Von, "In the blink of an eye, after hundreds or thousands of years of prosperity." Leon, "Quick. Just make it quick." Lithius, "Return humanity to its primal nature, once and for all. No more 'bastions of civilization', or longing for an artificial past that was nothing more than a fluke in our species' brief existence." Armada, "I've lost everything I've ever fought for. I've no preference. Nuclear winter, famine, The Plague, sure. Why not." A good one to recycle: Your character is murdered, what does their tombstone say?
AMOS GARNIER: 'A Frenchman to the end. Godspeed, little one.' HERIDON COPPER: 'Born a Texan, died for his Canadian and Japanese friends.' HELEN CHERT: 'May you always follow the stars, young Helen...' MIKE WOLFLETTER: 'Died as he lived: A goddamned Johnny-Reb!' Your MC is very much sleepy, but cannot sleep just yet, because he/she is at work on something. What does he/she do about this?
Riley Charles Tucker: Would drink half a bottle of whiskey, then get back to work. Marshal Greg: Work until he falls asleep at whatever he is doing. Addison Kinley: Would pass it off to one of her secretaries or finish it later. Gita Dwi: Would meditate until she reaches a trance state and when she comes down of the trance enlightened and strengthen she'd finish the job. Winsor: Would bitch, complain, flip off her patrons who would order her to do whatever it is she needs to do. Then punish (abuse mentally or physically or both) her later for being a child about it. Newman: Depends, if he was tracking a mark he'd keep working until he could sleep. If it wasn't important/work related he'd go to sleep. He can't exactly afford to be tired on the job. Your MC is asked: “In a room sit three great men, a king, a priest, and a rich man with his gold. Between them stands a sellsword, a little man of common birth and no great mind. Each of the great ones bids him slay the other two. ‘Do it,’ says the king, ‘for I am your lawful ruler.’ ‘Do it,’ says the priest, ‘for I command you in the names of the gods.’ ‘Do it,’ says the rich man, ‘and all this gold shall be yours.’ So tell me—who lives and who dies?” -- Quote from A Clash Of Kings, A Song Of Ice And Fire, by George R. R. Martin. How would your character answer?
Portia would answer that the wise decision is to kill all three and take the money. Lapis would say that it depends on the man, and his weakness. Lapis would readily admit he would kill the king and the priest and probably take pleasure in it. Describe your MC’s ideal house
Iris' ideal house would be a smallish wooden house, on a cliff near the sea preferably one that is frequently hit by storms. The largest room would be her study or library where which she would fill with books on history and languages. It would have some room for guests as her friends would never leave her alone for long and there would be some woodland nearby so that she could go hunting. If your MC was to write a book, what sort of book would they write?
If your MC was to write a book, what sort of book would they write? Helen Chert: Probably a memior about my life as captain of the Santarnica. Heridon Copper: A drama set during WWII from the perspective of a young German soldier who must smuggle a Jewish family from Nazi Germany, while being chased by his former comrades and top Nazi elites. The protagonist's name is Otto Wilhelm, son of Franz Wilhelm and Helena Wilhelm who live in Nuremburg, Germany. The date is 1942. I have a small folder of notes for it. I'm actually very excited about it! I should go work on it some more. Never thought I'd see the day where I wanted to be a writer! Otto himself, I want to show him as a man who believes in the idea of nationalism and culture, but does not agree at all with the "ethnic cleansing" Hitler kept talking about. My friends either don't really care that much about it, think it's cliched, or think I'm stepping into a nasty situation and should cease writing that story. Amos Garnier: <shrugs> I just like to hear stories, but if I wanted to write, I'd do poetry. Need someone to help me though. Mike Wolfletter: Maybe a guide about hunting? Your MC is forced to make a horrible decision. Be a prison guard of a POW camp full of civilians or else his/her family will die. What will he/she do!?
My MC Ralph would be a prisonguard, he would never let ANYONE die if he could prevent it. Your MC can either have his eyes gouged or gouge someone else's
Depends on who the "someone else" is. Most of my characters would choose to preserve their own eyes. Some might consider sacrificing their sight if the other person were more important to other peoples' wellbeing than themselves, but otherwise, no. Something is breaking down the door to the MC's house. Something very strong, making inhuman, guttural grunts and growls. A loved one of theirs is sleeping upstairs (husband, son, friend, etc.). The MC can slip out of the back door and run away or try to get help. Or, they can run upstairs and try to wake up their significant other, but by the time they do, the thing will likely have broken the door down. It's too high to try to jump out of the windows, they will be trapped upstairs. What do they choose? What happens? Or if that's too complex: What 3 books would your MC's/s' bring to a desert island, the only books they'll ever read for the rest of their lives? Or both.
Something is breaking down the door to the MC's house. Something very strong, making inhuman, guttural grunts and growls. A loved one of theirs is sleeping upstairs (husband, son, friend, etc.). The MC can slip out of the back door and run away or try to get help. Or, they can run upstairs and try to wake up their significant other, but by the time they do, the thing will likely have broken the door down. It's too high to try to jump out of the windows, they will be trapped upstairs. What do they choose? What happens? Tom Wilde had believed they could have destroyed it, but as terror rained down from the orange sky. How could he have known? If those robotic machines couldn’t destroy it, then what hope did humanity have. The wood began to fracture. Very soon he knew, it would end, it hunt a means to a end would end in, a house, hiding. This was low, even for him. But he had just witnessed complete decimation of his squad, it was a sheer coincidence that his house, belonged to his mother, old, and long since retired. To disturb her, would be wrong. So with a flex of his arms he, engaged his combat subroutines, and drew the katana, from its hilts. The door blew open. He was lost in a mass of orange, writhing tentacles, and claws. This was like drowning, suffocating, he cut and sliced, but more of these things, seemed appear. He heard shouts up stairs, and it sickened it. Slowly, and feebly his strength left him, as he was pushed to the ground, blood seeping everywhere. We were always going to lose. You going up against a dangerous shapeshifter, how would your MC handle it, and what form would the shifter take?
Gabriel The shapeshifter would most likely turn into his older sister in an attempt to make him lower his guard enough to kill him. However, the first time the shapeshifter attacked and managed to cause physical harm to him, Gabe would realize it couldn't be his sister when the shapshifter doesn't get hurt at the same time. After that, he would proceed to violently murder his attacker by telekinetically forcing all the shapeshifter's vital organs out its mouth. Your character is transported to an alternate dimension. What's different from their home dimentsion and how would s/he get back?
Your character is transported to an alternate dimension. What's different from their home dimension and how would s/he get back? "Great. Just great...Down the rabbit hole again." Violet fumed. "Grey is going to throttle me." Well, it couldn't be much worse than the confrontation with Caligula. Everyone knew how that fiasco had ended. No repeating that endeavor. Ever. As usual Violet's normal shield of quiet observation dropped over her like a cloak. Shifting slightly, she settled into a more comfortable position. The air around her was fresh and clear, but this was not her world. Indeed, it was a long way from it. This world was old, very old. Magic was a lush, palpable thing. It rolled across the vast meadow like fog. Mountains, their peaks cleaving the star littered sky, hemmed her in on all but one side, which dead ended at a flood swollen river. Two great moons illuminated the night, a far distant third, glimmered and beckoned like a star. It drew Violet's gaze like a lodestone. The wind teased her sleek chestnut hair, billowing it around her face. Normally it was a good indicator for direction, but again, known methods failed her in this place. Sight. Sound. Touch. Smell. Taste. All of it meant nothing at the moment. Her eyes drifted shut, her senses went black. The world around her fell silent except for the beating of her heart, a steady drum in the primal abyss. One. Two. Three. Four. Again and again it sounded, pounded in her head. Echo of the dragons of the Seer. Her ancestors. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Voices, refrains of the elements, rippled and whirled, igniting the black with a cacophony of colors, deep and regal. Violet. Indigo. Green. Gold. Crimson. The songs were here. Vibrantly, brutally alive. This was the home of her forebears, but not her. She was of this place, but so too, of the other. Her heart twisted painfully in her chest. Grey. She knew she couldn't stay and time was running out. Giving her primal senses free reign she let go, her wits spinning as her draconic soul caught hold of the symphonic currents. Earth. Air. Water. Fire...and plunged deeper. Out of the pulsing myriad they came. Spirit and Echo. Violet's own dark waltz broke over her, a wave against a stone. She began to shift from fragile human to a plume of shimmering smoke and white flame. Spreading, blooming, stretching, the vapor condensed and morphed. Four slim legs, a tail, long and sleek. Enormous wings, a swanlike neck, and elegant head. Her hide glowed, a blinding white, edged in indigo with wing membranes as deeply violet as her eyes and name, Violet revealed her true face and form. Her songs swelled as she reveled in the freedom. Spirit and Echo, great torrents of silver and violet, flooded over her, engulfing her senses. Her huge eyes lifted to the star spattered velvet. She looked beyond the two great moons, her compass, the songs coursing through her heart, pointed her toward the third, shimmery, distant moon. That was home. Muscles bunched, coiling with tension and need. With a savage leap, Violet tossed herself into the air, her wings flared, fighting to lift her. A downdraft threatened to up end her, but she kept her wings pulsing. Hard and steady like the pounding of her heart. Up. Down. Up. Down. Higher and higher she climbed, her symphonies bubbling up behind her, lending power and impetuous to her flight. The clouds fell away, a veil of fleece a mile down. The stars glowed like diamonds scattered across velvet as the young darkkin reached the rarefied heights. The air was painfully thin and the cold, bone shattering, but still she climbed. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. The shadowed waltz that was the voice of her heart held sway, as true a compass as the now absent North Star. As the refrains grew, refracted, Violet began to spin the threads of the symphonies about her. They broke the cold and shattered the void. She had found the path, the bridge still lived...The bridge home. Your MC just shot and killed a family member. Which family member and was it murder or an accident?
Your MC just shot and killed a family member. Which family member and was it murder or an accident? Helen Chert: I had to kill my uncle. It was neither murder or an accident. It was a mercy kill. He had been brainwashed by an enemy organization aiming to create superhuman soldiers to topple the Scotia government. He seemed to still know who I was, because he went after me calling my name in a...<now looks visibly sickened by the memory> distorted, demonic voice. Pleading with me. I had no choice. Worse, was that this man was my mother's brother. I-I know she still loves me and all, but sometimes I wonder if, deep down, she sees me as that 'bitch who murdered her brother'. Your MC is a relative of someone who was murdered by someone else. That someone else claims that he/she had no choice and is sorry that he/she had to do it. Who was the relative, who was this other person, and why did this happen? How does your MC feel about all that? Explain in detail.
Charlotte died in a fire when she was a child but came back to life after history was altered. Sebastian was raised to be and employed as a Purist, who kill those that survived because of alterations. He set fire to Charlotte's home and killed her mother by accident. After the fire he felt guilty about killing someone who wasn't 'alteration dependant' but his boss and friends did not care and were only angry that Charlotte survived. This caused him to re-evaluate his life, leave his job and become a drug addict. Charlotte is furious when she finds out and tries to attack him, saying that she doesn't care how often he was told it was right, he had a choice to set the fire or not. She is told by her companions that he's suffering enough due to the state he is now on but she says that he can never suffer enough and if she sees him again, she will kill him slowly. What would your MC rather have... eternal life or unlimited wealth?
Helen Chert: If I had to decide? Er...well, both of those sound very selfish, if you asked me. Why would you have unlimited wealth unless you planned to spend it on charity? And why would you want to live forever? You'd have to see everyone you loved grow old and die, and that's depressing. Even if I kept on making new friends, they'll all eventually grow old and die. But if I had to choose, I'd pick unlimited wealth, so I can spend it on charity. Amos Garnier: Eternal life or unlimited wealth? Unlimited wealth. I do not want to spend all of eternity blind, thank you. Mike Wolfletter: Eternal life. <chuckles> I wanna see what the world looks like a hundred years from now. Heridon Copper: Eternal life. Mishu Jerni: Unlimited wealth. Your MC is cleaning out his/her attic when they stumble upon something from their childhood, long forgotten. What is this object? Does the MC remember it fondly or with horror/disgust/bitterness? What does he/she do with this object?
Lapis, becuse of the time value of money eternal life chould easily become great near unlimited wealth in the long run. Porita Give me the money is your character a dog or cat person?
Jasper is a Cat person because Cats are able to find their own food and companionship for longer periods of time. If your MC was to team up with any super-hero, what super-hero would it be and why?
Heridon Copper: Easy. Goku from Dragonball Z. Why? Because he's a badass! He doesn't need to have some traumatic incident to give him superpowers, because he already has powers! He's an alien from another planet with said powers. He doesn't need a costume to hide his identity, because he's not afraid to be honest and tell people who he is. He, and this is important, can actually get hurt, and has shown that even during his toughest fights, which left him severely injured, he'll keep going because he has to protect the universe. That's why I find him so amazing. He's not just protecting some random city. He's protecting the Earth and the universe, and, despite the fact he's an alien, he's very much human. If your MC was to team up with any villain, what would that villain be and why?
Sorry, I hadn't seen Link's post, and had replied to the previous post. Inspector Legrand: The terrorist "V" in V for Vendetta. He would want to fight against the established system if he percieved it was flawed, although he would need some serious convincing first. Officer Sèvres: "I would never team up with a villain, ever! What kind of a woman do you take me for? I am an agent of justice, an upholder of the law, and you sir are stepping out of boundaries! I pray you to accompany me to the police office, where we will sort out your moral priorities!" Anne Lafauve: Lex Luthor. If she didn't have to kill anybody, just severely injure them, and as long as she received a lot of money. Lord Balthus: Sephiroth. Because he is stylish, and Balthus admires style. Celine Forestier: She would only team up with a villain if she were decieved by him. So, it would have to be a subtle villain, who can pretend to be a nice person when he/she chooses. Can't think of anyone right now. Um... Casanova? Don Juan? Probalby. Fat Flo: Cat Woman. She's all about girl power. Tim: Any mad scientist kind of villain. He likes scientific experiments, particulary the ones which blow things up. Zizou: Magneto, I think. If he gave him some cool weapons to play with. Lord Bacchus: Poison Ivy, Cat Woman, Mystique, Talia al Ghul... Any attractive female villain. He would admire their "revealing yet tasteful outfits". Your MC is facing a criminal who has taken your MC's best friend and/or love interest as hostage and is threatening to kill them. The MC and the criminal are in the same room, the hostages are in another room, locked, handcuffed and watched by a couple of thugs. The criminal is asking for money. He has the key. What would your MC do?
James must have been writing his post when Link was posting, but I like Link's question, so I'm going to answer both. Jake finds a porno magazine he got when he was 13 with his best friend. This was a big deal back then, since there was no internet. They had to take the train downtown to a newsstand, so the single magazine was viewed many times. He takes it and gives it as a gift to the friend with whom he acquired the magazine nearly 3 decades earlier. This one is more difficult for me to answer. Jake would find a way to surreptitiously call the police. Your MC has just found a bag containing a large sum of cash. What does he or she do?
Your MC has just found a bag containing a large sum of cash. What does he or she do? Yay, that's a great question. Inspector Legrand: "Take it to the police station and search for the owner. Then, if the money is not claimed, give it to a trustworthy charity." Officer Sèvres: "Return it to its owner. Or perhaps buy that lovely dress I saw in that shop down in... No! Return it to its owner." Anne Lafauve: "Spend it all, of course! I need me some new weapons." Lord Balthus: "I have no need of money. The owner was obviously careless to leave this bag lying around... So, I will take it and give it away to a family of deserving poors. Someone who wouldn't spend it all on gin or whisky, and wouldn't leave it lying around!" Celine Forestier: "I will take it to the police station. Imagine if the money belonged to an elderly woman who has no other means of living? Oh, poor dear, she must have it back! I'll take this to the police station immediatly... oh, wait. Where is the police station again? [looks around] Um... I think I might be lost." Fat Flo: "Money? Woohoo! Finders keepers. I'll buy chocolate. Fancy chocolate. Delicous fancy chocolate! Then I'll buy that glorious outfit they're selling at Millicent's boutique. And take my family to dine out in that posh restaurant down in the Royal square. I'll invite everyone... except my aunt Gertrud. Nosy hen, she is. Do you know, just last week I was talking to my sister and she told me that... [blah blah blah, gossip gossip gossip]" Tim: "I suppose the right thing to do would be to give it back. But what if I used it to invest in the advancement of science? Who knows, maybe it belonged to a criminal, or someone who'd do wrong with it. I will use it to further mankind's knowledge and... oh, what's that, officer? [sighs] Alright, it was just an idea. You can take it to the police station." Zizou: "Money! Yay! It's mine, it's mine, I saw it first! I'm gonna buy a screwdriver, and forty nails, three lenses, some spare wood, and... [goes on and on]" Lord Balthus: "I have a comfortable living thank you. You may keep this bag if you wish, sir. Woops, wait... it seems to have been caught in my jacket [deviant smile]. You do want it? Before I give it to you, I think it is only just that you give me something in return. A favor perhaps? Quid pro quo, as they say, good sir." What is your MC's chosen means of transportation? (car, bike, walking, horse, teletransporting device...)
Iris: It's got to be trains, there's just something relaxing about watching the world blur past your window at high speed Riku: Boats are they only way to travel, nothing is better than being in the open sea Olivia: Walking I guess, I can't afford a car while trains are noisy and cramped Your MC is trapped in a world that is shaped by their dreams, what does the world look like to them?
A very awesome thread indeed. I have three main characters; three relatively young brothers. To the two oldest it's just basically a peaceful place where they can be with their girlfriends, family and friends and be happy, have fun and not be concerned with any worries. The younger would envision himself and his cohorts to have gained domination of the entire planet, defeated all resistance and ruled the world like proper evil overlords would. What kind of people would your MC be likely to fall in love with?
A girl that doesn't take no guff from him, but still cooks him bacon and thinks he's a cutie. (The mothery type, I guess?) Your MC is on death row. What is his/her last meal?
Yukon gold baked potatoes. Fresh summer strawberries and whipped cream. French toast with maple syrup. Your MC has to chose between love or duty, which would it be and why?
My Mc would choose duty. Because she knows the man she loves would never look at her the same if someone got hurt when she could have chosen them over him. Your MC's journey is over, there will no longer be any missions/adventures for him/her and they know it. What do they do next?
