30 Days of Character Development - Day TwelveHow is your character with technology? Super savvy, or way behind the times? Letters or email?
He had caught her in the act and he was going to make her confess. Carver stood, hands on hips, staring down at his older sister. He had come over a little early to their weekly Sunday dinner to find her in the living room. Scattered all around her were markers of varying colors and stencils in a barrage of sizes and designs. Typical Ni, Carver sighed to himself.
“What?! Why are you shaking your head?” she asked.
“You insist you can use a computer, but I continually find you covered in ink stains instead.” He motioned to the array of supplies. “You can no longer say that you are technologically savvy.”
“I’ve never said that!” she protested.
Riiight. He was fairly sure she had told him that just yesterday. “What is all this anyway?”
She pushed some large sh
Were It Not For EverythingIt was nights like this he thought he could almost let go.
When the winter wind caused snowflakes to go off course and drift through the open window to his room in the Templar barracks he could unfurl the claws around his heart just a touch. When he laid in bed wide awake staring up at the stone ceiling he allowed himself to think of all he had lost and all he had sacrificed. When he heard the night watchman call “All is well!” he found himself laughing bitterly to himself because all was not well; not here in this city of despair and certainly not within his heart.
Those were the nights he could let down his guard just enough to ponder the loss of the man he might have become had it not been for the life behind him.
What might he have been had he not been a Templar? Sometimes he imagined himself as a farmer, a man of the earth. With dirt under his nails and sweat on his brow he coaxed the ground into yielding a bounty that his young children marveled at, that his
30 Days of Character Development - Day ElevenIs there an animal you equate with your character?
The world seemed different. Every one of her senses seemed magnified. Niamh felt her muscles pull then stretch and little sparks of electricity seemed to run through her veins. Opening her eyes she found a world blanketed in snow and so still it seemed unreal. It suddenly dawned on her that she had awoken outside, but the cold didn’t bother her. If anything it invigorated her.
Movement caught her attention as her brethren dashed into view. Youngsters wrestled and tackled one another, kicking up the fresh powder and yipping as they played. Her yellow eyes surveyed the rest of the clearing, coming to rest on the remainder of the pack lying off to her left. Bushy tails thumped against the snow as they noticed her attention. She stood and stretched before padding over to greet them with muted yips and rumbles, with an exchanging of licks and nuzzles. This was family. It was right.
Two half-grown pups
30 Days of Character Development - Day TenCan you define a turning point in your character’s life? Multiples are acceptable.
The house was quiet except for a steady tapping. It was after one in the morning and Nathaniel had awoken to find the other half of the bed still empty. He hardly made a sound as he padded down the hall to the kitchen where his other half was bent over a notepad. She was busy tapping her pencil against the edge of the table as she studied the empty page before her.
“Niamh?” His voice startled her and he settled his hands on her shoulders reassuringly.
She let out a deep breath and peered up at him. “I’m sorry! Did I wake you?” she asked, instantly stilling her pencil and dropping it on the pad.
His mouth found the back of her neck and she shivered as he kissed her, his voice humming against her skin. “Not at all.”
When he pulled back she puffed out a sigh of disappointment that did not go unnoticed by Nathaniel. He la
30 Days of Character Development - Day NineWho does your character trust?
It had started with a pinky swear.
Back then they had been the two new kids in a junior high that had already established its’ cliques. They had bonded on the first day of school over the bland cafeteria food and mutual hatred for new schools. Since that day they had been as inseparable as best friends could be.
They had shared secrets. They passed notes. They had consoled each other through trivial things that accompanied childhood; trials that seemed so immensely complicated because they hadn’t yet been burdened with the difficulties of adulthood. When no boys asked them to the prom they went anyway and laughed and danced with each other.
College had been four years of attempting a balance of studying and fun; of finding that their ambitions and dreams would take them separate places but making yet another promise that it wouldn’t affect their friendship. And it hadn’t.
There was never a time when one coul
30 Days of Character Development - Day EightDay of Favorites! What’s your character’s favorite ice cream flavor? Color? Song? Flower?
It was after three in the morning by the time she got home. Exhausted and more than a little world weary she collapsed in a kitchen chair with a sigh and leaned her head against the wood. She was so tired she was sure she could fall asleep right he—
Wait, what was that? She picked her head up and closed her eyes, even though in the darkened kitchen it made no difference, though it always seemed like it would help. Yes, she heard it. The soft tinkle of music spilled through her house and suddenly her feet didn’t seem so heavy anymore. Where was it coming from?
She wandered through the house listening for the music. The tune sounded so hauntingly familiar and yet her mind, frantic after a long day, couldn’t place it. She kicked off her shoes and shed her coat in the hall as she headed towards her bedroom. The soft swell of music seemed to