Gabrielle looked around at the three men that had surrounded her. They were all big, and not just with muscles. One of them, the leader if she had to guess, pounded his fist into his palm in a manner that he must have thought threatening. 'Yer gunna regret ever steppin' on our turf, chicky." He said, and she had to choke back a laugh. "Git'r boys." As one, the group of men moved in to attack. The leader threw a heavy handed punch that she easily sidestepped, but another guy managed to hit her with a burst of fire. She had obviously under estimated thier abilities. Gabrielle cursed, patting the fire out and backing away slowly right into another guy. He grabbed her from behind and held her tight as the first guy repeatedly punched her in the stomach, nearly crushing her in the process. By this time a small crowd had begun to form, curious to see what the commotion was about. The man that was holding her let her drop to the ground and kicked her in her shattered ribs. "That should teach you to mess with us on our turf. There's a reason my gang is respected here. We've got power." The leader said with a sneer, and then to the crowd. "Move off! Whatcha lookin' at?" Gabrielle had started to get to her feet slowly, and the crowd began to murmer. Nobody had ever gotten back up from an attack like that. "Hey, ugly." She said, spitting blood at his feet as he turned to face her. "It's my turn now." There was a moment of silence, broken only when someone in the crowd shouted "Get them!" Gabrielle grinned, and sprang at the man that had blasted her with fire. Before anyone knew what had happened, she was standing behind him with a long knife in her hand and the man was on the ground - his head barely connected to his neck by a mere inch of skin. The crowd erupted in screams and shouts, and the remaining two men began to run. Gabrielle flicked her knife at the one that had held her and the blade buried itself to the hilt in his back. he managed two more steps before he too dropped dead. The leader found himself blocked by the crowd now, unable to go anywhere as Gabrielle slowly approached him. "No...p-please..." He stammered. "D-don't k-kill m-me..." Gabrielle grinned, exposing sharp fangs. "Why would I kill you?" she asked, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and forcing him to look her in the eyes. "I can feed off you for a month at least. Maybe more." She looked to the stunned crowd, her deep blue eyes now glowing violet. "Go home now, there's nothing to see here. There never was." The crowd turned as one and silently went off in seperate directions as Gabrielle jerked the man's head to one side and bit into his neck. He barely made a sound as she drank his life-giving blood - her own wounds slowly mending. Your MC is told that s/he will die tomorrow. What would his/her bucket list be?
He would probably just mope around. Your MC comes across a substantial amount of money! What do they do with it?
Stick some of it in a bank account and use the rest to splurge on copious amounts of everything. Your character has been buried alive with their closet friend or favourite object. How do they try to escape?
Your character has been buried alive with their closet friend or favourite object. How do they try to escape? After considering all options, Magnafire and Blade Edge opt to use the plain of Vulk Grulain, and in moments they are free of dirt that buried them. Your MC is on an alien world, how would they react to this new enviroment?
Your MC is on an alien world, how would they react to this new enviroment? Helen Chert does this all the time. If she's landing on a planet she's not familiar with, she'll ask the ship's computer to scan it for information on life forms, breathable air, and whether or not it's safe to go out at all. If it is safe, she goes out, but she makes sure she stays close to the ship, or keeps radio contact with her at all times. If she suddenly meets an alien, she is quick to hold her hands up to show that she means no harm. If she's lucky, the alien won't attempt to attack her, maybe even offer to trade with her. If the alien attacks, Helen has to choose whether or not to fight the alien and risk causing a bigger problem, or run back to the ship and get the hell away. Helen often sends along experts of alien flora and fauna to gather samples for analysis, and they study this in a special chamber in her ship. Once, they brought in this strange plant-pod thing that was the size of a child, thinking it was a weird seed. Turns out, it was literally a cocoon for a plant-baby thing. Upon discovering this, they simply brought it to the nearest village on that planet and left. They still don't know what happened to it, or if it was the best thing to do. Your MC has been infected by a plant fungus that is slowly turning them into a deranged monster with fungi growing on them. What do they do??
Your MC has been infected by a plant fungus that is slowly turning them into a deranged monster with fungi growing on them. What do they do?? Thiryn prays. And dies praying. For the sake of international diplomacy, your MC must marry someone whom they've never met and don't want to. Do they obey? How do they feel?
G1: Only if she's nice and willing to go on adventures with him. G2: It doesn't matter - she'll never be around the house anyway. G3: No - She is unable to marry, according to the tenets of her vocation G4: A sword and the strength to wield it holds more power to change the world than a wedding ring. Your MC has been given/ascended to power over a nation. How do they run it?
Poorly. They slowly dissemble all of it's institutions and inadvertently create a horrible quality of life for the nation's people. He does this by squandering all of the nation's money on personal expenses and just through general disregard of all leadership responsibility. Basically plunging the nation into ruin before eventually being overthrown. Your MC is afflicted with an addiction to a drug with no hope of overcoming this addiction. Basically they have to be addicted to a drug - with no chance of becoming sober. What is the drug and what impact does it have on your MC? P.S. The addiction is both physical and mental.
Not too dissimilar from a certain situation in my WIP. Some people are taken (with or without their consent) and conditioned to be disposable soldiers. Their bodies are thoroughly invaded with augmentations, nanomachines and neural implants, that integrate their mental and corporeal being with the software and AI of the suit, the second skin they are doomed to wear for the rest of their lives. Not merely physical, but the drugs, hormones and enzymes that are pumped through their bodies, among other things, alter their minds - selectively increasing or decreasing aggression, empathy, dissociation, pain/fatigue sensitivity, amnesia, etc. My particular MC goes through most different variations of its effects in one form or another, as he is, above all, an "experimental prototype." As purposely dehumanizing as that title is. Your MC has been diagnosed with a fatal, incurable disease. They will be dead in 8 months. Incapacitated in 6. What do they do with their remaining time? What do they do about their goals? Do their best? Try as hard as they can, as long as they can? Give up? Etc.
Male lead: "Only 8 months? Really? What about all the people I will leave behind?" He was thinking for a while. "Still, now I'm sure I don't have to be so careful anymore. let's go kick their butts!" (Doesn't really 'realize/process' the fact that he's going to die, unless he's in a threatening situation) Female lead: "What? You can't defeat them! We are just to find out where they are coming from! Let's finish our task and go home. I don't want to spend my last few months of my life fighting for this world, for people that I don't even know!" (Wants to finally have an easy life with the other main (or at least some husband-like person), at least before she dies) Your MC suddenly finds her/himself in a burning building. The window is still free of fire, but it's three stories high. The stairs are the slow way down, and a lot safer, but there's fire in between him/her and that exit. How does your MC react, emotionally + choice? (The fire can't be quelled!)
Leon would do his best to find some other way. When it becomes obvious there is none, he'd take a second just to process his next steps, the feat ahead of him. He'd look for anything to put over him - curtains, a blanket, etc. Heart pounding, adrenaline flowing, his face burning from the heat and nerves, he'd keep his head down and storm through the fire - running as quickly as possible without risking tripping, flying down the stairs, etc. Something like that. Your MC is presented with either continuing along with their journey the way it is, or violating their deepest values and convictions in order to gain an incredible advantage in achieving their goals. A short-cut of a kind, at the cost of their integrity. Which option do they choose and why? If the latter, what are the values that they violate? How badly does it bother them, if at all?
Skylar would continue on her journey the way it is, despite it being painful and confusing. Besides, she's finding herself in a new world where she is finally accepted for who she is, faults and all. And although Skylar gets herself into some trouble with the wrong guy and has to save the world from darkness rising, she's not one to give up. She is stubborn and pig headed, but also loyal to a fault - to friends and herself. She would never be able to live with herself if she turned her back on everyone and let the darkness take over, even though it's an incredibly handsome and alluring man. Your character suddenly finds themselves inheriting a large sum of money. What do they buy first? Why? How, if at all, does the money change them?
*Large sum of money is placed before him* Coyan: Well, that's weird. I guess the humble thing to do is obviously split it up. It'd give most of it to my parents and aunt, since they deserve a lot for looking after me. Especially my aunt, she took it upon herself to take care of me while my parents were gone. The little I save for myself-- Since I've got enough money saved up already, I'd spend it on some clothing. I've not done that for a while since getting here. And oh, that reminds me. Flights back to Ireland and screw the return ticket. Because if I had a choice, I probably wouldn't return where I am now. Money, change me? As if. Your character is thrown in a high school fully of typical crazy teenagers. How do the teenagers react to your character and how does your character react to them?
I don't imagine any of my characters would do well in a highschool environment, nor have any of them been in one. They have more pressing concerns than prom and teenage drama, such as surviving and changing the world. In that order. They would react to each other poorly. And in Armada and Lithius' case, potentially violently. Armada has little tolerance for frivolity and histrionics. One unwise rumor about him and someone would have a broken nose, or worse. And Lithius... rapes, tortures, kills and eats everything that moves, basically. Leon would be the weird, shy kid no one talks to. Yeah, I don't have many mentally "healthy" characters. Reason might get along with them. He's kind of an air-head. Is your MC(s) a milk and cereal or bacon and eggs kind of morning person? If they're vegan or something and neither are applicable, what do they prefer for breakfast?
Well My MC, Amber, is neither a milk and cereal or bacon and eggs morning person. She prefers to have either pancakes or waffles with chocolate chips and whipped cream. However if she has no choice but to choose milk and cereal or bacon and eggs, she would pass and not eat either. Amber is very picky and particular with what she can eat. There has been one occasion where her guardian made her an omelet because he cared enough to show he can take care of her. It was the only time she really ate eggs for breakfast. Your characters has been kidnapped and has a black bag over their head. They are taken to an unknown location where they are dropped off with a plastic bag containing $5, a bottle of water, a lighter and pencil. How does your MC survive and find safety?
"I ain't no level of amused by this, Addison," Grumbles Charles under his breath as he scoffs at the tools left to him. "The hell is this?" He picks up the five-dollar bill, pinching the thin paper between two meaty fingers, and shakes it in front of his face. "Where are the, Space be damned, notes. I can't use . . . whatever the hell this is," Charles face scrunched up in disgust as he becomes less and less amused by this prank—he assumes is Addison's doing, she is the only one stupid and bored enough to kidnap him off his ship. "If you can hear me woman I want my gun back, I want my ship back, I want my crew and I ain't drinking that," he points to the bottle of water at his feet with the five-dollar bill between his fingers. An hour later Charles settles in with his back pressed to the wall of the barren room the supplies left to him scattered around his crossed legs. He considers the pencil near his left foot and briefly wonders if he should scribble something down on the floor. He does not intend to leave the room, not without knowing what planet he is on or what is out there. He has had enough adventures on black water world to know anywhere Addison may have dropped him was no place he wanted to run around without a weapon. If he died here at least he could leave Bear, Bautut, Greg, and Ch`Ek a message, well more like orders to beat the living snot out of Addison and demand as many notes as they could from her before she passed out. Spare her life though, as much as it would suck to die by her scheming Charles knew better than to put Margret through that, just scare the damn brawd. Grinding his teeth together until they hurt, Charles gives into the frustration of waiting and grabs the pencil off the floor. He tucks his legs under him and settles on all fours, brushing the dirt of the floor enough to sketch out some directions to his crew, then sits back with a thump and a huffed bitter cure, his eyes turned towards the ceiling. “I’ll give them lot a few more hours before I head out,” the thoughts said with calm confidence that they will come. Charles knows they are, his crew, is out looking for him it was just a matter of time until they figure out what has happened. Basically, Charles would wait it out. He's from a sci-fi world and he would simply assume, after bitching at the air about Addison (the only person who might do something like this and the first person he'd accuse), that his people would be out looking for him. Maybe after a day he might start moving, looking around for things he could use before stepping outside the building (in this case) and looking for other people or something to communicate with possibly passing space transport. He's spend a lot of time bitching at Addison though, he gets angry at her a lot. Your character has been given a high power rifle, a box of 100 ammunition, a stake knife, and told to fight off three waves of 100 zombies each. Lets see your character fight!
Being the right hand man of death Ki would simply order the zombie hordes back to where ever they came from. Not an interesting fight. Marcus would probably be scared out of his wits then pull himself together and try to stay alive. The characters from my zombie story are already doing this so they would just sigh at the idea of more zombies then continue killing. Sol would bring about a storm to wash them away. Zombie don't appear to be much of a threat to my characters sadly. Your MC is locked in a coffin at the bottom of the sea. What do they do?
Gabrielle looked at the gun and frowned. She had never used one before, and she wasn't about to start either - but on the other hand, it did seem like a waste not to. Grabbing the rifle in both hands by the barrel, she swung the stock hard into the first zombie's head like a club, bashing the walking corpse's head open like an over-ripe orange. She recoiled slightly, spitting out bits of bone that had flown into her mouth. Another nearby zombie took advantage of her momentary distraction and grabbed her around the arm, trying to pull it close enough to his mouth to bite. She kicked out catching him in the stomach and causing it to stagger. She swung the rifle around again and knocked his head sharply to the side. A loud crack told her that his neck had snapped under the force of her swing. Grinning broadly now, she continued using the rifle as a makeshift bludgeoning tool until it was reduced to mere scraps. She stood over the bodies of a hundred walking dead, breathing heavily. She had somehow survived without being bitten once - though there had been a couple close calls. Knees shaking, she allowed herself to collapse beside a nearby car. Then she heard something that made her blood turn cold - a loud keening wail piercing the night's silence. The car's alarm system had been triggered. She got quickly back to her feet as yet another swarm of zombies came ambling toward her. She cursed and hurried over to a nearby building and forced the door open. Once inside she looked around. She was inside somebody's house. It looked as though it must have been deserted for a long time. She was barely into the kitchen when she heard the windows crash open from the living room behind her. She reached the stove and whispered a silent prayer to whatever deity might be listening - though she doubted any were - and turned the starter. It clicked once...twice...the spark caught and a flame began to burn. She turned on the other three burners and placed a frying pan over each then reached into her pockets and pulled out the box of ammunition. She ripped open the box and poured the bullets into the frying pans before hurrying out the back door. But something had caught her eye - there, on the counter top glinting in the blue firelight, was a steak knife. She quickly grabbed it before running quickly out the back door. She had barely reached the fence before she heard the first 'shot'. Soon the night was filled with the sound of gunfire and within moments the house was riddled in bullet holes. She listened, but couldn't hear any shuffling or groans from inside. Satisfied that her gambit had worked, she jumped over the fence into the neighboring yard and then the one after that. Keeping to the shadows as best she could, Gabrielle soon made her way to the local police station. With any luck there would be a radio she could use to call for help. She broke from cover and started across the street, but it seemed she was not the only one to come to that conclusion. Ahead of her, a group of survivors were running toward the station - two of them supporting a third that seemed to be injured. Close behind them was yet another group of shuffling zombies. It was clear the survivors would never make it to safety if they were dragging their friend. For a moment, Gabrielle considered leaving them to die. Then a small voice in her mind chastised her, reminding her that while death was something she had been looking for, other people wanted to avoid it. Cursing, she pulled out her pair of knives and launched herself into the crowd. "Get out of here!" She shouted at the stunned group of survivors. "I'll hold them off for you." "Who are...?" One started to ask, but something in Gabrielle's deep blue eyes caused him to lose his voice. It might have been the way they had seemed to flash violet. "Go," She said, turning to face the coming hoard. "Or don't. it doesn't matter to me, just stay out of my way." The survivors needed no further convincing, and they dragged their friend quickly away toward the police station - looking back to see the strange catgirl that had saved them moving gracefully through the mass of zombies. Her blades gleamed silver and crimson in the moonlight and she seemed to be dancing. "John, what are you doing?" The survivor asked as his friend began to bolt the door closed. "She's still out there!" "Yeah, and so are about a hundred more of those things, Kevin," said John. "it was great of her to save our bacon, but look at it logically...she's probably already dead, and if we don't secure the place, we will be too." Kevin looked away. He knew his friend was right, but he didn't like it. "Help me get this desk moved, and we'll call for help -" An unexpected moan cut John off in mid-sentence. Faces pale, the pair of them looked to their injured friend - he was already on his feet and lurching at them. *** Outside, Gabrielle stood once more surrounded by the lifeless bodies of the once undead. Her clothes were ripped in places, and barely holding together. She heard two gunshots behind her and she whipped around just in time to see the windows of the police station light up with the flash of a third shot. She ran to the front door but found it blocked. Forcing her way inside and closing the door behind her, she looked around. The survivors she had tried to save were lying dead not far from the door. She sighed and pushed the corpses outside and searched for the radio. Your MC wakes up in outer space. How did s/he get there?
She opened the wrong door in the house of gods. Your character receives an invitation to sing on The Voice. What song would they sing when they first appear on stage?
Charles would either sing his "theme song" Do You Remember by Ane Brun OR he would sing is "seduction song" (I don't know what to call it -- the song that best represents almost 100% his relationship to a fella named Bear on his ship) Jealous of your Cigarette by, Hawksley Workman. ---- Hope I'm not bearing any thread rule by answering twice in one page >___>' -------------------------------------------------------- Your character is murdered, what does their tombstone say?
Leon, "Finally found peace." Gareth, "A loving father and husband." (His personal/family life doesn't factor much into the actual story, but it's how he'd like to be remembered, above all.) Cordrey, "His work, his greatest love." Lithius, "Returned to the nothing from whence he came, the void he personified." Armada, "Gave everything for what he loved." If your MC had to choose a college major, what would it be?
Lapis has degrees in economics already, and use to teach. Portia would probably have studied phycology, actually maybe I should put that in as back story Your MC is locked in a cage fight, who would they least like to fight.
Your MC is locked in a cage fight, who would they least like to fight. Warren Young would least like to fight, Kroll the Creed Assassin of Valkalla because the man has a massive black bionic arm Tom Wilde would least to like to fight any Ascender, as they are alien, metal/organic beings. If your character was faced with the prospect of abandoning there beliefs to further their understanding, or avoid an unfortunate fate. Would they? or would they stick the path?
Dana would abandon her believes in an instant if she thought it could make a good story. Your MC was held hostage and offered a spot in a sick gameshow. (S)he would be stuck in a small room being a one-way window. The room is empty save for a chair with straps for the hands and feet, and a small table with various surgical instruments like scalpels, bone saws and scissors. Then the MC is given a choice: (S)he could take place in the chair and be tortured to death, or a random stranger will be placed in the chair, and the MC is forced to kill him. When the person is dead, the MC is free to go, and (s)he will be paid based on how brutal the death was. So for the question. Will the MC sit in the chair or do the killing? Keep in mind the other person is innocent and had the same choice as the MC.
Ralph would die rather than let someone else Your MC has the choice of how the world should end (*cough*Ghostbusters*cough*)
