It's started
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sorcyressOh god, it's started.
See, the people in my head that are usually around --Gabe, Alis, Hyde, Zaph, Bernard, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern-- are not the only beings that roam around in my head. No, with enough coaxing, I can draw out all manner of charecters from old novels and half written stories.
For some reason, sometimes I want to talk to charecters. Nothing else to do, usually.
Well.
NaNoWriMo is next month. People talk about how you should be planning your book and learning about the charecters and the world and whatnot. I wound up sketching a femme-as-all-hell mechanic girl in my notesbook last night, gave her a name, and the teeniest bit of personality.
I decided to talk to her today, to get a feel for her. I knew that she was an important charecter, but not the main charecter.
Well. I just met the main charecter. And I'm not sure she's going to leave me alone. >.<
Soyeah. Meet Lavy and Mo.
Lavy is the mechanic. She's not really quite as femme as she seems, but she's learned that men will pay big money to get their machines fixed at a shop where the receptionist is a pretty little thang with her face made up with both lipstick and oil smears. She's a damn fine mechanic, which keeps the customers coming back with other things for her to fix, and solong as she doesn't let anyone in back to realize that Mr. Dilly doesn't actually exist, her scam works perfectly.
As she put it to me when I was asking about her "I'm not damn good at being feminine, I'm damn good at being a con-artist."
Fullname: Lavender Blue (Yes, she had rediculous parents. Yes, she hates "that song")
Age: 26ish
Job: Claims to be a receptionist, is a mechanic.
Looks: Slender, about 5'6'' or so, really really fluffy hair that's currently dyed light blue (but may become some other pastel colour before I even get to the writing part of this years WriMo) sweet eyes, big pouty lips, usually very sweet and smiley.
Mo is...uhm...shit.
A criminal? A con-artist? Not quite. The phrase she uses is "True Anarchist". Think Tyler Durden without the soap and with a plane.
Basically, Mo is filthy rich. She claims she's the wealthiest person on the planet, ever since her parents died and left her a massive inheritence. She may not be the richest, but she does have enough money to do pretty much anything she wants. And yes, she's killed someone (apparently he started it by killing her daughter, I don't know! Having people charecterize themselves in your head is confusing!) and, by the judacious use of bribes, didn't even have to make an appearence in court to prove her innocence.
Mo does things when the will takes her, but she's not very organized about it. Her husband left her five or six years before her parents died, and her daughter was murdered, so Mo's general outlook on life is that the family inheritence ends with her and she intends to spend every cent of it. She would do a better job of spending it if she could focus on actually getting things done, but she tends to leave things half finished for months at a time.
Mo legally does not exist, for much the same reason that she's filthy rich. She claims that both facts are because her family used to rule the earth, before they sold it out to the assorted countries (something about aliens...I don't know, apparently human's aren't natural to the earth and the solar system was manufactured to appear much older then it actually is...According to Mo, the planet didn't exist until about the civil war. Everything before then is an elaborate, hoax-story, implanted into the common conciousness of all the humans who settled on the planet) She also claims that the reason the US is so in debt was because of how much work her family needed to do to create that much space for them to live in.
Mo is a little bit crazy. She's almost certainly the main charecter of my story, her and her plane.
Fullname: Moira Danae Beta (Yes, her lastname is a tribute to Narbonic.)
Age: 38 (Daughter was born when Mo was 30, murdered when Mo was 36, inheritence was gained when Mo was 34/35ish)
Job: Her current favourite thing to do is to leave a phenomanally large amount of money unattended somewhere and see who picks it up. If they bring it to some sort of lost and found, she never bothers claiming it and lets the person take it home. If they keep it, she ruins their life. Because she thinks it's entertaining, that's why. Because, as she points out, that money could be a ransom to keep a baby alive, that money could be someones life savings, that money could be anything. If you take it home, you're scum. Don't ask me, she's friggin' nuts.
Looks: I don't actually know yet. We haven't really gotten that far. She has a good portion of her clothes custom made though, because she can.
She also points out that I should add that, because she doesn't exist (No true birth record or SS#...loads of fake ones, of course), no one realizes quite how filthy rich she is. Which is why she doesn't bother with bodyguards or much of anything, really.
Lavy and Mo met each other...somehow. Lavy calls Mo boss, since Mo was the one who originally bought Lavy the mechanics shop and got her set-up. In return, Lavy has to fix Mo's plane, for free, anytime it needs maintenence or Mo thinks something is wrong.
Lavy is probably Mo's best friend at this point, though it's hard to tell. Because Lavy has built her career on letting other people make assumptions, she doesn't bother asking Mo questions and possibly learning something she really doesn't care to know. Which kinda makes sense, I guess.
So I have charecters and a setting. 16 days to find a plot...
~Sor
MOOP!
((Using the 2006 WriMo icon because I haven't gotten the 07 one yet. Will fix)))
See, the people in my head that are usually around --Gabe, Alis, Hyde, Zaph, Bernard, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern-- are not the only beings that roam around in my head. No, with enough coaxing, I can draw out all manner of charecters from old novels and half written stories.
For some reason, sometimes I want to talk to charecters. Nothing else to do, usually.
Well.
NaNoWriMo is next month. People talk about how you should be planning your book and learning about the charecters and the world and whatnot. I wound up sketching a femme-as-all-hell mechanic girl in my notesbook last night, gave her a name, and the teeniest bit of personality.
I decided to talk to her today, to get a feel for her. I knew that she was an important charecter, but not the main charecter.
Well. I just met the main charecter. And I'm not sure she's going to leave me alone. >.<
Soyeah. Meet Lavy and Mo.
Lavy is the mechanic. She's not really quite as femme as she seems, but she's learned that men will pay big money to get their machines fixed at a shop where the receptionist is a pretty little thang with her face made up with both lipstick and oil smears. She's a damn fine mechanic, which keeps the customers coming back with other things for her to fix, and solong as she doesn't let anyone in back to realize that Mr. Dilly doesn't actually exist, her scam works perfectly.
As she put it to me when I was asking about her "I'm not damn good at being feminine, I'm damn good at being a con-artist."
Fullname: Lavender Blue (Yes, she had rediculous parents. Yes, she hates "that song")
Age: 26ish
Job: Claims to be a receptionist, is a mechanic.
Looks: Slender, about 5'6'' or so, really really fluffy hair that's currently dyed light blue (but may become some other pastel colour before I even get to the writing part of this years WriMo) sweet eyes, big pouty lips, usually very sweet and smiley.
Mo is...uhm...shit.
A criminal? A con-artist? Not quite. The phrase she uses is "True Anarchist". Think Tyler Durden without the soap and with a plane.
Basically, Mo is filthy rich. She claims she's the wealthiest person on the planet, ever since her parents died and left her a massive inheritence. She may not be the richest, but she does have enough money to do pretty much anything she wants. And yes, she's killed someone (apparently he started it by killing her daughter, I don't know! Having people charecterize themselves in your head is confusing!) and, by the judacious use of bribes, didn't even have to make an appearence in court to prove her innocence.
Mo does things when the will takes her, but she's not very organized about it. Her husband left her five or six years before her parents died, and her daughter was murdered, so Mo's general outlook on life is that the family inheritence ends with her and she intends to spend every cent of it. She would do a better job of spending it if she could focus on actually getting things done, but she tends to leave things half finished for months at a time.
Mo legally does not exist, for much the same reason that she's filthy rich. She claims that both facts are because her family used to rule the earth, before they sold it out to the assorted countries (something about aliens...I don't know, apparently human's aren't natural to the earth and the solar system was manufactured to appear much older then it actually is...According to Mo, the planet didn't exist until about the civil war. Everything before then is an elaborate, hoax-story, implanted into the common conciousness of all the humans who settled on the planet) She also claims that the reason the US is so in debt was because of how much work her family needed to do to create that much space for them to live in.
Mo is a little bit crazy. She's almost certainly the main charecter of my story, her and her plane.
Fullname: Moira Danae Beta (Yes, her lastname is a tribute to Narbonic.)
Age: 38 (Daughter was born when Mo was 30, murdered when Mo was 36, inheritence was gained when Mo was 34/35ish)
Job: Her current favourite thing to do is to leave a phenomanally large amount of money unattended somewhere and see who picks it up. If they bring it to some sort of lost and found, she never bothers claiming it and lets the person take it home. If they keep it, she ruins their life. Because she thinks it's entertaining, that's why. Because, as she points out, that money could be a ransom to keep a baby alive, that money could be someones life savings, that money could be anything. If you take it home, you're scum. Don't ask me, she's friggin' nuts.
Looks: I don't actually know yet. We haven't really gotten that far. She has a good portion of her clothes custom made though, because she can.
She also points out that I should add that, because she doesn't exist (No true birth record or SS#...loads of fake ones, of course), no one realizes quite how filthy rich she is. Which is why she doesn't bother with bodyguards or much of anything, really.
Lavy and Mo met each other...somehow. Lavy calls Mo boss, since Mo was the one who originally bought Lavy the mechanics shop and got her set-up. In return, Lavy has to fix Mo's plane, for free, anytime it needs maintenence or Mo thinks something is wrong.
Lavy is probably Mo's best friend at this point, though it's hard to tell. Because Lavy has built her career on letting other people make assumptions, she doesn't bother asking Mo questions and possibly learning something she really doesn't care to know. Which kinda makes sense, I guess.
So I have charecters and a setting. 16 days to find a plot...
~Sor
MOOP!
((Using the 2006 WriMo icon because I haven't gotten the 07 one yet. Will fix)))