This thread is meant for writing practice. Feel free to roleplay, write fanfiction, or just make random bits & pieces if you want. I would also like to share some educational materials to get us started:
The Three Dimensions of Character Development"
How to Show & Not Tell
3D Affraiel Greyionne (note: Greyionne is the family name of both of his parent, even though Affraiel denied his affiliation with his family)
First dimension: Surface traits, quirks, habits
Likes to fight, raging towards his enemies like a mad beast and occasionally wise crack since he is about 40 years old and everyone else in the RP is younger.
Second Dimension: Back story, inner demons:
Affraiel is brought up in the slum of Isora's second largest city, Nowensgrad, named after his true biological father, ex-spiral confedercy general Nowen Greyionne. His mother Penumbra Greyionne was forced to abandon him at birth due to her position as a knightess, who is demanded to be virgin for life so the conception of Affraiel is outlawed by the officials in the unit Penumbra belonged to. Brought up by a vanguard exile called 'Qiu' (that is my name IRL, in another word, I AM Affraiel's father.), Qiu tought Affraiel at young that the spiral order is running the poor to the ground while the rich flourished. The seed of hatred is rooted into his heart ever since, when the day he smashed into one of the richest man in nowensgrad's city central, he called himself 'the demon that crawled back from hell' to claim his 'worthless soul'. Unlike others, Affraiel embraces his inner demon, that unchained wild beast, it is what makes him so powerful and feared by the enemies.
Third Dimension: Worldview
In my story, every character is a personification of a certain aspect, Affraiel is the personification of physical freedom. (while saboteur in winter kingdom is the personification of mental freedom) He despises those who thinks they have a superior moral standard (eg. Serris, Gwen and Ozlo ) and restrict others with rules and boundries. Affraiel is a wild beast on the battlefield, it is the only place that he can be free. And once in a while, he dreamed of a place beyond the control of another being, a peaceful little island floating in the middle of nothingness, away from the world and it was made for him and him alone, his own heaven, an outter heaven.
Put it together: Affraiel is man who makes his own path in life, but always struggles with the truth of what his life might have been. He persued for a world of endless individuality as well as freedom, however, in reality, that world can never be truely attained. A beast frustrated with its defeat and ironically died of old age in RTC2 before he can confront Gwen, in the end, Affraiel never got the freedom he strifed for, but atleast now, he can have peace.
ps. if you read Affraiel's last dialouge in winter kingdom carefully, there are heavy suggestions that Saboteur might be his biological son, so in someway, Affraiel lived on ^O^.
Gwen : The pretty nun / youth minister / volunteer at your church / charity / wherever who seems to be eternally happy with working for the greater benefit of her respective cause, and often has "fun" with various activities. Overdoses may or may not occur. She's also a former druggy, and though she has gone through rehab, her addiction still lies underneath, and once in a while, she might 1) take a real heavy dose and trip hard or 2) forget to take her secret dosage of whatever and get some serious withdrawals. She was raised under a very prestigious family, until she was kidnapped for ransom. Sure, she did get paid off and sent back, but not before becoming addicted to a drug. In order to save face, her family cast her off at a small town with a set list of appointments with a counselor for the next year, which would then lead up to the current her as a popular, yet mysterious face in the town.
Did I forget to mention she can go "Mother Bear" mode and mercilessly beat delinquents to a pulp with words AND fists?
Affraiel : The anarchist revolutionary you'd find in Chechnya / any other high-turmoil zone who thrives under the conditions of war with really...no clear objective in life. Sure, the concept of breaking oppression (and with it all governments) may be an enticing and very possible goal for him, but Affraiel will find it VERY difficult to live in a life without conflict. He was probably raised in a post-war West Asian country (think Chechnya, Kazakhstan, etc.), and was abandoned by his mother (as the marriage had not been condoned by the family, who was more likely than not to be borderline-oppressive towards their female members), and though he had a rough childhood, that was cake compared to his upbringing as a soldier for some military group in exile.
His subordinates call him the literal "Demon of the Battlefield", as he's a mad berserker on the front lines. He has a reportedly 280+ confirmed kills (militants only, targets and collateral damage not included) that seems to on an exponential rise. Rumors say that he ate the heart of an enemy warlord after a complete victory against an enemy militia.
Nile : One of the post-revolution warlords of Liberia, Nile is now a man who just wants to settle down in his 'hood with a chicken kabob and some fufu. Unfortunately, having one-tenth of all the doctors (numbered to be 4~6, at any given time) in your area does entice your neighbors for a bit of coveting, so rooftop barbecues can only be done with a KAC PDW as insurance. As a child, he was raised in the mangrove battlefields as a child soldier literally drunk on a concoction of newborns' (yes, human) hearts, blood, and cocaine cigs. His incredible luck and paranoia got him out unscathed (well, minus the boils from infected scratches, but that's besides the point) in the first Liberian civil war, landing him as second-in-command of a warlord and overseer of several blood diamond mines in the next. In his spare time, he was introduced to the culinary arts by a few subordinates of him, and his diet of human flesh converted into that of...poultry. Don't question it, but he enjoyed eating fowls of all kinds infinitely more than the stuff he grew up on. After the death of his leading warlord, he took over by emptying a 5.56 banana clip into a few allies, and avoided expansion by creating a roughly-sketched infrastructure for the area. Post-civil war, he surrendered his entire territory, though his " 'hood ", as the people call it, still consists of a few square miles.
As a self-congratulatory gift he acquired with leftover money, he bought himself a working flintlock for the kicks, and it surprisingly works on a weekly basis.
FOR OTHER PEOPLE POSTING HERE : If you want, I can make PMD-versions of your characters.
3D Nile/Nick Walker
Although I haven't used his namesake, my different incarnations of him include Beck Lionel, and Leo Stryder.
First demension: Surface traits, Quirks, Habits
Nile is quiet, but can be easygoing and laid-back with people he trusts. Sometimes he can be a little overcautious. Doesn't like widespread attention. He likes to stay out of sight of the general public.
Second Demension: Backstory, Inner Demons.
He isn't special when it comes to a childhood. He grew up and made his living as a merc. Allthough, Nile never is actually at ease. No matter how much he seems, he always has a way out planned. If he doesn't, then he will find one. He also has little loyalty for anyone, but doesn't express it.
Third demension: Worldview
Nile designed his life to be a nobody. Someone you wouldn't do a double take when in a crowd. He observes the way the minority population moves and conforms. He sees people as people, nothing more, nothing less. If he can get away without killing, he will. Although he won't go out of his way to. He sees the upper class as a group of people who control everything. If he can, he will try to bring the upper class down a few notches, just to see how they deal with it.
Put it all together:
Nile is a survivor, and will do whatever it takes to do so. Rarely goes anywhere without an escape route in his head. Coming from a family within a hundred, he has a literal blank record. Nothing interesting ever happened in his childhood. Reason for this being he is now barely traceable. Only an expert detective would figure where he would be living at a specific time. As good a mercenary as he is, he always is overcautious. Nile has a hard time fully relaxing.
That was fun...
P.S. Feline-Grenadier, feel free to make a PMD-Version of him.
As the invading army approached the guild hall, a young girl, not much older than 16, stepped out from behind the doors. Her solemn face betrayed her sorrow as she extended a small, pale hand against the soldiers, silently pleading for them to reconsider their foul intentions. "Please..." she whispered over the winds.
"Don't hurt my friends."
Walking up into the snowy mountain, Xindis couldn't help but to feel as she is walking into a trap set up by Gwen. "The fabled executioner blade, where is it? And how could I distinguish it from its replicas and copies? " thought Xinidis as she travelled through the rocky wilderness, evetually she stumbled onto a field littered with skeletons, some are the remains of human while others belonged to dragons. Judging by the fact that some of the remains are more decayed than the others, these bones are unlikely to be the result of one single battle.
"Why... even the wise dragons," sighed Xindis, "Have to solve their disputes with bloodshed... " the hyrid looks at her hand palm, beneath her skin she can see faint cinders, burning inside her skin, the never ending fury of a dragon, or rather, her struggle with her own existance. Being a dragon/human hybrid was tough for Xinids, hated by both humanity as well as the dragons with only the old queen as her foster mother. Now with the old queen descended from the throne, the world around her got much colder, she still remembered the judging eyes of people when she walked down the street or the barrage of fire balls she recieved when she came near a dragon's nest. Sometimes, Xindis felt as if she could burn this world to the ground just because she didn't like the way she was treated, however, she pulled herself back knowing that the old queen would never have condoned such an act of voilence.
Walking onto the top of the tallest hill in the region and as expected, there is a cave. Xindis pauses and checks the map that was given to her by Gwen, "This is it, that white haired scum... brought me all the way out here to get a sword... this sword better be worth it..." said Xindis before putting away the map and transforms one of her arm into a dragon claw, with the claw, she lights up a fire ball improvising as a torch. She takes a deep breath and charges into the darkness. And like the field of bones on her way to the cave, it is filled with human remains, some of them still have rotting flesh lingered on their skeletons.
"What in the universe is this crap?" groaned Xindis while covering her nose, "All of these corpses? Is this sword really worth dying for?"
Frowning at the decaying corpses, Xindis carefully bypasses them and reaches an altar. Where a crystal sword was placed hastily on a stone slab, Xindis is suprised that how poorly decorated the sword is, "it must be the executioner blade," thought Xindis as she slowly walks onto the altar.
"Hi..." a voice echoed through the dark cave.
"What? Who is that? Show yourself!" shouted Xindis while checking her surrounding, nothing but dead remains.
"It is me... the executioner blade..." Xindis looks at the crystal sword again and it vibrated on its own in order to get her attention, "Yeah... I am a sword that talks... original isn't it? Heh heh... you can call me 'EXE' for short if you want."
"Before I take you off that altar..." said Xindis with her arms crossed, "...Would you mind explain where are there corpses here? It seems you were quite the catch!"
"Like I said," the crystal sword replied, "I am the exectioner blade, or rather, EXE, I have been around since the beginning, I can't remember who forged me or if there was a forger to begin with. But what I do know, is that people had used me to kill those they deemed to have sins for millennium..."
"Right here? In this cave?" asked Xindis with a raised eyebrow.
"No... these people and the people who died outside the cave were killed by the relatives of the slain..." replied EXE the talking sword, "...the sons, the daughters of the fallen sinners return with a vegeance and killed who ever wielded me before, and then, they take me to exact further justice, the never ending cycle..."
Seeing that the EXE gone quiet, Xindis replied, "So, the wielder kills the sinner, the sinner's descendant returns to kill the wielder, the descendants then become the wielder... and everything starts over..."
"Exactly..." said EXE with a relieve that Xindis acknowledged its distress, "So, are you going to use me now? To get revenge, or justice? Heh Heh, who cares... they were one of the samething..." the sword stops vibrating and returns to a dormant state, Xindis wastes no time and wraps up the sword in some dirty rugs she found near the cave entrance. "Job done," thought Xindis as she exits the cave, "Gwen better not try anything funny, I will break this sword my self!"
Suddenly, a fire ball blasts through the dense cloud in the air and detonates right out side the cave entrance, Xindis responds by dropping the sword and transforms into a dragon. The blast's damage is significantly reduced by the Xindis's dragon scale, "What the..." said Xindis as she searches into the sky for the assilant, unable to see anything through the dense cloud Xindis shouted, "Come out fo your hidding, coward!"
As soon as Xindis lets out her taunt, without warnings, a black, ancient dragon dives down from the sky and ravaged the entire mountain with a breath of dark, yellow flame. Completly melting off the exterior of the cave, Xindis's dragon scale barely survived the attack and she is weakened to the point that she transformed back into a human.
"Foolish child... executioner blade shouldn't belong to Gwen, her human hands tarnish everything it touch..." said the black dragon, he gazes the wounded hybrid with a sultry crimson eyes, "... we dragons forged the blade and I shall now return it to lord Segtavius..."
The black dragon licked his long serpent tonge as he walks pass Xindis, deeming her unworthy of the time needed to end her life, the jet black monster picks up the rug with the sword in it and begins to take off into the sky, heading towards the ancient home kingdom of the dragons.
"Who... are you...?" said Xindis who is on the verge of death, she could swear that she saw the same dragon in the past, but she couldn't remember when and where.
The black dragon laughed, "I am Callemile... the night fright clan patriach of the dragon kingdom... your father was one of my fellow clansmen when he was alive, but he fell in love with a pitiful human..." Callemile pauses and chuckles, "I am sorry, but rules are rules... your father violated the ancient law... and he got what is coming for him... I will spare you this time, only because you have the some of our blood flowing in your vein. Now leave this place, this is the ancient boarder between the humen and the dragons, leave now... we dragons don't take tresspassers kindly..."
3D Skotino
Sorry very long winded :L
In a burning abyss, a world beyond ours, laid an old man, he recovered from his coma only to realize that he was else where moments ago, but for how long? He doesn't know, all he could remember was that he waited in the depth of a jungle for his final battle, but his enemy never came and he was now in a unfamiliar place, a valley made up of a red substance, with bruning sea covering the sky, he was left with no choice but to ventrue forward. He picked up a sniper rifle from the ground, it had an insignia on the barrle frame that he couldn't recognize, then he remembered, this rifle was used by the Morai millitary. But what was Morai, the old man was left to wonder.
"Who am I..." the old man muttered as he checked the rifle magazine, five rounds of bullets remained, "...my name... is Affraiel... yes, Affraiel, I was born on planet Isora... in the city of Nowensgrad..." suddenly, he was interrupted by a mysterious beast as it rudely ran passed him, leaving a trial of dust, "HEY, you stupid mutt! Watch your self!" the old man groaned.
Upon hearing the insult, the beast stopped, it turned back around and grazed its sliva ridden teeth at him. The old man stepped back before loading a rifle round into the chamber, "STAY BACK!" the old man yelled, fearing for his life, he took a good look at the beast, it was unlike anything he had seen before, it didn't have the dark blue hide of a snarbolax or the firey aura of a vog. Instead, the beast looked exotic and well groomed, with a layer of silver white fur and a pair of green eyes, the same colour as the old man's. "So you are Affraiel... the renegade warden..." said the beast, "Drop your weapon! NOW."
"Oh hell no, you can talk?!" said the old man, " You have to got be kidding me! What is this place?! And what are you?! And stop telling me to drop my weapon!"
"I am you... your brutal nature," the mysterious beast replied, "... your rage... your suffering... and yes... you already know where we are..." the beast tilted its head pointed Affraiel towards the hellish burning sky, he could hear the moanings of tortured souls in the distance, what kind of god would design such a place to punish its creations?
"He... HELL?! No," the old man denied, "THERE IS no way that we are in hell, it doesn't exist!"
"Are you blind?" said the beast while grazing its teeth, "Look around you, if this is crap hole ain't hell, then what is?!"
"Stop talking like me when I was young!" the old man paused and considered, "... so you are me... in some way..." he chuckled, leaning his rifle onto his shoulder, "so, there is an after life huh? Boy oh boy... I certainly should have prayed to god more... hmmm, how come I am not burning?"
"You are slightly off hell..." the white, green eyed beast responded, "This is the path to purgetory, a special section of hell... I am getting off this hell hole to a better place..."
"Mind if I tag along?" the old man grinned, "Two head are always better than one!"
"Technically, we are one of the same thing... but I guess you are right," the strange beast lowered its body, expecting the old man to climb on, "If you lag behind... I won't go out of my way to rescue you..."
any comment?
After a brief ride on the white haired beast, Affraiel couldn't help but to admit that he and the beast shared many similarities other than the looks. The way it ran and jumped through obstacles, even the panting from the beast reminded Affraiel of him self when he was slashing away in the battlefield, the heavy beating of his heart synchronized with the beast's perfectly. "Hey, I think we are here," said the beast, it made a full stop and forcefully shook off the old man from his back and he bit the dust, "Hey! That was uncalled for! Is this how you treat your partner?!" sneered Affraiel as he spitted the dust out of his mouth, seeing that the old man was fine, the beast hissed and replied, "Speak for yourself... Mister one man army..."
"Okay... you got a point there..." changing the topic, Affraiel moved away from the beast and took vantage point on a cliff side, the beast was thinking of the samething and creeped slowly behind the old man without reducing its profile to avoid detection. Below the cliff, Affraiel observed the path ahead with the scope of his rifle, while looking for anything that was amiss, Affraiel decided to chat up with the white beast, "Hey, so back there you said that you are my brutal nature... what exactly did you mean?", the beast responded while looking untrustfully at the old man, "I am your nature, your spirit..." Affraiel was bewildered by the statement, "If you are my spirit, then why am I still alive? The body sure ain't gonna survive without a soul right?" The beast shook its massive head and patiently replied, "I am your spirit, not your soul, I am the spirit that drives you to love, hate, create and to destroy, the spirit and the person's soul are judged seperately... and that is why we have to take this trial as two individuals..."
Affraiel's attention was drawn else where when he heard a series of commotions from the path below, a bloody firefight broke out between a group of unknown soldiers wearing attaires out of this world and a mysterious man in grey. The soldiers tried to gun down their attacker from a distance, but the man in grey chopped through their ranks with nothing but his bare hands all in the while dodging the incoming projectile perfectly. The group of soldier were slaughtered within minutes but strangely the mystery man did not loot them or proceed deeper into the purgetory, instead, he walked in opposite direction before disappearing from the view. "That man, did you see what he just did?" Affraiel gasped at the mystery man's terrifying performance, "He chopped through those boys like a high frequency blade through butter!" horrified, Affraiel took up his rifle and moved down to see if he could loot any of the corpses, the decapitated bodies were nothing new to him, Affraiel had seen them all too often. In the bloody mess that was once a group of healthy living soldiers, Affraiel scavenged a dozen bullets that could be fitted into the rifle's chamber, he also took up a strange looking army knife as well as a handgun, looked similar to blasters of the spiral order so he persumed that they worked the same way, whilst the search, the white beast satiated its hunger with the corpses, giving Affraiel a slight cringe on his face. After a quick search, the two moved away from the main road, fearing that the man in grey may come back if they searched for too long.
"Who was that man in grey?" Asked Affraiel while trying to walk with his back lowered as much as possible in a formation of medium sized rocks. "He is Lucifer...", the beast muttered expecting more questions from Affraiel he followed up with more information, "...He takes two form, a brutish hag and a speedy youth, he took the form of latter when he killed those soldiers..."
"Lucifer? What is he doing here?" aksed Affraiel, "I mean, what is the king of hell doing in Purgetory?"
"You guesses are as good as mine..." said the white beast as it tried to reduce its profile while following the old man, he took extra care and wipped out the foot prints left behind with its jagged tail, "Cutting off people from their way to redemption and recycle them back to his legion seems to be most profitable to the king of hell... it is hard to find good lieutenants these days, I escaped multiple times and this attempt is the best one so far..."
Affraiel and the white beast, who was supposedly his own spirit, the supernatural force that had driven him to commit all sorts of atrocities while he was back on cradle. It was still hard for him to believe that a man's soul and his spirit were judged seperately in the after life, but none these mattered now, the two arrived at the front entrance of the purgetory, the place was erie and abandonded. It seemed that not many brave souls or spirits had tread upon this place for a long, long time. "This is it?" the old man muttered at the beast, "...I will go in and have a look..." the white beast responded and dashed into the darkness of the purgetory, after a short corridor the beast arrived at a large empty hall. Where a blue, androgynous demonstood in guard of the many doors that would led further into the purgetory.
"Greetings, the spirit of Affraiel..." the blue demon whispered with an ominous grin, "My name is Dues Aradama, born by god and contrived by his highness..." the white beast was a fearsome monster, but even it was intimidated by the sinister grin on the demon's face. What was more frightening was the twitching yellow eyes on his shoulders gazing into every corners of the room. Seeing that the beast was confused, Aradama chuckled, "Don't worry, I have been here ever since my father has gone obscure, but I can ensure you that purgetory will offer you and your friend a fair trial..."
Seeing that the blue demon was capable of spotting Affraiel out side the door of purgetory, the beast relented and signalled the old man to come in, hoping that Aradama was trust worthy, "Alright... that is good..." Aradama smiled, "The soul and the spirit are together now," he paused with his slanderous red finger poised on his chin and continued, "how cute... sadly some people will have their soul and spirit seperated eternally in hell and heaven, such a shame..." without any further stalling, the blue demon pointed specifically at one of the gates and putted up his signature grin, "go now, the road for redemption begins here!" fearing what might happen to them if they do not comply, Affraiel and the white beast unwillingly entered the gate, not knowing what laid ahead. Would they truely be blessed with an eternity in heaven, or something far worse than hell? Or was there any difference between heaven and hell to begin with?
Just as the duo entered the first gate of their trials, standing on a stone pillar far from the purgetory entrance was Lucifer himself, still in the form of a youth his narrowed his eyes at the purgetory's front gate. He had run-bys with Aradama in the past and had witnessed some of the most devious tricks the blue demon had to offer, knowing fully that he cannot win a head on engagement, Lucifer planned out his next move just far enough so that Aradama's shoulder eyes can't spot him. "Dues Aradama... my lord should never have created you..." thought Lucifer while stood alert on the pillar, "You have just made one hell too many..."
I can't thank you enough for that second link, Thin. I've been struggling for so long with the idea my writing was redundant and lacking, but that link helped more than you know, thank you!
I know this isn't a piece if writing, but - er...
The fat snipe slammed down upon the sniveling Knight, sending him soaring trough the air. Angered, it flew away with a fluttering spin of its wings. His armour shattered in numerous places, the Knight stumbled about like a drunken gremlin and bowed never again to call a Snipe fat.
Wow, that took a surprising amount of effort, considering all the habits I had to break, haha.
You know, I wonder how Showing and not telling would work in a fast pace battle.
---------------------------------
The clash of metal on metal echoed off of the dimly lit walls. A warrior twirled his Barbarous Thorn Blade and ran through a gremlin mender. Luminous Emerald eyes darted both ways before the warrior rolled forward on the gleaming meftal floor, regaining his feet and spinning into a graceful combat stance. Three opponents advanced slowly, brandishing an assortment of weapons. The patter of steps indicated more approaching, and the knight knew he had to act quickly.
He took three steps towards the leftmost opponent and spun around to strike the right. A quick act from instinct saved the gremlin from being cut in two. Then the point of the foil-like sword arced around and cut a hole in the middle gremlin's fuel tank. The knight took a step back and activated his swiftstrike, the blue energy sphere flickered into existence as the fuel tank exploded.
A cloud of smoke obscured the new arrivals' view of the fight. A gremlin bared its teeth and thudded its hammer on the floor, impatient for the smoke to dissipate. An Incinerator stepped forward and flicked a switch on its flamethrower. Smoke cleared away slowly, some of it flowing into the nozzle held out by the incinerator. Four prone bodies lay still on the plain ground, none of them belonged to a knight.
A small gust of wind rustled the light leather that touched the floor. A small distance away, the Warrior draped in a Tabard and Chapeau watched unseen. Quietly, the knight slid the long pointed blade into its sheath. He slid a small radio transmitter from his belt and clicked the button.
A gentle whirring sound distracted one gremlin in the group. He chattered at another, and they went to investigate. One peered around a corner and yelped, drawing the attention of the rest. The whirring sound became louder as a Mechanical Knight bearing the Spiral Order's symbol on its shield walked forward. Small puffs of steam floated from the twin exhaust pipes sitting on the rear of the Mecha-Knight. Reaching an arm around, it pulled a gleaming white blade from a scabbard. It held it aloft, the dim light created a slight gleam on the edge, and brought it down in a savage slice towards to the nearest gremlin. Snarls rose from a couple and they surrounded the mechanical enemy.
Even farther away, the knight leaned against the exit. The elevator looked slightly worn, with rust dotting the edges of the terminal. The symbol showed a white house, shown on a Vermillion background. A ring of smoke emitted from the curved pipe held loosely in a gloved hand. The warrior cast a glance back at the Mecha Knight and tipped his hat. The railings sprang out of their hatches. Steam shot out of pipes. Unseen gears groaned as they started up, and the elevator began is descent to the next stage of the knights journey.
-------------------------------------------
That was quite fun actually. I doubt I nailed the showing part of Showing and not telling, but I like it. Maybe I'll take this into consideration and mix it into my writing style.
However, You can get real darn close.
----------------------------------------------------------------
I'm not trying to necro. Just making a story, in another post.
The summer breeze floats through the room, and picks up a piece of paper, falling to the ground.
On a dusty chair, sat a hopeless, worthless person.
That person would be me. I suppose you would want to know my name, but, at this point, you don't need it.
It all started a year ago.
The irony of it, I'd chuckle were I a masochist.
Like any normal student, I found myself with no time to do anything, other than my homework, chores, and other self-draining tasks.
Even though, I've always been helped by others- It never was enough for me to do things I wanted to do, as the stack of things I had to do added up, more and more and more.
One day, I picked up my phone to take a call from one of my many friends, but as I opened my phone, the screen turned static, and. . .
How should I describe it? The darkness took me? No. . . I dissapeared from the world.
「Will you make a wish?」
A voice. It echoes in my head, but I can't see or hear where it comes from.
「Will you make a wish, or not make a wish?」
The voice again. I'm not hearing things after all.
「Man, This is boring. I was called here by a very strong wish, but it's just another one of you- I shouldn't say too much.」
A figure appears before me, wearing black, gold, and red- In a very uncanny way.
Her hair shines a bright red, and her black eyes dazzle me.
「Come on, I haven't got all time, I have others to attend to as well. If you recall, You had a very strong inner wish, did you not?」
That's right... I did, didn't I?
'If only there were one more of me, Everything would be so much more easier'
「I need... another one of me.」
A small box appears, and falls into my hands. It's too dense to be plastic, but too light to be metal. It's white glow slowly brightens, more and more.
「Enjoy... Foolish you.」
I awaken, and in front of me, another me waves at me. I look around the room, to make sure there's no mirrors, but alas, it worked.
The copy smiles, and runs off.
「W-wait!」 I stutter, too late.
The next day at school, I find myself relieved of the work that I normally have to do. It's kind of wierd, Really- Abnormal if anything.
I'm not even called on to awnser questions, which almost always falls to me. Some of my classmates start muttering in astonishment, and jelousy.
When I walk up to the teacher to ask why I don't have any work, he simply tells me- 「You've already done your work, Rua.」
What.
So it wasn't just a dream, and yet... It seems so cliched, But it's real. . .
I find myself laughing, all the way back to my seat. I cover my mouth, and blush in frustration.
One of my friends lean over towards me, and whisper, well- Not really whispering, 「So, How'd you do it?」
「Huh?」 I say, quite surprised.
「You know what I'm talking about, Why do you think everyone's muttering under their breath with jealousy about work?」
「I'm not quite sure myself.」
「Right...」
---
For those of you who can predict the rest, you get an invisible virtual cookie.
I'll continue the rest when I feel like I can write more.
I'll call her Amna.
She'll probably appear in a lot of things.
Edit: Also, Those L shapes are just japanese quote marks. So that you know.
On my keyboard, the only way to put them in is to paste them in...
3D Gwenivere
First Dimension: Surface traits, quirks, habits
Gwen is cute, sometimes rash, likes to vape (the steam-equivalent of smoking), feisty, touchy-feely, joking/snarker, generous, kindly
Second Dimension: Back story, inner demons
Believe it or not, Gwen is a fallen Valkyrie, with a lingering dormant Dark Matter infection. Every day she struggles to keep it under control, and for the most part, she succeeds. It tends to suppress her empathy and increase her physical hunger when it is allowed to spread.
Third Dimension: Worldview
While it's unlikely to be stated in any game, Gwen is essentially a Christian. She does not believe killing is justified except under certain stringent conditions, values honesty and integrity, and has a generous heart. However, she is also zealously protective of innocent lives, and even more so toward her friends and family.
Put It All Together:
The Dark Matter infection sometimes puts her at odds with her worldview, especially during acute Dark Matter flare-ups, where she becomes the equivalent of a sentient zombie. When the spread is more subdued, her lack of empathy sometimes (but not always) causes her to forget her generosity & protectiveness, and sometimes even her moral compass in general.