All right, all RIGHT--

[taennyn]

Nicked from klgaffney (who got it from tsuki_no_bara), merditha, darthneko, larathia, billradish, and now dreamscribe:

name a character and I'll tell you something entirely random about him/her that may or may not ever make it into the story. (lemmings. All of us. I swear.)



(and also from klgaffney: ask me anything about my stories and/or writing process:* inspiration, process, what the hell was i thinking, etc. no limit on questions, just ask away.

feel free to ask world-building questions if you so desire.)

Comments

[larathia.livejournal.com]

Aodh! (and dante if i can get two)

[youraugustine.livejournal.com]

Isael. :)

[taennyn]

For a very long time when he was younger he was more comfortable sleeping in the secret passageways in the ceilings than he was in the beds at home; he considers this a side effect of watching a few too many horror movies late at night when he was in his teens. There are probably still the remains of pillows and blanket-nests in there, assuming the mice haven't taken over completely.

Dante feels that in some respects his life has been very boring--he's never intentionally tried halluciogens (there was a minor chocolate incident four or five centuries ago that yielded monoploy game pieces that took you to Wonderland), he's never gone and played Tag with a wild hunt.
He'll be six hundred and forty eight in July. He used to make a year-bead at the summer solstice.

[taennyn]

He kind of resents that the dead are better remembered and known than the living.

He's survived three major wars and has hazy memories of one and a half of them.

He hates whole-grain breads. He'd much rather help a miller run a grindstone for an afternoon than go to a grocery store and buy a few pounds of machine ground and sifted. He can identify and pick stones out of grain without having to think about it.

He gets adopted by people. He's really kind of o.O about this.

[youraugustine.livejournal.com]

He gets adopted by people.

Like diminuative Grandmother Fox's. ;)

[taennyn]

Actually, examples under consideration were said miller, the family cook, Conall . . . but the reaction is appropriate. :) "O.o . . . why?"

[cryptess.livejournal.com]

This is a sign of me just waking up and not having the gumption to like, check for a website link or something.

Q. Where can I find this writingey goodness? If they're only available in person, I'll bring fudge.

[taennyn]

Mmm . . there's much more character babble than there are written out stories (though I keep meaning to change that and get off my butt and actually write for a while). One apologises.

[cryptess.livejournal.com]

That's ok! Development is just as important as the content writing. Skipping development usually means inconsistency and lack of plot. So this bodes well for the eventual stories. :)

[taennyn]

*laughs* You're very flattering.

[klgaffney.livejournal.com]

the morrighan.

...and since i find her shiny even from rumour and secondhand observation, i figured i might as well go with the questions too: where'd she come from? is she dead on celtic myth, or a mirror/shift/aspect/other/whathaveyou? what does she want, anyway? *flails* ahem. there's probably more. i'll wait for you to answer those first. *beam*

part the first

[taennyn]

She has--she feels--an absurd liking for shoes. Especially the ones that make her feet look even smaller than they actually are (and considering that she's maybe four foot eleven in flats without her hair spiked . . .) or have decorations that make you do double takes.
She feels no personal conflict in being sworn to *thinks* three people, while being lovers with a fourth.
She has a thing for tall blonds.
She can fight in full victorian dress (including corset). The fact that she doesn't have to anymore is glee inducing.

part the second

[taennyn]

Hmmmn. Depends on how you look at it; there are actually two The Morrigans. The death, and the goddess. From all I've read, the goddess is dead on celtic myth in her Aspect.

The death, now . . She was Apprenticed-death--which means that another death came along, had a shiny moment, and trained her in the aspect, then gave her/let her handle a weapon that had been used for taking people's souls for a few centuries. (I actually suspect that her teacher didn't realise she was female for some time; he found her getting involved in tavern brawls on a regular basis)

About a hundred years after she'd been made a death, she tracked down the goddess, in Ireland, and offered Her a deal. Worship, dedicated deaths in battle, in exchange for protection and the occasional warning. So the goddess doesn't fade as fast as she would if she had v. few or no worshippers, and the death's survived seven hundred some years of chasing the battle shiny. It's worked out very well for them.

What does she want? . . I'm not sure anyone--including her--really knows. She doesn't show more of an agenda than 'ooooh, shiny, can I fight it?'--which has made whole generations of other deaths' hindbrains go *flail!*.
She can get away with this 'cause of Eduard De'Ath--who is a Machiavellian and does plan and plot and use people like chesspieces. She's a weapon, she knows it, she accepts it, and then goes out and attacks things for the glee of it.

[taennyn]

*adds* He's superstitous. Haaaaates the number thirteen.

[billradish.livejournal.com]

Gabriel. I told you this already. =P

...I still get occasional pokes from the back of the brain offering concept-images of your writing process from the inside. I'll pass on that bit, and ask instead how the stories feel to you, after they've had a few years to settle in. Current conception held against what you remember of the original.

[taennyn]

He got in a fight with a pet cockatiel once. . . Well, technically the cat perched on his shoulder started the fight, but by the time the fight ended everyone was involved, will they or nil they.
He knows wine language, and keeps a wine celler, but he doesn't drink wine unless it's accompanying something else.
He survived a russian style vodka tasting without a hangover.


Your milage may vary. Mirages, once it became Story instead of writing exercise . . the plot hasn't changed at all--this event follows that event which is fallout from this--but the level of detail and depth of the story varied.

A story is a pattern, a framework; the older the story--or the more work it's had done on it--the deeper the level of weaving, the more details there are in the weaving. So events, plot twists don't change, but the depth of fallout from them may.

[darthneko.livejournal.com]

Since 'Ri already got tagged - Eduard De'Ath, please. ^_^

[taennyn]

Hmmmn.

He's actually the younger of the two (I'm not sure how easy that would be to tell from outside, especially after that sixty-year interval).
He's never been bitten by the wandering bug--and occasionally he wonders what it'd be like. His brother and the munchkin seem to enjoy it, after all.
His handwriting when he was a kid was awful. Sumeric chickenscratch awful.

[josephgreen.livejournal.com]

Lady Tanith, please? As we've tended to rather use her as one of the boogeymen to keep our young ones from roaming...

[taennyn]

*grins*

She likes Godsmack. She'll tune engines to the bass beat, and then test them in the air with the same music.

She gets really bitchy when one of her planes fails a test and she has to eject, Shift, and fly home with the plane in her claws. Especially since the other people who use her hangers don't actually know she's a dragon.

She's really fond of maps.

Her normal human form is a five foot ten Chinese woman with three and a hair feet of straight black hair. She can hold up the hair with a pair of bass-boosted headphones and a white bandanna.

Her combat boots have crosshatches on the soles.