Serana: psi message Tannan for help, tell him where she is. Sylara: wait until she is alone then signal for Gavin, her white eagle to fly in and take a message for help. Katia:controlled change for strength, and she would force open the door or bars, once able to get out of cage, complete her change and fly/glide to safety. oh, thermals from the hot lava. She hates the heat though.
My MC develops an advanced mist form throughout her story. It allows her to pass through the bars of the cage, but I'm still unsure about how well she'd be able to control it, whether she'd be able to grab the bars while reforming or if she'd fall or rematerialized with a bar through her body. Come up with a better question than how a character would deal with dropping a glass in the kitchen while barefooted, Severin!
Amos: Well, I'd pause, then very carefully get down to my knees and lightly brush the ground with my hands to gather up the loose glass. I'd call out for an employee to fetch for a bucket to put it in to dispose of it. Your MC is in a retirement home. What does he/she do?
Tiffany in an old folks home would find herself a little hustle with a bootleg beauty shop in her room spending the extra money of glamorus over the top outfits to wear ..... your character is asked to dance by a less than attractive admirer, do they give the buck toothed suitor a mercy dance ?
Willow: "No time for dancing this is war" Luke: Wouldn't even notice. You are helping me devolp my chars unknowingly. Your char found them self in the cave of a pack of angry wolves, they can only use one thing to help them fight or get them out. Weapons count! What is it?
G1: A broken rum-bottle - There's really only one way he could have gotten there in the first place. G2: A knife, that opens up into other knives that can be removed and thrown, which themselves contain knives. A girl should never leave home without it. G3: Faith made manifest - it's more potent that it sounds. G4: Bare fists. A good fight on equal terms. A random passerby in the street suddenly points at/behind your MC and screams and screams and screams. What?
Jonathan: NO, NO, NO, Oh NO! How could they have found me again? Your MC wakes up from stumbling drunk on St.Patty's day. What does he see when he/she first opens their eyes?
Heridon: *Sees the face of his mortal enemy* Oh for <expletive>'s sake!! Helen: *Sees the US queen* Oh <expletive>!! Amos: *Hears Robin talking to Mr. Parrish* Oh God...
John: Bugger me! How did I get back underground? Alice: Oh, no... Embraced with the toiled again? Are you superstitious? If so, what are your main superstitions?
None of my characters are really superstitious, no. They don't care about it all. What would your MC do if they found out you were planning on killing them off or someone they loved?
John would certainly kill me. Alice would run for her life. A huge animal bites the leg of your MC , leaving him incapacitated. And it's coming back to take another bite. He/She has only his/her hands as defense. What does she/he do?
Depending on the animal, my MC will crush it or cry out to their God(s) for mercy. How would your MC react to their flight being canceled?
"I can't take flights," Jeremiah says. "I'm on the no fly list. Big problem on my travel arrangements. I take trains and cars or stolen trucks." What natural disaster does your MC never want to experience?
I'm not sure if this has been asked or not, but what is your MC's favorite classical composer, (if any) and why?
Why, Bach, of course! 'Cause, musically, he's never let us down. Bach's always had our 'back'. Who would your MC feel free outrageously farting in front of? (Pardon me if this has been asked already)
What natural disaster does your MC never want to experience? Heridon: Hurricanes. Since I'm a Texan boy from Austin, I never had to deal with them. From what I heard from those who experiences hurricanes like Katrina, I hope to never have to deal with one. Me: Hmmm...interesting...I'll keep an eye out for future severe hurricanes coming into the Gulf for you to experience. Heridon: I hate you, John. I really do. Omar: Earthquakes. The idea that the ground can't even be trusted makes me paranoid. Helen: Since I'm in space most of the time, I wager getting to close to a solar flare. Your MC got drunk and woke up beside you. How do the both of you react?
Well, Benjamin's a few years older than me, but, otherwise, I'd be okay with it. He would feel a little uncomfortable, but not flip out, and suggest that we pretend it never happened. How would your MC react to losing his or her dominant hand?
Medea: *holds up the stump of her right arm* It only led me to declare war against the Empress and go on a murderous rampage to track down my adopted son's killer. How would your MC react to losing his or her dominant foot?
How would your MC react to losing his or her dominant foot? Omar: *Hobbles with a crutch* Onwards, my companions! To a new adventure! Heridon: *Glares at people off-screen* If you lot take this as an inspirational story about the little crippled guy who overcame difficult, nigh impossible odds to be a football player, I'm gonna take a baseball bat and swing it at your heads. Helen: No worries. I'll just have to make do with a prosthetic foot. Amos: *In the wheelchair of the time* Blind, crippled, and in a very uncomfortable wheelchair. *sighs* Think that's gonna stop me from being the detective I am? Robin: Somehow I doubt it. Your MC's pets just ran off without leashes or collars. How does your MC get them back?
Considering how Samantha lost both her humanity and some of her choices, she'd consider the loss of her foot just one more craptastic episode. She would question her elders on how effective her healing abilities would cope, considering that the scars she gained while mortal eventually fade to mental itchiness. My self-insert would insist on prehensile replacement, with the stipulation that it could be ripped off painlessly if it went berserk. My self-insert has feet that are talented enough to grab a wineglass and transfer it to her hand without spilling, provided she's still sober enough to concentrate. How would your MC cope with needing to assemble a picnic on short notice?
Angus: 'Shun I need a picnic fast can you see to it please?' Socrates: 'Oh I have some leftovers in the fridge and a basket prepared.' Nate: 'Soc have you seen my shotgun or can I borrow your bow and arrow? Oh come on at very least a fishing rod?' Your MC is looking at the delicatessan counter in the supermarket (store) - what do they choose for a romantic meal ?
The cheapest thing on display. He's over-practical and believes only in the necessary. What ONE WORD captures your MC's core value?
F loves the crisp quiteness of a nice sunrise. Mornings are also usually the best time for him to relax, work out, write/paint, work or otherwise allot his time as he sees fit - a luxury, to understate. L is originally quite nocturnal. Mornings are for sleeping through, being hung-over or unwillingly awakened. Later on, he is forced both into stasis & to stay awake for days on end, and morning eventually becomes as meaningless to him as any other time of day. Arbitrary or coincidental conditions of his activation. There's been a major disaster & blood supplies are abysmal. MC is a universal donor & their blood could help a lot of people. Do they give blood? Why/why not? How much/how often?
