Friday, August 8, 2014

Beautiful People: August

Beautiful People is back.  Skye has posted the August questions.  I am answering the questions for 3 characters from my Secret Project.  Here it goes:

"If your horse says no, you either asked the wrong question, or asked the question wrong."  ~Pat Parelli
HERO From Secret Project:
1) What does your character regret the most in their life?
     The years he spent mourning for and hating his father.
2) What is your character's happiest memory? Most sorrowful memory?
     Happiest: horseback riding with his father
     Most sorrowful: his father leaving him 
3) What majorly gets on your character’s nerves?
     Tedious rambling from other people
     Nosy people
     Bossy people
4) Do they act differently when they're around people as opposed to being alone? If so, how?
     Alone he is quiet and, if something has triggered a memory of his father, then he is tormented by all the same questions that tormented him when his father left.  He tries to occupy his mind on other things.
     Alone with his horse, he is content.  He is firm in his demands, but gentle and understanding, too.  And, especially with Dimino, he is focused on the excitement at hand.
     With a trusted servant, he is almost comradly.  He has never quite accepted the love shown to him by the servants (and so believes himself unloved), but he permits the swordmaster and old Peter at the stables to speak to him more freely.
     With the public, he is mostly charming.
5) What are their beliefs and superstitions? (Examples: their religion or lack of one, conspiracy theories, throwing salt, fear of black cats.)
     He has almost come to believe that love does not exist and that the displays of "love" are merely persuasive tools to get one's way.
6) What are their catchphrases, or things they say frequently?
     (I don't know this about him, yet)
7) Would they be more prone to facing fears or running from them?
     First of all, you must understand that danger is not a fear.  So he does not run from danger.
     His true fears are hearing the truth from his father.  It is something he inwardly runs from, but he has also reached a point when he is almost ready to stop running.  So he flirts with the confrontation in this story.
8) Do they have a good self image?
     This is a funny question to answer.  He is well aware that he is incredibly desirable as a catch for any girl and that  every man seeking power will pursue a relationship with him.  In this sense, he has a very high opinion of himself.
     But, on the flip side, he knows (or believes) that all of those people are only after him for his good looks, power, and wealth.  None of them, as far as he can see, actually care about HIM.  There's no love lost.  And because he doesn't believe anyone actually cares about HIM, he does not have a good self-image.
     Make sense?
9) Do they turn to people when they're upset, or do they isolate themselves?
     He turns to his horse and they ride over speeds and obstacles that would frighten any other pair.
10) If they were standing next to you would it make you laugh or cry?
     Honestly, I would be so shocked I would do neither.  And then I would probably introduce myself (leaving off the part that I am his author).

Red roses - transplanted from my friend's garden. Planted along the back yard side fence and a couple in the moss rock gardens.  Total: 6.
HEROINE from Secret Project:
1) What does your character regret the most in their life?
     That she couldn't stop Lord Ives.
2) What is your character's happiest memory? Most sorrowful memory?
      Happiest: her life has been a series of happy memories, all of them revolving around the garden and books and her father
     Most sorrowful: seeing the dogkeeper die and his family leave
3) What majorly gets on your character’s nerves?
     People who have no consideration for other people.  No matter what your station in life, you can reach out to help others.
4) Do they act differently when they're around people as opposed to being alone? If so, how?
     She tends to be quiet when she first meets someone so she can observe them.  But other than that, she is just herself. 
     As a note, she is faced with a few situations in the book where she meets new people but has not the luxury of observation before speaking.
5) What are their beliefs and superstitions? (Examples: their religion or lack of one, conspiracy theories, throwing salt, fear of black cats.)
     She believes in God and what He has done for us.
     She believes in her father's love.
     She believes that everybody should give and receive love.
6) What are their catchphrases, or things they say frequently?
     (I don't know this about her, yet)
7) Would they be more prone to facing fears or running from them?
     Oh, she would much rather run from them, but sometimes her love for others forces her to face her fears.
8) Do they have a good self image?
     Yes, she does.  She is very comfortable in her father's love for her, and her small world includes other servants on Lord Ives' estate who also love her.
     She is extremely beautiful, sweet, good, and caring, but that does not make up her self-image as much as does the fact that she is loved.
9) Do they turn to people when they're upset, or do they isolate themselves?
     She turns to people.  Her father has always been there for her (until this story), so she is used to turning to him with all her problems.
10) If they were standing next to you would it make you laugh or cry?
     I would probably laugh for joy, introduce myself (again, leaving out the fact that I am the author), and then we would talk and be friends.


DECELLUS from my Secret Project:
1) What does your character regret the most in their life?
      He wishes the war in his country had gone differently.  Maybe if he had done something a little bit differently, he would still be home with his family and friends.  Now, he doesn't think about it so much, but that regret was present with him for many years.
2) What is your character's happiest memory? Most sorrowful memory?
     There was a girl he liked when he was a boy.  He still remembers one day when the two of them wandered around the cliffs overlooking the sea and talked about their plans for their future.  That was before the war and his happiest memory, although it is a little bittersweet to him now.
     As for the most sorrowful, it was after the last battle of the war.  Decellus was still a very young man.  I will show it to you:
     "How many men have we lost?" Captain Gallus asked wearily, sinking onto the bench by the map table.  Decellus raised his head to study the captain's face, admiring the heroic self-sacrifice he saw there.
     No one seemed eager to answer the captain's question, and Decellus looked out through the tent flap, watching wounded men staggering under the weight of worse-wounded men, carrying them to the relative safety of the camp.
     A shadow fell over the tent opening, and the flap was quickly pulled back to admit Darias, Decellus' uncle.  His bulky frame filled the tent door, blocking any hopeful rays of sunlight, and Decellus instinctively drew back.
     "It's over," Darias said, his voice full of bitterness and defeat. 
     Those two words hung heavily in the air, and one-by-one the leaders in the tent dropped their eyes.
     "We will fight again," Decellus interrupted, standing to his feet.  He looked from his uncle to the captain, angered by the dispair he saw on their faces.  "In the end, we will win."
     "This is the end," Darias said, his tone irritable, stalking into the room and standing over the map table with a gloomy air.
     "You are young," Captain Gallus said, gently.  "Heaven bless you for the persistence of youth...but we have nothing left to fight with.  Your uncle is right.  It's over."
     A quick step outside drew their attention to the door, and they all looked up in time to see the tent flap yanked open.  Sunlight flooded in, harsh and glaring, as a panicked youth ran into their midst. 
     "The rebels are on their way!  We have to get out of here!" the boy announced, his breath coming in quick ragged gasps.  "They have sworn to hunt every last one of us down and make an example of us!"
     Captain Gallus was on his feet in an instant.  "We'll have to scatter.  In a matter of minutes, it will be 'every man for himself,'" he said.  Quickly, he pulled the map from the table, rolling it with a practiced hand.
      Decellus turned to his uncle, but Darias stared emptily into space.  His eyes were wide with fear, as though he could no longer see the tent walls but gazed instead into a horrifying future.
     "Uncle?" Decellus asked.
     "Our dynasty -- collapsed.  Our homes -- gone.  Our name -- dragged into the dust," he murmured.  He stirred himself, looking up at Decellus.  "You will have to run, boy.  Run far!  Or die."  He pushed away from the table and plodded wearily into the back room of the tent.
     "Wrap my map in oilskin, Decellus," Captain Gallus ordered.  "Tie it onto my horse for me.  Then you should get as far away from here as you can.  I will speak to the men."
     Decellus did as the captain ordered.  Soon the remnant of their army would be disbanded, fleeing in every direction.  It was almost inconceivable.  Three years before, they had set out on a simple mission to crush a band of rebels.  Now the tables were turned.  They themselves had been crushed.
     Decellus could hear bits and pieces of the captain's speech to the men as Decellus tied the map onto his captain's horse.  Then he ducked back inside the tent to say fairwell to his uncle.
     A low gutteral groan and the thump of a heavy weight hitting dirt reached his ears as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.  Decellus' heart leaped into his throat and then sank to his stomach.  He ran across the room, knocking over the map table in his haste, and dashed into the back room, afraid of what he would find there.
      Darias lay on the floor, both hands clutching a dagger.  The other end of the dagger was embedded deep in center of his stomach, surrounded by a rapidly expanding circle of red.  Decellus dove across the room, landing on his knees by his uncle's side.  But it was too late...already his uncle's eyes had glazed over with the look of death. 
     The war truly was over.  If not because their force was inferior then because their force had lost hope.  There was nothing left to do but run.
3) What majorly gets on your character’s nerves?
     It's hard to say.  He has grown so skilled at hiding his irritation, that people rarely see what gets on his nerves.
4) Do they act differently when they're around people as opposed to being alone? If so, how?
     No.
5) What are their beliefs and superstitions? (Examples: their religion or lack of one, conspiracy theories, throwing salt, fear of black cats.)
     Decellus believes that he owes his life to the one who saved it and redeemed it.
6) What are their catchphrases, or things they say frequently?
     (I don't know this about him, yet)
7) Would they be more prone to facing fears or running from them?
     You be the judge: he is fearless in battle and fearless in Leramay, but he has never gone back to his home country.
8) Do they have a good self image?
     He thinks it best not to think too much about self-image.  Seems pointless.  Anyone, spending enough time looking at themselves will find things to like and to dislike.
      He knows that he is capable, knowledgeable, and a good fighter.  If he lost everything he has, it would not put him in a panic.  He would just start over.  But he also knows he would be dead now if it had not been for the king of Leramay. 
9) Do they turn to people when they're upset, or do they isolate themselves?
     Isolate.
10) If they were standing next to you would it make you laugh or cry?
     I think I would be a little bit in awe of him.  Every now and again, he says something that makes me chuckle.  But mostly I would just be really glad to meet him (and only speak to him if he spoke to me).

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