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30 Days of Writing: #4
Sep. 2nd, 2010 09:16 am4. Tell us about one of your first stories/characters!
If we're talking a real character, like one I didn't make up for a school assignment... then Malcom is the first. Malcom, the first born of a new generation of sorcerer-warriors, who is destined to suffer tremendously at my hands, through the hands of the villains and prophecies I create. Sorry, Malcom.
Malcom is mysterious. He is wise beyond his years, but not without flaws... just well hidden, or at least rarely exposed flaws. He, and the rest of his people, the Siraia, cannot feel emotion at either end of the spectrum, only the calm places between. If he does, he will go mad. (That part was never really developed very well, and reeks of stealing from the Jedi mythos)
The odd thing about Malcom (who was another stand-in name that stuck) is that the image I have of him in my head, I came to realize at the age of 19, is exactly that as from a dream I had when I was no older then 4 years old. In the dream, I was standing on the landing of the stairs leading up to the attic, and the stairs below me were gone. It was a straight drop. I fell, and fell, and fell, and did not wake up, and when I came to the bottom, Malcom caught me in his arms. He was young-ish, perhaps 30, with gold-blonde hair, green eyes, and a knowing smile, clad all in black: pants, long sleeved shirt, shoes.
The even more odd thing about Malcom is that he's kind of a spiritual figure in my life. I can turn my mind to him, ask him a question, and whether he answers directly or gives me that knowing smile, the answer is given to me. But much like religious people often forget to turn to their god(s) for help, I always forget to ask him for help too. I think of him as my guardian spirit- in fact, at a recent reading with a clairvoyant in Salem, she confirmed that he was in fact a being in spirit, and not just a projection of my higher self as I'd sometimes wondered. It's all something that I accept, but that I'm still trying to wrap my brain around... kind of passively.
Anyway. That's my first character :)
My first story was, essentially, me plagiarizing The Indian in the Cupboard, but with tigers. ;D
If we're talking a real character, like one I didn't make up for a school assignment... then Malcom is the first. Malcom, the first born of a new generation of sorcerer-warriors, who is destined to suffer tremendously at my hands, through the hands of the villains and prophecies I create. Sorry, Malcom.
Malcom is mysterious. He is wise beyond his years, but not without flaws... just well hidden, or at least rarely exposed flaws. He, and the rest of his people, the Siraia, cannot feel emotion at either end of the spectrum, only the calm places between. If he does, he will go mad. (That part was never really developed very well, and reeks of stealing from the Jedi mythos)
The odd thing about Malcom (who was another stand-in name that stuck) is that the image I have of him in my head, I came to realize at the age of 19, is exactly that as from a dream I had when I was no older then 4 years old. In the dream, I was standing on the landing of the stairs leading up to the attic, and the stairs below me were gone. It was a straight drop. I fell, and fell, and fell, and did not wake up, and when I came to the bottom, Malcom caught me in his arms. He was young-ish, perhaps 30, with gold-blonde hair, green eyes, and a knowing smile, clad all in black: pants, long sleeved shirt, shoes.
The even more odd thing about Malcom is that he's kind of a spiritual figure in my life. I can turn my mind to him, ask him a question, and whether he answers directly or gives me that knowing smile, the answer is given to me. But much like religious people often forget to turn to their god(s) for help, I always forget to ask him for help too. I think of him as my guardian spirit- in fact, at a recent reading with a clairvoyant in Salem, she confirmed that he was in fact a being in spirit, and not just a projection of my higher self as I'd sometimes wondered. It's all something that I accept, but that I'm still trying to wrap my brain around... kind of passively.
Anyway. That's my first character :)
My first story was, essentially, me plagiarizing The Indian in the Cupboard, but with tigers. ;D
