Saturday, October 14, 2017

Character Development: Where Do You Start?

This one is more along the lines of fiction writing, or short-short story composition. I bring this topic up because this weekend, my friends and I will be jumping into what you’d call a “one-shot DnD campaign” in the spirit of the “Dread” campaign style. In other words, it isn’t your classic Dungeons & Dragons tabletop RPG that we typically play, but it holds true to the nature of adventure seeking and role-playing. It can be quite fun and amusing, but it definitely isn’t for everyone! Dread features a wooden block tower with pieces to pull instead of dice to roll, and favors the brave and the dextrous. Now onto the topic!

A lot of authors, fantasy fiction writer R.A. Salvatore included, use this type of exercise to their advantage. 

So character development— where do we start?…

A fun way to get the creative juices going is simple:
-Jot down some basic thoughts and ideas about the character you have in mind. You might not have one in mind at all, and that’s also fine! Just jot down some ideas that pop into your head. “Rogue Assassin,” “Ninja Warrior,” “Princess who would rather seek adventure…”

-What goals does your character have? 
I.e., to be the best mage in the world, to conquer all evil, to make the perfect cake... it can be anything, really.

-What quirk does your character have? Do they have a ritual they must do everyday? 
I.e., do they adore running, and hate walking slowly? 

Then delve a little bit into what makes them tick. 
-What is their personality flaw? What obstacle do they commonly have to face throughout their journey?

-Do they have any secrets, and if so, does anyone else know what those secrets are?

-What does your character really live and strive for?

-Does your character have an arch-nemesis?!

Artemis Entreri, Servant of The Shard I
Your answers to these questions don’t really need to be intricate at this point. Your goal isn’t to completely flesh out the intricacies of your character, but to give yourself an outline before you write their story. It might be hard to believe, but the best characters actually have their own stories— the ones that come to life before you write the book you had in mind!

“Artemis Entreri: Do not underestimate Jarlaxle. Many have; they all are dead.”
R.A. Salvatore, Servant of the Shard Found via Goodreads

In the included material for one of Salvatore’s novels, he mentioned how he delved deeply into the story of his two “arch villains” in order to truly understand them better. In fact, the more he wrote, the more he realized they each deserved to have their own stories told. So thus, the Sellswords series was born. It followed “antagonists” Jarlaxle the mercenary, and Artemis Entreri the rogue assassin with their tales of many dangers and humorous exploits. 

After you jot a few things down and once you feel you have enough of this and that, you might feel a bit of a spark happen in the back of your mind— just enough for the wind to pick it up. If that’s the case, then certainly get going! However, if you’re still feeling a little uncertain, here’s an example of something I wrote for my husband’s DnD character backstory. 

The context of this short-short, is we have an Eldritch Warlock (a magic wielder) who was actually born completely mundane! His parents were both magic users, and very talented at that. He was also born half human, and half elf, so he had a difficult time fitting in with the people he often chose to be around. In the magical world of Dungeons & Dragons, you’ll see that sort of thing often: orcs, elves, humans, dragon born, etc. Not all of the races in this game play nice with one another, so it helps keep the world a raucous and interesting place. To wrap up the context of the warlock, he finds a magic book that allows him to wield extraordinary powers… but all powers come with a price.


The Void Touched Master by Chris & Tara Appling

One day, the void called to me. It was in a voice bereft in the misgivings of the legacy not left to me by my parents— it was in a quiet, maddening whisper, that reached down like a fine web and cut into the palms of my hands. “I can give you what you want,” it croaked, the sound foretelling something both empty and unabashedly sinister, the sound like gravel and scraping dust.

Mother, Father… The genetic inheritance you dealt me was absolutely everything one could consider to be mundane. An ordinary half-elf child, a  a child with no ounce of magic, at that. You bore me into the role of an outcast from the start, and the status I was born with into this world has haunted me from the very day I was born. 

“I can give you what you want,” it whispered, its strange lulling voice promising me so much more than this… 

I agreed. A little chaos here, and little dissent there. 

“Do my bidding, child,” it said. 

I shuddered and rejoiced with my amazement at the new noteworthy things I could do. But what I felt too, was the cold fingers of something I could not fully understand, wrapping around the sanity in me that I had left, until the cord became terribly, uncontrollably taut. 

So I ran, the only thing a child born into this world as something utterly un-miraculous could do, so despite my newfound powers, I ran. The truly odd thing about it, is nothing has changed. I can still do things I used to find impossible, and it hasn’t caught up with me quite yet. 

Will I find that I’m truly the crazy one, or have we been running together in the same direction this whole time? Every day goes by and I find I lose more and more of myself to the horrors I’ve grown into. I grow tired too, and weak, and surely one day, I won’t have anywhere left to run; from this, or perhaps, myself. 

———

The end, for now. I hope you’ve enjoyed this post, and feel free to share some your own character exploits with us!





Tuesday, December 24, 2013

A Christmas Poem

Lights twinkle in the distance
the soft hue of smoke lifts from the chimney
filling the air with swirls of gray
dancing through the colored lights

flakes of snow drift down
silent
soft
frozen

the lingering smell of pine
       decorated
mixing  with sugar cookies cooling in kitchens
hot apple cider
sipped with cinnamon

Monday, September 16, 2013

Color Blind

Seems you didn't comb your hair today-
That's okay,
I still like you anyway.
You don't live in a castle like a king,
No diamond rings,
They're just sparkly, silly things.
And if the sun just doesn't shine,
I don't mind.
Today's another day that's your and mine,
and that's just fine;
In a strange and special way, I'm color blind

It doesn't mean that I can't see a rainbow,
Or silver beams of moonlight in the sky-
The colors I can't see are ugliness and hate,
The world is a miracle
when seen through my eyes.



Seems you're feeling very sad today-
Said goodbye,
Didn't mean to make you cry,
You were always very good to me.
Glad to be
In your loving family.
And if the world is looking sad and gray,
It's okay
'Cause in a while the hurt will go away,
You'll be fine,
If you do your best to see things  
          color blind

And I hope you'll always see the shades of sunset,
And a million flowers blooming in July-
The colors you don't need, are jealousy and greed;
The world can be so beautiful
        if you see it through my eyes.

And I know someday the time will come,
My dear friend,
When your time on earth is done.
We will be together like before,
Without end,
In a place beyond the sun.
I'll be there to meet you,
And I'll call out to greet you
Where the worries of this world
     are far behind

Everyday will be a day that's your and mine.
But 'til then, keep in mind,
In a special way, I was always color blind.

And I wish that everyone was color blind.

D. Deskin

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Under the Water

Kefalonia Island, Greece

You and a travelling party are in a deep underwater cavern, quite possibly at the bottom of the ocean. You know only this as you wake up, feet and arms covered with stray sand and maybe a little ocean debris. You feel a soggy piece of paper in your pocket, but before opening it, you stand up and walk down a passageway. It is lined with sand and stone, the walls are covered in bright corals. Halfway down the corridor, you see that the roof of the cavern over your head is gently leaking-- drops of water drip partially over your face and onto your head.
Cenote Entrance

You continue forward and as the hallway comes to an end and your heart quickens. Entering a giant cove, you see a moderate pool of water that glows brightly and what surrounds it seems to be a giant rain-forest. The forest canopy above is 30 feet high and you see it shake subtly with forest life and other creatures that dwell there. The ground is now covered in dirt, and as you take a breath, the smell of strange flowers fills the air. The plant life is giant, unusual, and brightly colored. You hear the quiet chattering of what seems to be birds, monkeys, and some unidentifiable sounds. The forest seems to continue on deep into the cove. You see foot prints on the ground, left by something possibly human or a large animal.

Do you follow these footprints? What happens? What is on the piece of paper in your pocket….or have you lost it?! Tell us about your journey. Maybe your journey will end by finding an ancient treasure, maybe you’ll rescue someone you know or don’t know. Perhaps, you run into an aboriginal tribe of cave-dwellers that live in this forest. Perhaps, this is a dream! Feel free to share your story and make it as wild as you’d like. Happy Writing!




Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Flower's Pardon


The world in its shallow parts could never be absolute,
Each breath a small integration to a growing apothecary,
Small and sweet a flower’s sifting sigh
Predestined footprints slipping behind,

The petal slips down
Partial,
Soft remnant of winter
its belief.


My Special Words:
Absolute
Predestined
Flower
Partial
Apothecary

Boob Cat


beans
hotel
bargain
juice
cat
tea
plantanes
hard drive
knife
boob

Boob Cat


The cat awoke from a dream of beans
a hot cup of tea in a bargain hotel
juice boxes floating on a some distant dreams
lifting weights yelling, "Slam that barbell!"

A knock at the door brings his knife to the ready
Its just a plantain by the cool name of freddy!

My hard drive is dead! said the cool dudarube.
I'll fix it as long as you don't touch my boob.

musical thoughts

A melody begins to grow
in your mind,
in your heart.

Floating up
from the depths of thought
to the surface
exposing your soul.

Soft
and quiet at first
it begins to amplify.

The rhythm
smooth and steady
plays gently on
like the flowing river.

Notes swirl and turn
they dance inside your head
a song played


only you can hear.


Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Scrabble Salad!





I know the name sounds strange, but bear with me. Get out a piece of paper and pen, and think of an image, feeling, place or thing. Unless you’re feeling particularly spontaneous, then just pull out the piece of paper!
Write down 5-10 words. They should be something with more function than an article, preposition or proper noun. Adjectives, adverbs and descriptive words are best to use for this exercise.

If you want to, cross out words that you feel don’t mix with the rest, or keep them to liven things up!

Take those words you wrote down, and write a poem that specifically contains those words. It could be any length, and could be about almost anything. Use those words to build a poem that reflects something unique or whimsical (or silly), and see what product forms. Don’t be afraid to work directly with those words, or to even work completely around them. It’s up to you how you use the tools you just gathered. Good luck and happy writing!

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Sylvari

Drifting from a cloudy dream
eyes flutter open

Sitting up straight on a bed of moss and grass
stretching limbs

Brushing leaves of hair away
from radiant green eyes

Blooming bright flowers grow
garments on the skin

Standing, bare feet like sturdy stems
find soft fertile ground

Stepping into the sun, deep red
its rays warm

Feeding the soul,
giving life

Watching below, the river clean and fresh
deep purple waters ripple

Looking above, tall trees, mighty and strong
ancestors watching over

Gazing beyond, rolling hills blend in tall mountains,
guardians protecting

Awakening into what was once was only dream,
a new life begins.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

CandyMerpeopleMarsland, Or Wii-U Land?


Is there an ideal world or reality that you wish existed? What does that place look like, and where could it be located? Is it a world of colorful candy, a place that is only filled with water (and we are all mer-people of course), or is it a place very similar to our own?



Earth...
Mars...
Super Mario Land...

Where and what is this place? Use the 5 senses & an unconventional, creative perspective to share your world with us. Importantly, who is your speaker?

Good luck and happy writing ;)


Thursday, February 7, 2013

Burned out

Slowly I open my eyes,
or what used to be eyes.

What are they now, 
and where am I?

Everything seems big and strange.
Out of focus and perspective.
I'm sitting on a table,
in a room of someones house.

I'm not sure how I got here.

People pass right by me,
they don't notice me at all.
I try to yell,
to call for help,
but no sound comes from my mouth.

Panic takes hold
 at the realization that I no longer
have a mouth.
Or arm
or legs.

I cannot run away, 
or scream, 
or even cry.

Time pass by,
I can't be sure how long.
A sudden spark
and the warmth of a flame bring from my daze.
Something above me glows and flickers.
It's hurting me somehow I know,
but I feel no pain.

Small white drops
of waxy sweat drip from my head,
or where my head should be.
I feel myself shrinking,
slowly fading away.

As the flames die out,
a small puddle of wax
 is all that remains
of me.




Little trotty hetty coat 
in a long petticoat 
and a red nose 
the longer she stands 
the shorter she grows. 
What is it?

Thoughtful Akuma


My name might be
Mephistopheles,
my heart small enough
to hold the both of us,

our insights resting
upon small hay bales
with a garish color
telling of a new spring,

my smile a sweet rue
but spilled with
minute surmountable regret,
powerful puppet-master

who pulls my strings
and reveals to me
small doses of faith
as a true constructionist,

my wings man-made
because I may be Godless,
peering out over the blue
flame that disguises

the world among an
ocean of sleepy hue,
dreary-eyed, I'd blink,
and with a little hope,

see the cobweb glitter.
________________________________

Definition of COBWEB

1
a : the network spread by a spider :
spiderweb
b : tangles of the silken threads of a
spiderweb usually covered with
accumulated dirt and dust

2
: something that entangles, obscures, or
confuses <a cobweb of law and politics>

Ling Ling Panda

My soul is comfortably black & white,
but oh, 
my paws are so fluffy,
I am a true sight to behold, 

huggable, 
squishable, 
in all seriousness, 
how can you not love me?

Woe is me for
my paws will not fit
around the entire world,
my world of panda,

a panda themed park
where children run 
tirades of "Mummy, Mom, Momma"
in order to receive panda-

shaped ice-cream 
sandwiches,
the future is something
to behold with my small 

but adorable black eye,
light an incense stick for me
and say a very small prayer,
but oh, please do not sneeze.

Ancestor Angel


waking up in the dark of night
high above the ground
shivering
cold and afraid

"Where am I?" I call to the darkness
growling from below
red piercing eyes beneath me
movement in the tree and a tap on my shoulder
finger to lips
a hand extended

Light break
dark fades
deep forest
sunbathed

Spreading my new found wings I take to the air
over the forest
as if a bird in flight

cool air fills my lungs
trees zoom by with spear in hand
My mind racing to fill in the gaps

I live here now
though I don't know how
a hunter in a distant plane.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

The mind of Matter

The brown hare sits watching,
through the eye of a needle,
the ticking hands on the face of the clock.

He jumps up on the chest,
it's brown leather top
worn and creased,
like wrinkles on it's skin.

Upon it sits a bottle,
its long, elegant neck
leading up to its open mouth.

The little brown bunny hops
across the arm of the couch
and between the legs of the chair
(good thing it was standing still, or it would have tripped),

then comes to rest
at the foot of the bed.


"Get Unreal?"

Page 1/2




Picasso (one above as well)

Surrealist Art 1/3

Surrealist Art 2/3

Surrealist Art 3/3

Picasso painting

Don't forget to click on the images themselves, the resolution will be better quality. See you in class :)

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Deku


ever vigilant forest watcher
keeps the peace with a poison inside

silent guardian awating the hero of time

waiting
watching

Navi by his side until the day he dies
then off with the hero to save the world

Forever a guardian, forever the tree

Full Metal Alchemist

I get stuck in a book.
 Aaaaahhhhh!

I feel so funny.
A wall pops out of nowhere.
A flash of light.
I run, the wall is gone!

Blood everywhere.
A weird dog-human thing says
"Daddy?"
More blood.
Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!


-Erin M.

Bean

They said he wasn't important
too small
too weak
too young.

That he could never  hope to be
"the chosen one".
A title he ddin't want anyway.

But he showed them all
that he could play their game.

He stood beside his friend
the boy that they had chosen,
to help him win a war.

When all was said and done
no honor was he given.

Just words of thanks
from a tired friend
and a hug from a mother he never knew.

Un-Alistair Crowley; Sebastian Michaelis

Unexpected deviations leave
the crime without the master,
hands reach up and
stretch into

a flame of refusal
for the snuff,
foot slips slowly
from the spider's web

to be caught by
unnatural disaster,
it is rent beneath the thumb
with a bold glare,

a fervent lie,
that couldn't go unnoticed
while the ash still
fills the water,

the town lit up
into an involuntary blaze,
bullets down the well
for each fragment of repose.

Sebastian Michaelis from Kuroshitusji/Black Butler