All right. It's a bit of a long character, so if I can figure out the spoiler tags, I'll see if I can get it to be a shorter post.
SPOILERX
Name: Louie Mason
Age: 24 years old
Gender: Male
Species/Race: It’s unknown where in particular he comes from, but he appears to be a Native American in bloodline.
Voice: His voice is rather low, not in a defensive or angry way, but naturally small, and always holds a bit of reluctance when he is speaking to someone in a relaxed or calm manner. It’s even, most of the time, rarely showing his emotion if what he feels is of a small caliber. When an anger takes him over, though, it gets deadly and venomous, almost like the hiss of a snake, forced out rather than simply coming to him easily. When he raises his voice, it’s extremely obvious and can carry for a good distance indoors or out. It doesn’t hold much accent, if any at all.
Body Type: A solid, yet tall and easy build, Louie is rather angular, not exactly lanky, but not of a thick build in the arms and legs. He has a small waist, slightly sloped shoulders that make him appear less of an assertive person than what he is. He is extremely agile, easily slipping into small spaces and outrunning anyone that might be chasing him. He stands a bit over six feet tall, but is not quite a giant.
Skin: Evenly tanned, but not overly so, to where he can be confused for many nationalities.
Hair: Pitch black hair covers his eyes, going down his back. It can all be tied back in a pony tail or braid, and is usually loose. It’s pin-straight and rather thick.
Eyes: Louie’s eyes are angled, rather shadowy as though from lack of sleep, and very dark brown, almost black in immediate appearance. They are intense in their gaze, always watchful and rather narrowed as though bright lights are painful to them.
Common Attire: Usually he wears a sleeveless black shirt that is buttoned down the front, with a down-turned collar. His pants are long, black jeans that easily keep form to his legs, and his shoes are black boots that are pointed at the toe and have a slight inch-tall heel. The tips are capped with steel, and they reach a bit above his ankles and are tightly laced.
Accessories:
Belts- He wears two belts. One is heavy leather that is ill-fitting and hangs askew on his waist. The other is a black cloth thing that is tied to the right side tightly. Its edges are frayed as though from many years of wear and rough winds.
Armwear- Louie wears several different bands and bracelets. On one arm is a heavy black leather thing with silver bands around the top and bottom, and a thin, silver chain crisscrossing it. On the other wrist is a cloth band that goes almost to his elbow, tied off at the bottom at his wrist.
Necklaces- Louie constantly wears a pair of silver, slightly rusted dog tags on a chain, and a circular locket that seems to mean a lot to him. He keeps it on a heavier chain, under his shirt, the front of the locket sporting an ornate letter M.
Personality: Louie has an oddly distant persona. He is quiet, reserved, and it can usually be mistaken for shyness. He generally wanders about alone, rarely, if ever, seen with someone else for a long period of time. He is rather wary of others anyway, distrustful and skittish around crowds. He appears tired most of the time, but can react to something immediately and sometimes violently, depending on what level of surprise it causes. He is a very good actor, able to convey the entire spectrum of human emotion despite only feeling small amounts of most of them.
Physical Strength: Louie can lift and handle things at least twice his size and weight, and what he cannot, he generally pushes or pulls along the ground, using his legs, which are much stronger than his arms. He can handle massive amounts of pain, so will not try to avoid a confrontation or back away from a fight.
History: The first part of Louie’s life was spent in pain. Born into an extremely abusive pair of people, Louie came to rely on only himself at a very young age, taking to wandering the nearby town instead of staying home and allowing himself to be hurt more than necessary. He developed a cold disdain toward the world and people who would do harm upon anything or anyone else, and an extremely high tolerance to pain. Born without a sense of smell or taste, he has been able to deal with a lot of what others would shy away from.
When he was thirteen, Louie started writing a list. It detailed how to kill someone, and how to get away with it. Though he never intended to use it, he worked on it for years, until he was eighteen and his parents decided to try to lock him in the basement again as punishment for vanishing. He decided to put the list to good use. He chained them in the basement for a month before playing the list out step by step. No one asked about them, nor do they know who killed them, if anyone.
Louie carries the list now, always with him unless he goes to town or off his property in general. He finds and watches people who have abusive tendencies or lifestyles to their loved ones, and lures them to his home, where he kills them and follows the list again and again, always according to the list. Even after six years, he has never become sloppy or strayed from his list.
I think it worked! Anyway, wiki is useful sometimes, but I have a hard time trusting all its information. Unless I know something is completely ridiculous, then I just go to a better site. As of lately I've been using characters with personalities far different than mine. And with occupations I never thought I would enjoy writing about! Although I love RolePlaying here on Mene. I love seeing the ideas others have, the plots, the various ideas that are so different, sometimes oddly alike. But I never see it as writing as someone else. I see it as... writing. I mean, I'm controlling my own character, and the other person is doing the same, but I feel it's collaborative idea sharing and it easily boosts inspiration. Although I've not had many surviving RPs, sadly. Really, though, writing is the same as RPing. You are being someone else, a whole series, writing of their lives as though you are them, whether you know or not.
Sorry about disappearing. Needed sleep. Anywho, yes it worked and I'll be checking it out. Its always interesting to play with characters that are the complete opposite of you. And yea, the stuff here certainly does help with inspiration. But my boyfriend doesn't seem to get that really, but then his specialties were in math. I preferred english, just not the literature side.
It's all right. I'm glad it worked, though. That particular character is a lot like me in general personality, and his style reflects what mine used to be. So being alike in these ways, I can decide on what he should do depending on what I would do in that situation. Although those opposite of me are fascinating as well, as I've come to realize in my scientist characters. But those characters are in a permanent slumber now, and it's a sad thing to see.
Well it's said that a person who is gifted in math-based subjects are not as good in literature and English, and vice versa. And I believe that, because I'm horrible at math beyond the basic principles of it.
I happen to agree, but then again I'm also very good in science, just not physical science....More like biology and genetics. Or chemistry, but mostly the chemical reactions.....I keep trying to remember what element it was that turned the flames green, and why they seem to be abundant in blue pen ink, but not in other ink colors. (I was coloring a piece of paper in blue ink then randomly set it on fire, the fire was green, but when I did the same with other ink colors like red, black, green and purple, the fire didn't change.) And thats no fun, sleeping characters. I did recently try making characters that were even the opposite gender of myself. To try and react from something I'm never going to be really.
The current thing I'm curious about is, I have friends who are a bit squeamish(sorry if thats the wrong spelling), but I've got a completely separate scene thing/mini story I'm working on. Its already got like a dark tone to it, and I had figured on doing some torture...How much would be too much in that kind of situation? I've already figured for the sake of things, I might do two separate endings, one where the main person lives and the bad guy dies, and then another where everyone dies anyway...I mean I'd need to practice that kind of stuff anyway if say fight scenes occur in something I write or if things take a turn for the worst. If something bad didn't happen the book wouldn't be interesting anyway...Least in my opinion...Sappy happy things are for Disney...
I've never paid much attention to science or biology, or chemistry, but I tend to catch on quickly. I would have to say, my best work, a long dead RP that is what I consider one of the best I've been a part of, involves a future spent underground by the few million surviving humans after first contact with alien life ravaged the surface for all its resources, leaving behind destruction and an odd alien bacteria that exhibits a strange blue-green glow and alters the five human senses. That was where my first science-based character, a teacher in one of the underground city's academies whose great-grandfather told him many stories of the surface life, and gave him many journals documenting the surface and its life before the attacks. He takes interest in learning anything he can, and is sometimes confused for a professor. I do miss that storyline.... Ah.
Hm, I've heard of that before, though. There are chemicals that turn flame various shades, usually in common household items. I'm not sure what chemical would turn it green, though.
I have RP characters and normal writing characters of both gender. It's rather simple to switch between genders and personalities for me. I've been working on writing itself for twenty years, but I've never had a good storyline until about a year back.
Oh, you spelled it right. I do love dark-toned stories, as is evident in my blog-written story based on a dream I've been having for a couple years now. But when it comes to torture, you have to be the judge. Depending on the graphic aspect of the rest of the story's writing, you would not want to overdo it when getting to the pain part, because that would make you seem too eager or overzealous. Keep it even with the basic outline and structure of the before and after parts. The one I'm working on holds quite a bit of torture scenes, including descriptions of how to get rid of a body, clean up afterward, and construct simple yet believable cover stories. I'm possessed with the need to place a great deal of detail in all the scenes, to keep a level field for the entire story.
Also, I hate sappy happy endings. The more realistic and down to earth, the better.
Heh yea I'm interested in chemistry really, how useful it can be say like acid erosion or a burning agent. Its one thing that really makes my boyfriend stare at me, my interest in chemicals and fire/explosives. And yeah I can understand that, I've currently got a character that is extremely tech savy, likes breaking them down and building them back up. And a photographic memory. Neither of which I'm really.
And I'm glad I got it right. I was afraid it wasn't since it didn't look right and I was in a bit of a rush and didn't bother going to dictionary.com. >.> I should prolly check out your story, may not have really head much about it, but I can tell it would be good anyway. And thats a rather long time to be working on writing. I've only gotten a few years away from high school, not even been to college yet either. But I wouldn't mind getting a degree on writing, or English. I don't really care for literature though. I never liked being told what to read...And most of the classics aren't all that great like people think. Though I'm surprised The Count of Monte Cristo wasn't on one of the reading lists in high school...Revenge stories seem most interesting.
Ah heh, yeah I understand about the details thing. I've had times where I'm afraid I've either used too much, or too little. And if I've used too much, was it really neccessary or not. But I do certainly do that if I'm doing a long term write sometimes, I'll build a timeline of events that I want to see happen, and then drop down to include details of something in particular that I feel I need to make sure I remember. But I don't think it'll be very graphic...I mean the background torture victims I'm just telling about the after of the torture...Then the main will have it explained more for the before, maybe a little during, then after.
I'm pretty sure I would be able to understand more than the basics of chemistry if I just looked into it a bit, but I've already got a million things bouncing around in my head, mostly random useless facts and story plots I've never gotten to. But since technology and I have never gotten along, computer hacker characters and those who know their way around mainframes and motherboards are... not for me, sadly. If in an RP, I usually leave that to the other person, and they leave me with the biology and botany section. The character I spoke of earlier, the one relating to the dead RP I wish I could bring back, has a photographic memory, which is actually called an eidetic memory, therefore can recall all the stories his great grandfather told him when he was younger.
I've got a very good vocabulary in knowing what is spelled right and how to spell. I'm called both a walking dictionary and a Grammar Nazi, and after a conversation with a friend, I'm actually writing a terribly stupid but melodramatic story about the Grammar Nazis and the Illiterates falling into a war, and we are two of the main characters. But I would love if you took a look at my story! I've been hoping for people to read and let me know what they think. Although be warned that it's a first draft so... hardly as good as I would like it to be. But I started writing at a young age, to take my mind off the life I was living, working on simple little fairy tales that let me escape to a better world. I've never gone to college and have my own charity-based business now, and I write on the side or when I have free time or a lot of boredom, and I love writing. Never intended to get a degree in writing though. I feel that one should not have to have a degree to put their imagination and ideas to good use. If you are a good writer, you are simply a good writer.
It's really based on your idea of how much detail to include. But if you spend two pages detailing someone's clothes or a curtain, I think it's gone a little overboard. Moderation, especially with introducing a character's details, unless it's a person who is fixated on a new character and their thoughts are detailing their appearance, or the story itself is in first person point of view and the character is detailing something or someone. But I think the idea you have is good. You could reach the perspective pretty well, I think.
Huh. I like learning new things. And I've had that happen a few times where people complain about me correcting mistakes in anothers grammar or spelling. And that story sounds funny. Should probably post that up too, everyone love the silly humor. Ah, as for the degree, well I don't really see it as more for proof that I'm a good writer, but more to just a end item after taking classes to help imrpove my writing in certain place I know I fail at, like reports and essays for some reason.
Anyway I'm not too judgmental anyway. So I won't care about it not being absolutely perfect. But I'm hoping I can figure things out for this mini...I got the first 2 paragraphs and then stopped, thinking of what I was gonna do next to the girl...Its kind of taken up most of my current thoughts lately. And I'm sorry the rp died on you. I hate it when things go really good, then suddenly dies...
Ah, as do I. And I'm glad to find others who like learning new things. Although I tend to warn others that I'm classified as a grammar Nazi because I'm almost obsessed with correcting what I see wrong, though I can hold off on it most of the time. I'm not sure if I should post it up, though, or even where I could put it. I mean, the Lit forum is too quiet, and my blog is taken up already, not to mention the Notes app on my Facebook page is being used as well. Although one could classify it as so dramatically serious it's laughable, since it takes a war based on the opposing forces of grammar and chatspeak and blows it up to rather impossible lengths. A fun way to pass the time, and maybe even good novel material. I would never go try to get a degree in something I do for the pure love of doing it. I'll just ask more experienced writers and take lessons from Dean Koontz, who at this moment is my favorite twentieth/twenty-first century writer. I think, though, the reason I hate essays and reports is because it's got to be a certain way for a certain person, too planned out and such. But that is just me.
Well admittedly it could be better. I just have to change some things, add a bit, take out some things and change some words. Otherwise it's all right, for now. I can understand the obsession with trying to get farther into a storyline, be it a small one or a novel-based. Just play the scene out in your mind, with different possibilities, and whichever feels more realistic, edit it to what you like and add it in. Ah, RPs tend to die a lot for me. Bad partners and the like. I'm always the watchful one, always on a post with a reply up in, the longest, half an hour.
Heh, yea. My uncle and I had a laugh a while ago because both of us noticed that the little light up sign thing outside the hotel I've been living in lately, they misspelled Disney. And it had stayed that way for months. I mean I dislike it when things are misspelled, but sometimes its just funny how...er...unintelligent people can be. >.> God I just caught my own grammar mistake. Haha. And it is kind of a fun way to pass the time. I've occasionally just sat down and decided to write what I think would happen if I threw all the characters I've ever created into a room together. Sometimes it's rather hilarious.
I have been debating on where to post them, but I've got a pleathora of poems I've written. All free-form really. If I try to make it rhyme, it sound wrong and forced to me...I do have one that does rhyme, but I wrote it after my great grandmother died and my friends think its creepy since I titled it strangely "My tears they bleed". But it worked and while probably not the best, I was happy with it. Sadly though I've come across a block...Apparently since I've started dating my current boyfriend, I don't need to write poems anymore, but with my previous, I was churning out poems almost once a week...But then again I had a lot more stress going on then and poetry was my outlet...I did post up two in the poetry section, even did some of my nicer poems, but no response...So apparently those aren't popular...Oh I did read your story and I liked it. I mean yea it is rather dark and all, but its very easy to connect to because who hasn't had those similar worries?
Really? I hate to see signs in public misspelled. It really deflates the already felled balloon of faith I have in the intelligence of humans. Ah, well, at least they spelled it right later on I suppose. Wait... You just gave me an idea! To take the characters of stories I've written set in the general reality of our world, set up a kidnapping, and force them to work together to get out of some labyrinth-like house triggered with traps and puzzles. But they would have to be diverse in personality and upbringing. I do wonder how they would react....
Well, the Literature Forum has always been quite slow-going. It's not that people have not seen them, they have not been around enough to take notice. I do like reading poems, but I've never been good at writing them in any way. Hopefully you will find a spark of inspiration for more poems, but without the actual stress part. I'm very glad you like my story. The first bit was centered around the dream I've been having, so I had to improvise with the rest and decide on where to take it. So far, so good, I think, and dark stories are often my specialty. I just decided to use my name to go along with the fact that I'm the actual protagonist of the story, and adding the fantasy-based element takes some of the realism out of it.
Heh. It does really deflate the faith. But, and I don't care if it makes me twisted, sometimes its just so funny to watch how unintelligent people can really be. Heh, glad I could give you an idea. Apparently I've found I'm very good at that with another friend. I seem to never lack in ideas but since some I've collaborated with others, I don't really want to write something where I use their characters and they get mad at me. Hell I used to bounce ideas off my ex boyfriend and he told me if I ever got the story printed, he had to get a share because I was using his ideas...I told him to piss off because I wasn't really using his ideas, just talking things out with about thing.
And I can see that. Kind of makes me feel sad about it though. And I hope I can find my muse without the stress input. Hmm...I'd be a little hesitant to write about my dreams...But then again, how you did yours doesn't really seem all that terrible, maybe I could get away with a few...Probably won't use the one where I decided to more or less torture my ex and then inject acid into his veins...Yes, I was particularly pissed at him...But then again it would make for an interesting psycho story...
Sometimes I do like to watch people's stupidity. Then when bad things happen to them I can just laugh it away! Sometimes it's bad, but hell, I can hardly care. The person obviously had it coming. Oh, it's hardly anything to give me an idea. Someone can word a general sentence a certain way and I have an explosion of a hundred ideas and possibilities and character combinations for that single sentences. A single word, even, and I can base an entire plot around that one single word. But I would take time out of my day... my week, even, to help someone come up with something and make up a character just for them. I love helping, it's a weakness.
I suppose. I wish the Lit forum had more of an audience, though. Good to look for a muse, though, without the external annoyance. Although since this dream has been repeating, every time I sleep, for the past two years, it's all I really have to write about, and I'm hoping that if I get it out, I can finally dream about something else. Makes for an interesting story, though, the aspect of a future self coming back to take his younger self's soul, then sending his younger self to the underworld after killing the only ones he ever loved and making him watch. I have an idea after that, at least, so it's not a dull thud of an ending right then and there. Although I hope that acid was diluted a little! Otherwise it would just explode the vein and stick, rather than being transported throughout the body. But it was a dream, so logic just goes right out the window. I do love the psycho-based ideas! Puts good use to the murder checklist I made through the years of twelve and sixteen.
Heh yeah. Helping tends to be a weakness of mine. But sometimes some of my friends didn't need my help. (How my friend had the idea to create her own little comic where one of our male friends becomes pregnant with God's kid, I have no idea on. But it was a rather strange idea considering she didn't even like same-sex pairings...) And thats actually rather interesting. I mean I may not have a thought process for ideas like that, but I've had a few pop up from some of my more random conversations with friends.
Yes the Lit Forum could use more audience, but then again...Maybe not if people come here and clutter it up with useless drivel and piss-poor writing skills. I'd hate to have to filter through half a dozen pages to find just one good thread. Mmm. Muse searching though can be a little difficult sadly. Sigh. But thats rather interesting. I've never had a dream repeat itself very much...But then again, after its started to bother me I talk about it to my friends...well I used to anyway when they still talked to me...Now they don't and I don't really dream those things again anyway...Huh...I might actually use that though, diluting the acid so it travels better. I almost wonder what he'd do though if I wrote it out and then emailed it to him, if he would get it or not...It'd be rather hilarious if he didn't get it and still complimented me on it. I haven't really developed my own check list like that...Maybe I should if I'm going to start dabbling into the dark writing themes...Check out a few books on medieval torture for ideas...And actually its not really a dull thud to end it there. Even if it does make me wonder what happens to him later...
I love to help. It gives me things to do, I mean. But what an odd thing to think up. Not that it's out of the spectrum I know of odd, since an online friend I usually talk to wants me to write scripts of the day to day life of my household. But I tend to talk to people, and stop right in the middle and take out a pad of paper and pen and write something down, then return to the conversation as though nothing happened. Those sudden stops happen a lot, since I have a lot of forgetfulness wandering around my skull, kicking out random things.
Perhaps, yes, though it could do with a little more action. Would compel me to write more to keep up. I would hate to see the poor Lit forum clubbed to death with horrible writing. Indeed, though, muse searching usually takes a while. I've found a muse in the love of my life, and I've been able to write so much better, work out so much more than what I used to without him around. Sounds like a cliche movie, but it's true. Made it that much harder to write that dream out, and detail his death and the death of the friends I consider my family. It's still a repeat dream, though, so I'm not sure what to do to make it go away. I'll keep looking, though. Maybe if I just finish the thing.... Anyway, if you want to take a look at my checklist, which I've had put to me, so it legally belongs to me, you can derive your own checklist from what you see there. Oh, but if you want to kill someone easily and quickly, just inject air into their veins and it will cause what appears as a heart attack. Or drug them with sleeping pills to put them out, and take a long needle, and stab them at least three times in the spine, just at the base of the neck. But yes, if you do want to start in with the killer's themes and have savvy murderers, best to think things through. I'll still be updating that blog story when I can, I'm just taking a bit of a break from it for now.
Heh. I can understand that. And yea it is rather odd. But then again my friends were a very odd group...And while I never wrote anything down as I was talking to someone, I did tend to write things down during class and I was bored out my mind. And yea I can understand about the forgetfulness...My boyfriend teases me for having, as he calls it, an "oh-shiny" memory.
Definitely. It would probably be clubbed to death with horrid writing. And thats great that you found your muse. But I can understand why it would be hard. The somewhat bad silver-lining is that because of those emotions though, it makes it easy to write the reactions to it happening. And yea maybe if you do finish it it might go away. That would be nice if I could. Since I don't really watch the horror genre of movies I don't really get ideas from them. Again according to my boyfriend, I've lived a rather sheltered life, which I don't disagree with. I laugh at myself about it because I used to be terrified to just watch Twister...
Injecting air into someone's veins I've heard of before...It would be easy and quick, but there's still the issue about leaving behind a mark by the inject site...Same with stabbing the spine...I do watch things though like CSI, Bones and other shows like that...It was interesting to find that if enough insulin is used, that can kill someone. And it doesn't show on normal tox screens, unless its specifically looked for, since its a natural product of the human body.
The people I live with, including myself, are so diverse one would come to wonder how we could possibly live together without killing one another. The entire spectrum of the house includes a borderline genius, me, who could be classified as a man transported from the mid 1800s, a pureblood hippie who loves everything and everyone (my muse), a nine year old who is too smart for her own good, and a tomboy who can match any man in strength and hardheadedness. We have a famous verbal story going on, based around a zombie apocalypse, even though three of us have never focused on writing before.
I've found the ability to feel just about any emotion, though also being generally devoid of most emotions, giving a genuine feel to the writing I'm focusing on. Although it certainly helps in imagining the deaths of the ones I love, to explain what I would do perfectly. Maybe. Oh, but if you need ideas, you can always come to me! I've got an extensive collection of horror and suspense movies, and I can take some of the twisted ideas from them and morph them into monsters of what they used to be. Being exposed both to the real life horrors and those of fictional works, I can derive realistic settings for fictional bases. I've never really been afraid of horror movies, really. I actually used to laugh at the old zombie movies.
Well it would be easier if they were drug addicts and the injection site could be hidden among the track marks on their arms. Still, injection sites would simply be the points of where they died, rather than clues to the person who killed them. Not much to go on for that. Although, growing up among an adoptive family of diabetics, I've learned quite a bit about insulin usage. One could find a discreet injection place, for a general person, though, such as between the toes, in the hairline, maybe, or perhaps under a fingernail or toenail. Maybe even in the ear. Would take a while to circulate, though, I believe.
Sorry! Dexter Morgan: Computer disconnected and had to go to bed anyway.
But that certainly is an interesting group. Somehow in my group of friends, even though I was the twisted and perverted mind, I was also seen as "Mom" of the group. But a few times I did wonder if I'd been either born in the right time, or if I was just an old soul. Though I also think that other than "Mom", I was the easy scapegoat for things. I always did something wrong in someone else's eyes. Its rather difficult having to deal with that, but it will help eventually.
And that would be great. Good for you too. (Mild sarcasm there). I don't know why I can't deal with watching horror movies but can imagine it for writing. And thats rather interesting, being devoid of emotions thing, I've never come across a point where I've had any issues with my emotions during writing...except maybe a few times. But then again I use those same emotions to fuel certain scenes in an attempt to make it as believable as possible.
That would make sense too, finding alternate sites.
Ah, yes, seems I'm a father figure in the group, always the level headed one watching out for the others. Then again I'm the oldest of the group, so that must be a factor as well. I know one thing, I've been born in the wrong time. I feel I would fit in much better with the population of the mid or late 1800s, considering my way of thinking, dress, and most of my mannerisms. And considering I can adapt well to most environments and dangers, making it a survival mechanism that kept me mostly alive throughout my younger years. Sorry about the scapegoat thing. It's happened to the best and the worst of us. But it makes us stronger down the road.
Heh, horror movies are just... movies, in my eyes. Movies with an interesting plot, sometimes with no plot at all, but either way, just movies. Fake blood, fake severed limbs, dummies and wires. Well I would like to feel genuine emotion past the basic happiness-sadness thing. The only emotions I can specifically feel are anger and revenge, and a protective fire that surpasses anyone I've met so far. The odd thing is, that when I'm working in the world of my imagination, that which will never exist, I can understand the deeper feelings of those I've only felt on occasion, or have never felt at all. Sometimes I come to wish I were that character, despite the things I'm putting them through.
Indeed. Since it would be invisible, being under a nail or among the hair itself.
Heh, yep. Even though I could spazz out, I was very level headed, and tended to look out for others with their grades or homework, even though I never bothered or cared about my own. Ah I don't know about that far back, but if I was never an old soul, I always felt like an odd one out. I have a fascination for the Old Latin language, and foreign countries. Ancient China or Japan being most prevelant among my favorites. Eh, I was the scapegoat really mostly for my boyfriend and a group "war" among two groups of friends...It was never fun.
Fake it may be, but it still looks real to me. And I'm sure you've felt more than just anger, revenge, happiness and sadness. And I've heard of that before. My boyfriend tends to say things about wanting to be his character in the mmo he plays online. I've occasionally wanted to be one of my story characters though, even if I did tend to fuck them over.
I never bothered with homework. I figured I would fail out or drop out, so I just helped others with their homework, especially in places I was good at like English Literature, sometimes cooking class paperwork, history. I know that, reading of the mid and late 1800s (not quite in the United States), I would fit in very well there. So I just go there in my mind, and on Echo Bazaar, a web game. I've never derived much of an interest in the ancient aspect of places, though that is oddly changing as of late. Ah, I see. Since I had only a few friends, those I have now being those I had then, it was mostly my family who batted me around as a means for their annoyance and what they do to themselves.
Well I'm sure I have, but what I do feel is a bit diluted nowadays. Oh? Yet he speaks ill of RPing? I doubt they could be much apart, especially since I play RPGs and MMOs, sometimes. I made only two instances in which I'm a main character in a story, one from the blog you read earlier and another for the Grammar Nazi story, though myself and two online friends are the main characters despite my solo writing of its storyline. I have one particular character, who cannot die (I may have spoken of him before) who I love to think up new ways to kill him. Other call me cruel. I find it's rather innovative and interesting.
Heh. School for me had gotten to the point of being pathetic. The teachers didn't care about actually doing their jobs, and the other stucents always made it harder for the ones who actually wanted to learn. I did have one teacher, an english teacher, in front of the whole class, remark that she did not have to grade our work until she felt like it, because she had a life. I heard that and just said fuck it, I'm done doing the work. Ah, well I have a fascination for history, not completely "Ancient" history, but all history. I was pleased when I got to go on a field trip to Germany in my freshman year. Some of the places we visited were just amazing, and the architecture tended to render me speechless. As for the friends, some were the not-quite close friends, and some were "friends" I had and spoke to in class or in the halls or in the mornings/ during lunch. Most of the time though I was bouncing back and forth between listening to my then-boyfriend act oh so immature before the next time when he'd turn his back on me and to all the people we knew, he'd tell them that I was the one that broke up with him and that I was nothing more than a lying whore. All of which was untrue. But it was him or someone I thought was my best friend, someone who I had thought understood the pain and darkness inside of me. Instead he was nothing more than a lying, controlling ass, who would use the things I cared about most to get what he wanted. For a while I had let him control me, but he had created a problem between me and another girl, who I had felt was my best friend as well, and he chose her over me when I found out I couldn't hang out with her anymore by orders from her mother. It ripped me apart inside, but it also made me realize that as long as I was in that school, I had no friends. I think thats around when I hit a block on writing my story, since many of the background characters had been based off of these people I thought I knew and were friends with.
But it wasn't just those two I had to deal with. I did also get smacked around by my family, and at one point the combined stress of the school and home drove me to seeking help from my local fire station before I broke a promise to a friend and hurt myself. That supplied quite a few scene ideas, and I wrote it all out to help me.
But yeah I don't know why he has issues with roleplay since he plays his mmo's, though how much of it is really roleplay I don't know. Perfect World International isn't like most where you get the option to either be on the "evil" spectrum or the "good" spectrum. You do a few kill mob quests, level skills, kill more mobs, level the cultivation so that when you hit level 90, you can decide if you want to go sage or demon, which affects only the performance of your skills. Yea you've mentioned him before, and really thats not cruel. If you're an immortal character, dying almost becomes a game. Like which new method might actually stick this time. I would be surprised though if he didn't have a few scars from the different attempts.
Ah, sounds a lot like my school. We had police there every day, just to make sure peace was at least halfway kept, and the teachers were useless. The only one I really liked was a young one, he taught the history class and there were only a few other kids in the class, so it was the only one that was quiet. That, and he was a teacher who was not afraid to throw something at you when you stopped listening. Although I earned my friends, rather than made them. One I protected, his being small was a major target for bullying. One I got to help me with problems of my own, for his intelligence, the one who owns the house we live in now. One I met through a rumor and fight, and after that we have been inseparable, and another I met out of high school. I've never gone anywhere past the northern border of North America, but the southern border and beyond was wide open to me before now. Forget about field trips, I was never allowed to go as my parents were... less than kind. Still, I learned which friends were real and which would screw me over very quickly, since in the beginning I was a little too trusting and would give anyone a thousand chances. I was slowly killing myself in the start, before I gave my own promise to my partner that I would stop. It was nearly impossible, with living with the devil and his demon spawned wife, but I go to the ends of the earth to keep my promises. I have no family, in reality. Those friends I made when I was younger, sharing both good and bad times in all of our lives, they became my family. I started writing before I was ten years old, my only escape from that Hell of a house and life itself, before finally escaping and finding this, what is so much better now. So much better than this life has ever been, save for an instant when I was seventeen. I suppose the only good thing about that life is the escape writing offered me, the ability to create everything that I could never have, and live it through my imagination. Anything to escape, anything to just lose my mind for a while. It's also why some of my characters killed their parents after torturing them for at least a month.
I took a look at Perfect World. Looked rather interesting, but I have a few games already I like focusing on, and ones like that I'm not really into. I actually play Left 4 Dead a lot, and, regardless of any absence of what others call 'dorkiness' I play FATE, and the Sims 3 and a couple of the Sims 2. Ah, but I thought about adding the scarred image to him. But if I did, his skin would probably be completely black. Seeing as he has been shot, stabbed, gutted, poisoned, drowned, crushed, impaled, burned, beheaded, strangled, has fallen from great heights, electrocuted, has killed himself probably a thousand or more times... So really, when he is 'killed', his skin reconstructs just as the rest of his body does, leaving no scars. Unless, of course, he is cut or stabbed without being killed, then of course it leaves a scar. Though in the times he has been tortured, his injuries were healed enough to leave scars by the time he was killed and revived.
Well, my high school never had police. Never needed it. I had to suffer going to school with the rich bitch society. And for the few friends, I had and kept...Well, some remembered me from elementary school as the scary creepy person, and then in middle school, I was the one that would reach over and bop ya upside the head if you did something wrong. But I did tend to be over-protective of my friends, so very often I had moments where one of my friends would come up and complain about someone picking on them and I'd go kick shins or ass cheeks. It was kind of funny, but I had started mellowing out. I didn't really kick people, just my then-boyfriend. I, scarily for them, did start hugging them more often. And they would also read lots of my poems, and we would spend mornings or lunches sitting in a group talking about what I was doing so far in building my story.
I did get a most interesting idea out of one of my more meek friends. She somehow had the thought of what would happen if, say my main were to have a magical master-servant bond with a vampire, if he animated her during her sleep and made her kill people that were opposing him, and not just the person or people, but their families too, and torturing all of them. Then later assign her the task of "catching" the killer, not realizing she was getting nightmares of the things she'd done.
Ahhh I haven't been able to play any kind of sims on my laptop and I want to. I remember though I would play it on my gamecube, and much to everyone elses disagreement, I tended to take the preset families and kill them off by sticking them into a tiny "house" with a fireplace and watch them all burn. I found it amusing sometimes. FATE I haven't really heard of. And that would make sense on why he wouldn't have a plethora of scars.
Oh we had to have at least four cars, either sheriffs or state police, sometimes both. There were no rich kids at all in our school, not in the least. So the kids were all low class and ready to fight at the least little thing. I was one of the many who fought every day, but since it was such a regular occurrence and really, the parents could care less as well as the teachers, if no real damage was done, the kids were just sent back off to class. I was the silent, glaring one in my school, even early on, and it scared my younger classmates before I got to middle and high school, where there I was met by a few people who saw past the uneven hair, pale skin and black clothes. Made me believe I could trust them enough to call them 'friends'. And that really worked out in the end. I just stopped going to that hellhole of a school when I was seventeen, and finally left the hell away from hell to live with two friends and my partner, and went to work. Oh, and hugging? I'm not much of a hugger. Not that it stops others from coming up behind me and clasping on so I cannot even move. Shocks me, for some reason. Still, these people I live with now are my helpers when writing. Even though I need no help, they really boost my idea level.
Ahh, I do love the sound of that idea! I'm not about to steal it, you can trust me in that, but I do like the sound of that idea.
I love my Sims 3. It's on the main computer, which right now is being used so I cannot go to bring the game up. I tend to play out story ideas via Sims, and in one instance, I had to make two main Sims enemies and kill one of them, so I just put that Sim in a tiny room outside with a bed and chair, and let her starve to death. Thus her spirit comes to be, completing the plot of the family storyline I was working out. Daren Snow is actually my first Sim from the third game, and I still have him. Leveled him up in all the skills, got about ten million simoleons without cheats, and he owns the entire town. Ah, and is a vampire, and immortal from a potion that rendered him unable to age, thus completing the entire idea of Daren Snow himself. Except the cat. I need that Pets expansion to add his black cat to the household. Anyway, FATE is not a well known game. It's a little old, really. A dungeon-crawler game, actually. Yes, the scar thing is a little much, as he would not be nice to look at or really imagine, seeing as he is a writing character, along with my most-used character, and the one who tells the stories of Snow Island.