wilkins to move me elsewhere. Omar: *Takes out his notes* Very interesting... Heridon: *Scares them off with a broom* GET OUTTA HERE!! Helen: *Kneels down* Listen, little guys. You are a very cute species, but my Devonian friend is a carnivore and if he finds out that there are plump, squishy mice-sized people running around his room, he might try to eat you. No wait, scratch that. He will eat you. Here, hop into my purse and I'll find a better place for you. Kenthew: *Walks into room sniffing* Did I hear you say there was something plump and squishy in my room?? What is your MC's worst fear?
Al: *sees a dragonfly* Jenny: Al, what's up? Your heart is beating so fast suddenly. *looks at Al worriedly* Al: Er... nothing *his voice is tremulous* Jenny: Al, come on- *the dragonfly comes towards Al* Al: Aaaaaaaaaaaah! *jumps away* Jenny: *laughs* Honestly, Al? A dragonfly... honestly? xD Al: *colours up* phobia about dragonflies?! Jenny: *still giggling* Ok ok... hey little dragonfly *puts out her hand* *dragonfly lands on her hand* Jenny: Well, be so kind and leave my boyfriend alone, don't take it personally. He seems to be a strong guy, but he has a phobia... about dragonflies *laughs again* Al: Jenny, I can hear you... Your Mc wakes up. The sun is shining and when he goes outside, he suddenly begins to sparkle xD What does he do/think? (Ha...Twilight is so...gay?^^ (I hope I didn't offend any Twilight-Fan, I used to love it too and I'm not a hater, I just don't really like this sparkle-thing) )
Helen: *Enters the sick bay* Doctor, do you mind running full diagnostics on me? I began to sparkle upon entering direct sunlight. Dr. Kelly Cheen: Of course, captain. Just make yourself comfortable on the examination table and we'll begin running tests. A very dangerous snake has crawled onto the belly of your MC as he/she was sleeping. How does your MC act?
Medea woke to find a snaked curled up on her belly. Gently, oh-so-gently, she shook her husband. "Cassian," she whispered urgently, "get this thing off of me. Now!" Your MC is snowed in at home. How does (s)he plan to pass the time?
