Beautiful People - Darven

In last week's post I was talking about how I’m working on developing my two main character for my novel, More Green than Envy, for this year’s NaNoWriMo. Last week I did a Beautiful People for my elf, Leiden. This week I’m doing the same for my other MC, Darven Morshar.

Darven is just about as opposite from Leiden as a person can get. He’s a recluse fellow, not having much to do with people. He gets easily annoyed (especially with overly energetic, talkative people. . .like Leiden *cough*). His life hasn’t been an easy one, making it where he doesn’t trust easily. Poor Darven has a lot to work out.

~Darven Morshar~

Do they have any habits, annoying or otherwise?
Is ignoring people considered a habit? Because he does that an awful lot. He tends to zone out a lot into deep thought and block out everything else around him, especially when everything around him is getting on his nerves.
Sometimes when you ask him a question he’ll just stare at you without answering for the longest, making for a very uncomfortable moment. The reason for this is he is a deep thinker and doesn’t like to answer anything until he’s given it long consideration, but for the other person it’s awfully awkward.

What is their backstory and how does it affect them now?
Darven was raised in a shabby, unhappy home with a temperamental father, an older sister that basically had nothing to do with him, and a sickly mother. As a result, he was left to fend for himself most of the time. When he was 13 years old, his mother, the only one that really cared for him, died from her illness. Soon after, some men mysteriously murdered his father and burned down their house (who they are and why they did that is still a mystery to Darven). His sister fled without him and he was taken in by a harsh dwarf whom his father worked for. His family was in debt to this blacksmith dwarf and being as how Darven was the only one left, he had to work to pay off that debt. He was the blacksmith’s assistant for 7 years before the dwarf sent him on his way. Darven wandered for a bit before learning a king of another kingdom was in need of a blacksmith. It was the only thing Darven really liked doing, and he was good at it too, so he managed to snag the job. He’s been living quietly as the royal blacksmith for a few years now when, to his great surprise, a dragon chose him as its rider. (That got long, sorry.)
Darven’s past affects him a lot. Having a hard home life, losing his family tragically, and then working for the dwarf who was pretty abusive, turned his heart cold. It has made it hard for him to trust easily. He’s learned to rely on himself only since his childhood and that’s a hard habit to shake for him.

How do they show love?
Show love? Darven? Ehehehe. He. . .doesn’t? Okay, okay, so he did love his mother an awful lot and he does get better as his story unfolds. Still, he’s a quiet guy and showing love is hard for him. A nod of approval is about all you’re going to get from him. But if someone he cares about is in danger he will practically fight to his death to get them back. Currently though, he doesn’t really have anyone he cares about. Not yet anyway. Hee.

How competitive are they?
Darven has a very “I don’t care” attitude. Frankly, I don’t think he gives a thought about being better than anyone else. He lives only to survive, worrying about competing against other people isn’t exactly high on his caring list.

What do they think about when nothing else is going on?
He ponders the events of his past during almost every quiet minute of his life. He still wonders who those men were that killed his father and why. His mother fills his thoughts a good deal as well And, though he’d never admit it, he thinks about his sister a lot because the fact that she abandoned him bothers him, though he tries to convince himself it doesn’t.

Do they have an accent?
Mmm. . . Not really. I imagine him with a pretty normal American-type voice. Kind of a deep tone.

What is their station in life?
He was a peasant but now, as formerly mentioned, he’s the royal blacksmith. Er. . .no, not now. Now technically he’s a dragon rider which is a step above a knight. So he’s moved pretty far up in the world.

What do others expect from them?
Being as how he tries his best to keep to himself, others don’t expect much of him. The King expects the finest weaponry from him I suppose because he has always produced the best. He has a knack for weapon making and never disappoints. Other than that, I think people know not to expect too much from him.

Where were they born, and when?
He was born in a village just outside a large city on the northeast side of the world (it’s a made up world, but that’s pretty obvious). The land he lived in never did have a good reputation for the most. . .erm, respectable of folks. A pretty dangerous, shady place to be raised. When? Uh. . .25 years ago. He’s 25 so. . .yeah. *shrugs*

How do they feel about people in general?
Hahahaha. I think I’ve answered this one multiple times already. He does not like people. He wishes people would leave him alone. That sums it up pretty well. Eheh.

Yeppers, that’s Darven for you. A bit different from Leiden, wouldn’t you say? They’re going to make quite the pair when they’re thrust together on a perilous adventure. *rubs hands together wickedly* I quite look forward to it.

Beautiful People - Leiden

NaNoWriMo is approaching, people! Like… almost 3 weeks away approaching! *gasp*

Currently I’m working on planning my NaNo novel, More Green than Envy (or trying, it’s kind of been a crazy week). In preparation I’m working on my two main characters. I think I write better when I know my characters pretty well. So, one of the best ways to discover one’s characters is Beautiful People. It always helps so much!

Today I’m doing Leiden Irethen. Leiden is a young, male elf with far too much energy. He’s the jester of the group and a just all around fun guy. I really look forward to writing his story.

To the questions!

~Leiden Irethen~

What is their biggest accomplishment?
Leiden’s younger life was. . .unpleasant, to say the least. He was enslaved by a group of dark elves for a few years. I’d say his biggest accomplishment was making it through that horrible time and still clinging to his faith and hope. He never gave up. He promised himself he’d hold through and return to his mother one day and he did it.

What is one of their strongest childhood memories?
The day the dark elves took him. His father resisted and so the dark elves killed him, hurt Leiden’s mother, and then took Leiden away. Not a happy memory, no, but definitely his most vivid one.

What is their favorite food?
Probably anything sweet he can get his hands on. Leiden likes his sugar. I don’t think it matters what it is, just that it has enough sugar to put him in a sugar coma. *wink*

Do they believe in love at first sight?
Oh, I think Leiden is very much a romantic. I have no doubt that he does.

What kind of home do they live in?
Leiden lives in a small, wooden house with his mother in a quant little elven village. Nothing fancy, but they love it. They’ve always been poor, so they’re quite content with what they can get.

What do they like to wear?
As just mentioned, Leiden has never had much in the way of money. He usually just wears plain clothes—trousers, tunics, the usual medieval-type apparel. Just something comfortable, he’s not picky at all when it comes to clothing.

What would they do if they discovered they were dying?
Firstly he’d be sure to tell his mother he loves her. After his father’s death and his own enslavement, he and his mother have been nearly inseparable. They’re all each other has and lean heavily on one another. He’d also tell her to always cling on to hope. It’s the only thing that has kept him going. As long as he could do this, I think he’d be content with dying and forever being in the arms of his Creator.

What kind of holidays, or traditions do they celebrate?
I’m bad about not really putting holidays into my made up worlds. They’re always on these huge adventures and I just don’t think about it. Whoops. Umm. . .as far as traditions, each year on the day Leiden’s father died, he and his mother go out and plant a new tree. His father loved trees and its their was of commemorating him. (I won’t tell you I just made that up on the spot. This is why I love Beautiful People, it makes me think about these things.)

What do your other characters have to say about them?
Bouncy! Like I mentioned earlier, Leiden has a lot of energy. People refer to him as a bouncy fella. As for other things, I think it would depend on the person. Nicer people say he’s very kind and funny and all around likable. More disagreeable people claim his overly talkative, super energetic self annoying. (Like his dragon rider partner. *cough, cough*) But really, his excessively happy self is actually his defense to block away all the turmoil inside him. He’s had a pretty tragic life and he has to do something to keep himself going, so he keeps a happy attitude. We can’t blame him for that, can we?

If they could change one thing in their world, what would it be?
Only one thing? He would want to change a lot! His biggest thing is that he thinks the innocent need to be more protected. After getting captured by dark elves and seeing other children go through the same trauma he did, he wants nothing more than for no other child to suffer. I think more defense in the southern areas of his world (which are more dangerous than northern places) is what he’d want the most.

So that’s my Leiden! I kind of love ‘im to death! I look forward to writing about him this November.

Next week we shall meet his dragon rider partner and the other MC of More Green than Envy, Darven. Until then! *waves*

To Which I Celebrate

*Passes around cookies and cupcakes*

What am I celebrating exactly? FREEDOM!!!!!

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Okay, sort of but not exactly.

In truth, I’m celebrating the end of EDITING. Yes, editing. I’ve mentioned my endeavor of the terrifying world of editing here for the past few months I believe. And, at last, I am DONE. Which makes me feel free.

Secrets of Camelot is the book I’ve been editing. And I say editing but, honestly, there was probably a good deal more rewriting than editing during the process. *shudders* This book is the first in a series called Legends, Thieves, and Dragons which is about, you guessed it, legends, thieves, and *le gasp* dragons! I have yet to start the second book. . .one thing at a time, yes? We’ll see what next year brings. For now I’m just beyond relieved to have Secrets of Camelot at least a little readable, enough for my beta readers anyway.

This book came into being in March of 2011 and the first draft made it to “The End” by August of that year if I remember right. I think deep down I always knew someday I’d write an Arthurian Legend story. The legend has always fascinated this medieval lover. Who isn’t in wonder at the tales of the Knights of the Round Table or the Holy Grail or the Once and Future King? I get excited just thinking about it! Being a writer, my own rendition of the stories was bound to pop up eventually. And so Secrets of Camelot was born.

After it was written I left it alone for a while, but I loved the story so much I knew I’d come back to it. When this year rolled around I decided it was time to return. The problem was. . .the story needed WORK. Lots of it. It seems I’ve advanced as a writer a good deal since the day that book was written. Oh, all the flaws! Makes me shudder just thinking about it. But I couldn’t give it up. I want this story to be told. It feels as though it’s wrapped around my heart, there to stay. So, with a deep breath, I delved into the world of editing/rewriting, something I’ve feared for a very long time.

I’d love to say it went smoothly but. . .well. . .it was a challenge. BUT being one who has cowered at even the mention of rewrites for far too many years to count, I was pleasantly surprised to find I could actually do it. Challenging though it was, it wasn’t impossible. I feel like I’ve stepped into a new phase of my writing. Because, let’s face it, if one is to be a writer one must learn to edit and rewrite. And now I’ve proven to myself I am capable of it, as much as I dislike it. Heh.

For the majority of the year I’ve steadily worked on editing Secrets of Camelot, and last Saturday night (Sep. 28th) I put the last few finishing touches on it. And then I did a little leap for joy. I was FINISHED. For a while it felt like I would never be done. But now I am and it feels liberating!

Now, honestly, I’m not sure how great the book is. I fear the pacing is off, it’s too slow, and perhaps not as exciting as it should be. It’s hard for me to judge though. I’ve just spent too much time with it. For now I’m just going to step back from it for a while. If later I feel the need to do another rewrite (meep) then so be it. But I’ve done what I can for the time being and I’m just happy with that.

So what’s next? NANOWRIMO!!!!!!! Now that I’m finally done with Secrets of Camelot, I am free to start plotting for NaNo. And boy am I excited. When fall starts rolling around it always gets me wired up for NaNo in November. October is my NaNo prepping month and I’m already swelling up with anticipation to start outlining and getting ready. Be prepared for a lot of NaNo talk for the next couple of months. Hope you guys don’t mind! *grins*

But for today before delving into new things I’m celebrating the completeness of old ones.

And for fun, here’s a little snippet from Secrets of Camelot for you since I’ve been rambling about it so much.

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With a lunge to the side, Arthur avoided his opponent's blade by inches. He swiftly turned around and thrust his own sword. His rival blocked, making their weapons strike with a clang. The blades scraped loudly together as they pulled apart. The challenger sent a slash at Arthur's abdomen, who managed to jump backwards in time before it sliced.

For a moment the contenders halted, studying one another through the slits in their helmets, weighing their options. Arthur nearly lost his footing when his opponent charged unexpectedly. He managed to regain himself though and meet him halfway; they clashed blades once more.

His rival slashed ruthlessly, keeping him on the defensive. Arthur began backing slowly, holding up his sword to block the oncoming blows. As one came striking towards his neck, he ducked and rolled on the ground. He jumped up behind the competitor and slashed. Unfortunately, the combatant turned around in time to block. He pushed Arthur back and took the offensive role once more.

Arthur breathed heavily as the adversary slashed mercilessly, pressing him farther and farther back. When he thought he finally had an opening, he slashed his blade towards his opponent's ankles. It was a mistake. The challenger leaped up, causing Arthur's blade to slide across empty air, unbalancing him. His opponent took advantage of this, giving Arthur a hefty push against the chest wish his boot. Arthur's balance failed him completely and he crumpled to the ground on his back. Before he could even move, the tip of the enemy's blade was pointed at his neck.

"Match!" Both duelers turned their heads to find a knight holding up his hands. "Lancelot is the victor," he called.

The rival pulled away his blade and instead held out a hand towards the Prince. Arthur grabbed it and let the person haul him back to his feet.

Arthur's opponent chuckled goodheartedly as he pulled off his helmet revealing a head of dark hair, short and mussed. The tall male's large blue eyes glanced over at Arthur with mischief. "I thought you almost had me for a minute there."

Arthur slipped off his own helmet, sweat dripping off the ends of his hair. He shrugged. "You're a tough opponent to beat."

"I wouldn't be so sure. Don't forget you bested me yesterday."

"Those are very rare occasions."

"You are improving, Arthur," a new voice interrupted as a strong hand clasped Arthur's shoulder.

Arthur looked up beside him to see Sir Ector, one of the greatest knights in Camelot and Arthur's trainer since he could hold up a blade. "I'm trying, sir. But I doubt I'll ever be able to match Lancelot's skill."

Sir Ector gave his shoulder a tight squeeze. "You must remember Lancelot has two years of training above yours. Your skill still surpasses any I've seen for someone of only fifteen. I daresay you'll have outdone Lancelot in only a matter of a few years."

"Always glad to see your full confidence in my potential, Sir Ector," Lancelot said dryly.

Sir Ector snatched at the young man and locked his head under his arm, mussing Lancelot's hair with his other hand. Lancelot cried out and flailed his arms in attempt to get free. Laughing heartily, Sir Ector let him loose. He smiled at both the boys as he settled. "You both have a talent I have not seen in a long time and it is my honor to be your instructor."

Arthur smiled softly while Lancelot let out a wide, gleaming grin.

"Now then," the knight clasped his hands together. "I believe that is plenty of training today, boys. We'll resume same time in the morrow. Lancelot, get those swords put away if you will. And your armor looks like it could use a good polishing."

"Yes, sir." As Sir Ector walked away, Lancelot gave Arthur an amused grin. "He always has something for me to do."

"I heard that!" the knight shouted over his shoulder.

Embracing the Fall

Hot Summer days are slowly being swept up by the wind. The green of leaves are transforming into vibrant oranges and reds. Gloves, scarves, and boots are being donned. Pies are baking, pumpkins are being picked, hot drinks are brewing. There’s a curious smell of excitement in the air, mystery. And with a sudden expectant thrill, one realizes: Autumn is coming.

Fall is the best! Slowly, but surely, these miserably hot days are working their way towards crisp, cool air, and what a thrill it gives me!

I had a very pleasant summer. I finished writing a book, got a lot of editing done, swam a good bit, and just had an all around nice, lazy time. But when fall approaches, that laziness in me packs its bags and is replaced by an invigorated readiness to DO. A whole new sense of life awakens inside me. Perhaps it’s the invigorating cool air. Whatever it is, I absolutely love fall!

Whether you’re curled up in your favorite spot sipping on hot cider reading a book or out jumping in the fallen leaves, autumn has it all.

I plan on fully embracing this next month, filling it with lattes and boots and scarves and opened windows and pictures of the changing leaves and blankets and books. I’m going to take my laptop outside with a latte in hand and plan my novel for NaNoWriMo. And I’m just going to ENJOY this beautiful coming season God has blessed us with.

Embracing the fall with vigor!

Homeschool Tag

Jessa Bri, over at her blog Freckled Adventures, is doing a homeschool tag! I highly recommend you go on over and check out her delightful blog, she’s a fantabulous person. And if you are/were homeschooled join on in with the fun tag! Having been homeschooled all my schooling days I could not help but do it myself.

Rules:
1. You must be currently enrolled in homeschool or a homeschool graduate.
2. Answer all the questions in a blog post of your own.
3. Comment here on my blog to let me know you have done a post.

Questions:

Are you currently enrolled in homeschool or are you graduated? This oldie here has been graduated since 2010. On the one hand, it’s nice to be done; on the other hand, I kind of miss my schooling days.

What is (or was) your favorite school subject? English/Grammar without a doubt! Always the best part of the day. Ironically though, I wouldn’t say I’m all that great with grammar. But I still loved it. And, strangely, I’ve always rather liked Math.

Do (did) you usually finish school before lunch? Oh, there were plenty of days I did, especially in the early years, but as later years came on there was way too much to do to get done anywhere near lunch. Plus it doesn’t help that I’m not exactly an early riser. Eheh.

Do (did) you get a recess? We were certainly allowed recesses, but being the weird person I am I rarely allowed myself breaks. I just wanted to get it done. Then I could have all the recess I want, right?

Snow days? Snow? What is that? In all seriousness, snow is so rare here, when it did snow we most certainly took off from school! Snow is greatly celebrated in my part of the world, even just a few snowflakes. XD

What subject(s) do (did) you get the best grades in? Math.

Are (were) you one of those students who follows (followed) a schedule, gets (got) all your assignments done on time, and does (did) the optional activities? Or do (did) you not really care how and what gets (got) done? Oh, I’m absolutely a schedule follower. I’m a bit OCD when it comes to schedules (okay, I’m a bit OCD in general). I always did each subject in a certain order everyday, usually the hardest first to get it over with and so it would get easier as the day progressed. I also hated procrastinating when it came to school so I usually got everything done on time. After graduating I seemed to have formed into a procrastinator though. . .whoops. Procrastinating is a trait of a writer though, so it’s not my fault. *grins* Anyways, optional activities? Mmm. . .I didn’t really do those much. I actually was one of those crazies who kinda liked school, but when one sees the word “optional” one usually translates it to “not necessary”. Or is that just me? *cough*

This was fun reminiscing my school days. Thanks for the neat tag, Jessa Bri!

Pic taken on my final day of school.