Post by Nef Derath on Jul 5, 2011 6:40:16 GMT -5
Okay, kids, I've taken some time to dig through some of the old stuff and build a thread to tell you how to know when you're just not doing anything remotely resembling appropriate character creation.
Here are a couple examples of how to absolutely fuck everything into oblivion and find yourself at the event horizon of a shithole.
If you crank out anything like this on purpose and think it's a good idea, then you are clearly eating metric cocksucking fucktons of Wheaties designed exclusively to make you a BAD WRITER. Seriously, this is like shitting a brick made of half-cocked cliches directly into everyone's brains.
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::TITLE:: Wind Walker
::QUOTE:: "I'm going where the wind takes me, I can care less where you go" - Sepher
::THEME:: "I don’t care" - Apocalyptica
::NAME:: Sepher Lockheart.
::NICKNAMES:: Seph
::OCCUPATION:: Pretending to be a student.. Sometimes a teacher.. Depends on his mood
::AGE:: 29
::HEIGHT::5’7
::WEIGHT::120
::HAIR COLOR:: sandy brown.
::EYE COLOR:: Red
::CULTURAL DISTINCTION:: Sev
::PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION/PICTURE/SPRITE::
::MAGICAL ADEPTATION:: Wind
::OVERALL MAGIC RATING:: 7
::SPECIAL SKILLS:: One of the greatest Escape Artist. He uses his magic to make the bonds fit loosely on his wrists, uses the air to unlock the doors.
::SPECIAL ABILITIES:: Bodily Expansion by making himself appear bigger then he really is, able to breathe underwater by reusing air in his lungs. Able to whisper into some ones ear when he is no where to be seen by using the air molecules to carry his voice.
::PERSONALITY:: Tries to be a smooth person with girls, when that doesn’t work he just walks away with his thumbs in his pockets whistling a tune his wife always whistled. Very lay back now since the “dark times” are over with.
::::FLAWS/DEFECTS:: a thief, if you can call him that. Doesn't care about much with relationships that doesn't involve him. tells the blunt truth about every thing he sees.
::LIKES:: Drinking, Laying back, having a good time.
::DISLIKES:: People that hurt the innocents.
::ASPIRATIONS:: continue to live happy, if he could ever get that happy again.
::FAMILY:: Wife (dead) Daughter (dead) Daughter (dead)
::EQUIPMENT:: none
::RECENT EVENTS:: Been on the run for awhile, wonder if anyone would spot me if I stayed at this school in the woods?
::HISTORY::Sepher was like any other boy. Raised up to be a sailor and a good man for a wife someday. That is something that Sepher really did not care for. When he was old, enough he would get into trouble. All the times he would steal, he would always get caught. He would wait until no one was looking then would run home. He kept using his magic to help him discover new ways to escape whatever bonds he was confined. Soon he discovered he could use the wind to unlock doors if he concentrated hard enough.
This would go on until Sepher hit twenty. He became highly skill at escaping from whatever bounds he had. Sepher got tired of this type of life so he became a sailor. He loved the ocean winds and wanted to be with them. He was a sailor for a year when he came across a girl that knocked him for a loop every time he saw her. It took him two months to summon the courage to ask her out. Once they started dating it took three months before he knocked her up and had to marry her.
Even he would have to say that marrying her was the best thing ever. They were hardly apart, even after they had their second daughter. He would leave only to make money by sailing, then come back and stay with her until he had to go make money again.
When he got back to the house after a run to the ocean, his wife and kids were on the ground bleeding. The wounds were fresh because his wife was still breathing. He cradled her in his arms as she looked at him, her last words was his name. Sepher lost it then, he destroyed everything in his house. He gave his wife, kids the proper funeral, and then burned his house down. He spent the next seven years drinking and doing whatever drugs he could find.
For the first two years after his family's death, he ended up in different prisons all over. Each time they locked him up by the next morning he would be gone to another town. Sepher did not care if he could die or not. To him his life was already dead; he just wanted to catch up.
After four years of his family’s death, he stayed in prison for a year. He wanted to get sober, wanted to grieve for his lost. He figured the safest place to do that was behind bars. One day he over heard the guards talking about sending him to the pit over all of his success at breaking out of jail. The next morning he unlocked his cell door and took off.
He stayed on the run for three years hoping no one would find him. Every now and then, he would stop in at a pub to drink his sorrows away. Grieving was tough for Seph, each day in prison; each day on the run was rack with guilt. He blamed himself for their deaths. If he was there at the house, he could have saved them all.
One day some people wanted to pick a fight with Seph. He did not care much now again. He was back to being a drunk. There were four against one and they kicked the Darkness out of him and left him for dead in the ocean.
There he lay floating for four days wishing someone, or something, would come and finish it. After a couple of days, he saw is wife walking on the water and kneeling down beside him. She told him not to give up because The 4 always has a plan and it was not his time to go yet.
The next thing Sepher knew was he was back in town. Someone saw him floating there and dragged him on deck. He caught a terrible virus that made him see things for he was talking to someone that was not there. To this day, he swears it was his wife telling him not to give up on his life. To go and try to be happy again doing whatever it was to make him happy. From that day on, he called those days “The dark times” and made a vow not to be like that again.
Still being hounded, Sepher decided to hit the road to see what was out there in life. He messed up seven years of his life all because he thought life was done; he knew that it just started up again. The four gave him a second chance and he used it everyday. Who knows maybe one day he finally found a person that knocked him for a loop again.
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::TITLE:: Silent Scream
::QUOTE:: Everyday I have to work on my emotions so I don't kill anyone
::THEME:: "Unwritten-Natasha Bedingfield"
::NAME:: Morgan Teta
::NICKNAMES:: none
::OCCUPATION:: Student
::AGE:: 19
::HEIGHT:: 5'3
::WEIGHT:: 97lbs
::HAIR COLOR:: Teal
::EYE COLOR:: Sea blue
::CULTURAL DISTINCTION:: Sev
::PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION/PICTURE/SPRITE::
::MAGICAL ADEPTATION:: Water adept
::OVERALL MAGIC RATING::
::SPECIAL SKILLS:: Dancing, Singing
::SPECIAL ABILITIES:: Able to make water shows by making water people and having them dance to music. (can only do this if she is happy)
::PERSONALITY::I Hate it when people stare at my chest instead of looking me in the eyes. I try my hardest to be calm and kind to people. It's hard to control my powers when I get emotions so I try to leave people alone when it happens
::FLAWS/DEFECTS:: I need to be emotionless and sometimes that makes me look cold and uncaring. Very keen on how I look, must look good for people.
::LIKES:: Dancing, Bathing, Singing, Daddy
::DISLIKES:: Dirt, People talking to her chest, Daddy
::ASPIRATIONS::To get her powers under control by controlling her emotions
::FAMILY:: Father (dead, drownded) Mother (dead, drownded) Sister (missing)
::EQUIPMENT::None
::RECENT EVENTS::Need to find a safe pace to learn to control my powers
::HISTORY:: I had a typical childhood leading up to my teen years. I was born into the world with a lovely Mother, caring Daddy, and an older Sister. My earliest memory was of my dad holding me on his shoulders while we all walked through the woods. I was laughing then as I reached for the falling leafs. It is a joyful memory that I keep close to my heart… sometimes with out my Daddy in it. As a young girl, I would play games with my sister out in the yard or the forest behind our house. Mother and I would learn what a woman should do when I got old enough to make someone happy. My Daddy would buy me jewelry every time he had the money for it
When I hit puberty, I gained the ability to control water. I was the first one ever in my bloodline to become an elemental adept. With being the first, there were many questions on if my daddy was my daddy or not.
I loved him nonetheless; he always treated me with the up most love he could manage. He showed me even more love when it was nighttime, or when we were alone. He said it was a special way of showing love. I was stupid to believe that was how you showed love, but again I was young and dumb.
I started to develop into a woman when I was ten. When the boys took notice of me they would talk to my chest instead of looking me in the eye. Daddy was the only one that would look at my eyes and told me how beautiful they were. When I hit thirteen my hair changed to teal. I was confused when my eyes stayed the same color as the sea.
Many sailors seemed to adore me, I think it was because I reminded them of their times on the seas. It was weird when daddy and I would walk into the fish market. They would tease me about how I looked like I fell into seaweed and it dyed my hair this color. I would hold closer and closer to daddy hoping he would make it all go away.
Daddy made me take special care of my skin everyday. He made me bath my skin in milk three times a day. He told me it made me look beautiful each time I stepped out of the tub. By the time, I was eighteen I come to realize what he was doing. He was turning me into his plaything. I became angry with him for doing this to me, but I still loved him because he was my father. One morning he was drinking in front of the whole family at dinner. He reached down and started touching me. I tried my best not to draw attention to myself.
He kept it up for five minutes before I had a mental breakdown and screamed. Mother and Daddy both had water in their mouths when I screamed. They both hit the ground and started shaking. The shaking stopped after five minutes then neither of them would move afterwards. I started crying and screaming, it took ten minutes for my sister to pass out after saying her body felt hot. I ran away from home hoping that no one would know what would happen.
Ever since then my emotions controlled what I was able to do with my element. I knew of a school through stories that helped. I just hope I could control my emotions enough not to hurt them. Despite my greatest attempts, I still Take care of my skin as Daddy told me to. I guess it is something to take my mind off all that has happened to me.
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In conclusion, take these examples to heart, and avoid finding yourself spinning off into the void of senility.
Here are a couple examples of how to absolutely fuck everything into oblivion and find yourself at the event horizon of a shithole.
If you crank out anything like this on purpose and think it's a good idea, then you are clearly eating metric cocksucking fucktons of Wheaties designed exclusively to make you a BAD WRITER. Seriously, this is like shitting a brick made of half-cocked cliches directly into everyone's brains.
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::TITLE:: Wind Walker
::QUOTE:: "I'm going where the wind takes me, I can care less where you go" - Sepher
::THEME:: "I don’t care" - Apocalyptica
::NAME:: Sepher Lockheart.
::NICKNAMES:: Seph
::OCCUPATION:: Pretending to be a student.. Sometimes a teacher.. Depends on his mood
::AGE:: 29
::HEIGHT::5’7
::WEIGHT::120
::HAIR COLOR:: sandy brown.
::EYE COLOR:: Red
::CULTURAL DISTINCTION:: Sev
::PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION/PICTURE/SPRITE::
::MAGICAL ADEPTATION:: Wind
::OVERALL MAGIC RATING:: 7
::SPECIAL SKILLS:: One of the greatest Escape Artist. He uses his magic to make the bonds fit loosely on his wrists, uses the air to unlock the doors.
::SPECIAL ABILITIES:: Bodily Expansion by making himself appear bigger then he really is, able to breathe underwater by reusing air in his lungs. Able to whisper into some ones ear when he is no where to be seen by using the air molecules to carry his voice.
::PERSONALITY:: Tries to be a smooth person with girls, when that doesn’t work he just walks away with his thumbs in his pockets whistling a tune his wife always whistled. Very lay back now since the “dark times” are over with.
::::FLAWS/DEFECTS:: a thief, if you can call him that. Doesn't care about much with relationships that doesn't involve him. tells the blunt truth about every thing he sees.
::LIKES:: Drinking, Laying back, having a good time.
::DISLIKES:: People that hurt the innocents.
::ASPIRATIONS:: continue to live happy, if he could ever get that happy again.
::FAMILY:: Wife (dead) Daughter (dead) Daughter (dead)
::EQUIPMENT:: none
::RECENT EVENTS:: Been on the run for awhile, wonder if anyone would spot me if I stayed at this school in the woods?
::HISTORY::Sepher was like any other boy. Raised up to be a sailor and a good man for a wife someday. That is something that Sepher really did not care for. When he was old, enough he would get into trouble. All the times he would steal, he would always get caught. He would wait until no one was looking then would run home. He kept using his magic to help him discover new ways to escape whatever bonds he was confined. Soon he discovered he could use the wind to unlock doors if he concentrated hard enough.
This would go on until Sepher hit twenty. He became highly skill at escaping from whatever bounds he had. Sepher got tired of this type of life so he became a sailor. He loved the ocean winds and wanted to be with them. He was a sailor for a year when he came across a girl that knocked him for a loop every time he saw her. It took him two months to summon the courage to ask her out. Once they started dating it took three months before he knocked her up and had to marry her.
Even he would have to say that marrying her was the best thing ever. They were hardly apart, even after they had their second daughter. He would leave only to make money by sailing, then come back and stay with her until he had to go make money again.
When he got back to the house after a run to the ocean, his wife and kids were on the ground bleeding. The wounds were fresh because his wife was still breathing. He cradled her in his arms as she looked at him, her last words was his name. Sepher lost it then, he destroyed everything in his house. He gave his wife, kids the proper funeral, and then burned his house down. He spent the next seven years drinking and doing whatever drugs he could find.
For the first two years after his family's death, he ended up in different prisons all over. Each time they locked him up by the next morning he would be gone to another town. Sepher did not care if he could die or not. To him his life was already dead; he just wanted to catch up.
After four years of his family’s death, he stayed in prison for a year. He wanted to get sober, wanted to grieve for his lost. He figured the safest place to do that was behind bars. One day he over heard the guards talking about sending him to the pit over all of his success at breaking out of jail. The next morning he unlocked his cell door and took off.
He stayed on the run for three years hoping no one would find him. Every now and then, he would stop in at a pub to drink his sorrows away. Grieving was tough for Seph, each day in prison; each day on the run was rack with guilt. He blamed himself for their deaths. If he was there at the house, he could have saved them all.
One day some people wanted to pick a fight with Seph. He did not care much now again. He was back to being a drunk. There were four against one and they kicked the Darkness out of him and left him for dead in the ocean.
There he lay floating for four days wishing someone, or something, would come and finish it. After a couple of days, he saw is wife walking on the water and kneeling down beside him. She told him not to give up because The 4 always has a plan and it was not his time to go yet.
The next thing Sepher knew was he was back in town. Someone saw him floating there and dragged him on deck. He caught a terrible virus that made him see things for he was talking to someone that was not there. To this day, he swears it was his wife telling him not to give up on his life. To go and try to be happy again doing whatever it was to make him happy. From that day on, he called those days “The dark times” and made a vow not to be like that again.
Still being hounded, Sepher decided to hit the road to see what was out there in life. He messed up seven years of his life all because he thought life was done; he knew that it just started up again. The four gave him a second chance and he used it everyday. Who knows maybe one day he finally found a person that knocked him for a loop again.
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::TITLE:: Silent Scream
::QUOTE:: Everyday I have to work on my emotions so I don't kill anyone
::THEME:: "Unwritten-Natasha Bedingfield"
::NAME:: Morgan Teta
::NICKNAMES:: none
::OCCUPATION:: Student
::AGE:: 19
::HEIGHT:: 5'3
::WEIGHT:: 97lbs
::HAIR COLOR:: Teal
::EYE COLOR:: Sea blue
::CULTURAL DISTINCTION:: Sev
::PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION/PICTURE/SPRITE::
::MAGICAL ADEPTATION:: Water adept
::OVERALL MAGIC RATING::
::SPECIAL SKILLS:: Dancing, Singing
::SPECIAL ABILITIES:: Able to make water shows by making water people and having them dance to music. (can only do this if she is happy)
::PERSONALITY::I Hate it when people stare at my chest instead of looking me in the eyes. I try my hardest to be calm and kind to people. It's hard to control my powers when I get emotions so I try to leave people alone when it happens
::FLAWS/DEFECTS:: I need to be emotionless and sometimes that makes me look cold and uncaring. Very keen on how I look, must look good for people.
::LIKES:: Dancing, Bathing, Singing, Daddy
::DISLIKES:: Dirt, People talking to her chest, Daddy
::ASPIRATIONS::To get her powers under control by controlling her emotions
::FAMILY:: Father (dead, drownded) Mother (dead, drownded) Sister (missing)
::EQUIPMENT::None
::RECENT EVENTS::Need to find a safe pace to learn to control my powers
::HISTORY:: I had a typical childhood leading up to my teen years. I was born into the world with a lovely Mother, caring Daddy, and an older Sister. My earliest memory was of my dad holding me on his shoulders while we all walked through the woods. I was laughing then as I reached for the falling leafs. It is a joyful memory that I keep close to my heart… sometimes with out my Daddy in it. As a young girl, I would play games with my sister out in the yard or the forest behind our house. Mother and I would learn what a woman should do when I got old enough to make someone happy. My Daddy would buy me jewelry every time he had the money for it
When I hit puberty, I gained the ability to control water. I was the first one ever in my bloodline to become an elemental adept. With being the first, there were many questions on if my daddy was my daddy or not.
I loved him nonetheless; he always treated me with the up most love he could manage. He showed me even more love when it was nighttime, or when we were alone. He said it was a special way of showing love. I was stupid to believe that was how you showed love, but again I was young and dumb.
I started to develop into a woman when I was ten. When the boys took notice of me they would talk to my chest instead of looking me in the eye. Daddy was the only one that would look at my eyes and told me how beautiful they were. When I hit thirteen my hair changed to teal. I was confused when my eyes stayed the same color as the sea.
Many sailors seemed to adore me, I think it was because I reminded them of their times on the seas. It was weird when daddy and I would walk into the fish market. They would tease me about how I looked like I fell into seaweed and it dyed my hair this color. I would hold closer and closer to daddy hoping he would make it all go away.
Daddy made me take special care of my skin everyday. He made me bath my skin in milk three times a day. He told me it made me look beautiful each time I stepped out of the tub. By the time, I was eighteen I come to realize what he was doing. He was turning me into his plaything. I became angry with him for doing this to me, but I still loved him because he was my father. One morning he was drinking in front of the whole family at dinner. He reached down and started touching me. I tried my best not to draw attention to myself.
He kept it up for five minutes before I had a mental breakdown and screamed. Mother and Daddy both had water in their mouths when I screamed. They both hit the ground and started shaking. The shaking stopped after five minutes then neither of them would move afterwards. I started crying and screaming, it took ten minutes for my sister to pass out after saying her body felt hot. I ran away from home hoping that no one would know what would happen.
Ever since then my emotions controlled what I was able to do with my element. I knew of a school through stories that helped. I just hope I could control my emotions enough not to hurt them. Despite my greatest attempts, I still Take care of my skin as Daddy told me to. I guess it is something to take my mind off all that has happened to me.
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In conclusion, take these examples to heart, and avoid finding yourself spinning off into the void of senility.