@Crwned
So the story I'm writing has these four characters and each one is based on one of the four horsemen.
Calios: War. Snippet "He had never pegged himself as one to be emotional, he usually just started a fight and let out his emotions in either the form of blood or sweat. He glanced in the puddle of water at his feet, smirking when he took notice of the large bruise forming on his left cheekbone. After his parents were killed he had truly become an oncoming storm, he was never not bruised. People avoided him in villages and towns (but Cal figured that was also a side effect of who his friends were) and he relished in the feeling. Something about seeing himself beaten and broken brought on a sort of sick satisfaction that he quickly grew addicted to. But today was different, he wasn't quite sure how or why but he could feel it in his gut. His stomach was doing flips, and his tongue felt heavy in his mouth." Calios lost his family in a war, and he hasn't felt whole since. His character as War was based not on the violence of the actual act of war but rather the after-effects of it. He has a constant void in him and the only way he can ignore it is by inflicting pain upon himself. He disrupts the peace in any way he can, trying to get people to understand how he feels.
Marsa: Famine. Snippet " Marsa had a good handle on life. Her soft, gentle love for those she deemed worthy, close to a motherly role she had taken upon joining the group, radiated from her. She was picky, only eating certain foods from certain places, and relaxing only by those who she was comfortable with. The sense of suffocating on oxygen was overwhelming, the idea of most food was nauseating and there were signs. Her sharp collar bones and protruding ribs, hidden under layer upon layers of robs, willing people to simply ignore them. Her tactic was slow and agonizing. Her anger coming out as sharp subtle darts, never missing her target. A crown of dark curls hung around her shoulders, her chestnut eyes glowing. She had a calm air surrounding her, the tension leaving your shoulders by simply being in the presence of her. She used it as a smokescreen, a silent way of keeping people away from her, yet near her at the same time. That was just who she was. A person starving for real human connection." Marsa never had food when she was a child and so the idea behind her was to be picky, the exact opposite of what famine is. She chooses very meticulously and never does anything widespread. She has settled into the kind role, trying her absolute best to avoid what her past was, trying to project this sense about her that's false.
(part 1/2)