forum Anybody have any character stories? I’d love to hear them! （＾_＾）

Started July 12, 2019 by @4lagoon4 group

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I like to read character stories, they inspire me. ^_^

My character, Koue, is a young immortal who is slowly killing of the strongest fire-magic wielders in her universe. She's a total psychopath. The basis of her magic stems from "nothing", or the ability to become the space between molecules, basically. She is really fun to write because she is a younger sibling and a villain. She was born in an abandoned part of the continent called the "poison wastes" to the gods Nihil and Gift, Nihil of Nothing, and Gift of Poison. Take a look around my account if you want everything is public and I'm totally spacing right now.

My dnd characters recently committed murder because they were trying to retrieve an important object from some gang members in the midst of a car chase. They got caught up in the chase and action, and accidentally blew the car up and killed the back seat gang members. They are now dealing with the ramifications of that on their conscious (well one of the players doesn’t care about killing and death, but he does care about the other players) It’s sad but also interesting for character development.

@"2amwriter She sounds destructive! o_O
@Yasmin Haq Yeah, usually when something like that happens the character will either change for better or worse. (Hopefully better ^o^’)

It's not a full story, but it's an important part of her story, and kind of who she's become/becoming. My character Osora, a superhero-in-training, had this run in with a villain who could basically semi-posses items, and people with enough energy, to allow him full control over them, like puppets. In fact, he used dolls and puppets made of hard-hitting materials when committing crimes and attacking people. It was a total accident, her even coming across him, but it happened. She won the fight, through some miracle, though barely. It left her with a horrible fear of dolls, and even more reason to become a hero, in order to protect other people from ever feeling the same fear and helplessness she did. There were some legal issues following everything, considering she killed him(she was fourteen, mind you.), but the official decision was self-defense, and to keep her family out of the spotlight of the media, it was kept mostly under wraps.

@thighighcrocs-will-be-spotty-for-a-week Wow! Will there be a part when she has to face her fear? Will someone later in the story find out what she did and blackmail her?? (I have so many questions 😂)

Honestly? No clue. I know it's going to come up, I just haven't exactly figured out when, though you might've given me an idea, to be honest. I like the blackmail one too, both would be great for angst lmao

Afoa began her life as a toad. Her mother, a witch, had longed for a child for many years and was given her new daughter Afoa. Afoa's mother lived as a hermit in the deepest part of a forest. Afoa spent much of her childhood shut up in their cozy cabin. Despite not being able to leave their residence in the woods, she was allowed, at the very least, to explore just outside the wooden walls she lived in. She would often visit nearby bridges-not for any logical reason- she was just drawn to them by an internal desire. When she sat on a stone bridge over a rushing river, Afoa couldn't help but feel serene and grounded in her time.

When she visited the bridges of her forest, she was constantly overseen by hidden trolls with the responsibility of keeping her, a troll maiden, safe. At one old clapper bridge, Afoa met a lurking troll, who would eventually become her close companion. After she met them, Bysketter seemed to follow her everywhere. They seemed a bit creepy to Afoa, at first, but she was determined to become close to them. So she would often turn to speak to them and ask about troll, bridge, and forest related subjects. Sometimes Bysketter would take Afoa to important troll gatherings. There was always the annual festival of the year being reborn. Afoa loved to go to that festival with Bysketter. They would carry her on their wide shoulders to see the bright lights filling the sky at midnight and hold her hand when she got scared. They were always there for Afoa when she needed them most.

At home, her mother treated her gently, with kindness. Her strict rules were easy to bear due to her heartening personality. As she grew older, Afoa was allowed more and more to travel into towns to trade and purchase groceries. They would often visit one trading town, in particular for potion ingredients. It was there, in the lengthy duration of her mother negotiating with the potions tradesman, that Afoa made her first real freind. She had made enduring acquaintanceships everywhere she had and continued to visit, but none closer than that with Evelyn. Evelyn was a child of slight nobility, and was much wealthier than Afoa. Even in such a peacesful community as was the trading town, it was difficult to integrate poor and wealthy people. That's why when Afoa and Evelyn hung around together, laughing, holding hands, and braiding hair, people would stare at them. Disapproving adults of poor and rich families would often look at the two girls playing house in disgust. It was because people couldn't understand how a rich and a poorer child could be close friends that they whispered as they passed. It couldn't have been because they knew how Afoa felt for Evelyn. The people on the streets couldn't have been able to reach so far into the depths of her mind that they would be able to pick up on the funny feelings that made Afoa's heart race when she saw Evelyn's shining smile. No one person could do that - much less an entire town could. Being so young, she couldn't have recognized the way she so openly stared in longing at Evelyn. She couldn't have understood that she and Evelyn were much closer than many girls their age were in friendships. So Afoa convinced herself that they simply didn't like seeing a common girl and a wealthy girl being close. In their frequent and brief times together, they became each others' rock. One day, it just happened. Evelyn took a now teenage Afoa's hand and softly kissed her, right in the middle of Afoa going on a rant about how raccoons kept getting into her garden. For their entire friendship, Afoa had known deep down what she felt for Evelyn, but had no idea if she felt the same way. So she had buried those ever growing feelings deep inside of herself. So when Evelyn kissed her, Afoa's entire heart seemed to collapse and reanimate anew.

Unfortunately, Afoa's mother had witnessed this display, and did not not approve in any sense of the word. She was furious to an extent of madness. She rushed to Afoa and snatched her up by the wrist, her daughter struggling and crying the entire way she was dragged. When they finally reached the edge of the forest, Afoa finally broke away from her mother's grasp. She pulled back from the heaving silhouette of her mother, nearly stumbling on the granite clapper bridge they were standing on. "Why- why… you hurt me- my arm! I don't understand!" Afoa was starting to hyperventilate and tears were pricking at the corners of her eyes. Her mother spun around to meet Afoa's tear-stained gaze and grabbed her, violently by the shoulders, "What don't you understand? Huh?" With every word, she looked more and more agitated, and shook her daughter's shoulders harder and harder, "Boundaries? Social standards?" Afoa's mother suddenly let go, pushing her daughter away and turning, "All that time I spent raising you only for you to be this ungrateful!" Fearful tears were now streaming down Afoa's painfully rosy cheeks. "I don't - I don't understand…" She staggered toward her mother with a hopeful, outstretched hand. "Please…" Her mother reeled around and slapped her hand from the air. At this warning, Afoa fell to the ground and pulled herself into a huddle. Her mother threateningly advanced toward Afoa, pulling back her hand for what would be a cruel strike upon her innocent child. But when she took a step too close to Afoa, she found that her legs were unable to move. She couldn't pull them from where they sat on the heavy granite slab of a familiar creek bridge. Her eyes widened with realization. Before she could even call out, she was completely paralyzed by troll magic. The unseen eyes of the forest were holding Afoa's mother captive. Afoa lifted her head from her trembling knees. Behind her stood Bysketter, who gladly embraced their favorite person in her time of need.

This story is still incomplete, tho

@Rather_Eat_Chips I just got done reading it! It makes me curious what she’ll do now is she ever gonna forgive her mom or move on in life and explore. 😲

@thighighcrocs-will-be-spotty-for-a-week I can already tell it’s gonna have me on edge! (^u^)

I'm willing to take suggestions. I had an ending in mind but I'm not married to it. I think an outside opinion would make things more interesting.

@Rather_Eat_Chips You could do that thing were the character tends to hold grudge, and throughout the story it’ll gradually change them into someone unrecognizable! ((For example if Afoa felt so betrayed by her mother’s reaction she starts to detach herself from anyone/everyone afterwards in the story.)) It has to be paced thoroughly though, as you want to show the readers how steadily this distrust grows. 👏👍

That's actually pretty similar to what I had in mind, thanks for the suggestion

Haha, great minds think alike! No prob

Laine’s mother abused her, so child services sent her to an orphanage where has been living for 8 years, up until recently, when the orphans where put on train cars and are now being whisked across the country in a modern day orphan train. She stole something from the headmistress and now her and her friends are being tortured because of it, even though Laine never confessed to it. Nobody knows she did it. The guilt is soaking her through and she is terrified of what will happen.

@EllieGrace-Loves-Riverdale That item she stole must be really important! Is it like a valuable heirloom or something for her to torture them so bad?? :0

It has the only magical properties known to human kind. It’s kind of one-of-a-kind.

That’s cool! I feel Laine will discover it’s magical properties and become powerful!

A Mother dragon is fiercely protective of her young, even more so when this dragon's young is to rule the rest of her species. 'twas the night before the first passing of her hatch-ling's hatch day, the small dragon was curled under her mothers wing when the older dragon woke. The wind brought the noise of several Hunters, in mere moments they would arrive and destroy the Dragon's last safe place. To fly off was to abandon the sick and the young, and to stay would mean she would be slaughtered. The Mother dragon peaked at her young Hatch-ling sleeping peacefully under her wing and this mother knew what must be done. In a flash of light A tall woman with long flowing ruby red hair and bright green eye's that gave her away as a dragon stood where the mighty beast had just been. She held the sleeping Dragon in her arms as she hurried deeper into her cave, When she reached the back she set the child down and began to chant, slowly at first carefully pronouncing every syllable then, as the sounds of the battle grew louder, The lady Dragon sped up, in a flash of burning light the small dragon 's shape shifted from that of a dragon to a small child around a year old. As the woman chanted the babies hair dimmed from bright red to brown and when the baby, Woken by the sound, opened her eye's, they were fading from bright green to a dull brown. When the Women exhausted but alive, finished her work she picked up her hatch-ling and held her tight, The woman spoke a few more muffled words, "Stay alive my love, live on for me." before she carried the babe, who was now crying to the front of the cave and with a flash the dragon resumed her fearsome form, The Dragon had tears in it's eye's and fought bravely and for years after the Dragon Hunters told tales of how when the Queen of the dragons fell, her final words could be heard ringing through the cave, "Come back to me, my love, when you regain yourself."

The Dragon hunters discovered the young baby then, bundled up in a scrap of Red cloth, Her hair and eye's were a dark brown, she couldn't be the young of a dragon. they carried her off into the near by village and left her there leaving her only with the blanket and a name, Scale.

@Relsey I can totally see this as opening cinematic for a show or something! Those are some foreshadowing words the Queen left too! I wonder if scale will discover the truth, will she become the new Queen? 😮

She does her best, Scales back story has very little to do with the rest of the book, The only important part is the spell her mother placed on her prevents anyone from telling her she's a dragon, or asking if she's a dragon, oh ya and she can't use her Dragon form. So when Plot device comes to find the last dragon so the dragon can light the fire of this magic forge thing to restore this magic artifact thing to fix the magical imbalance that's mutated a virus that's now killing every one, Plot device has to spend time helping her figure out she's a dragon.

Is plot device like a mythical person or creature that guides her throughout the story? (And there was a lot of magic in that last sentence😂)

GASP! Could it be her mom lowkey?? 😱

Plot device is Azizia, she's Senvian, think of them as Shape shifting Elves. She's the main character of the previous book which shows how this magical artifact was broken. (I said magical because I'm to lazy to explain it very well)