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This best describes Caldor…


Caldor has become the type of person best describe as having a stick up his arse. He’s a great character, set in his ways… and has little time for those of little intelligence. He has very few friends, and those friend’s he does have can put up with his belittling.

Caldor everyone! XD

Quote: Character’s Souls


This popped up on my Pinterest feed today, and I thought it would be nice to share it because it really resonates with what I try to do for my characters.

When I’m reading I honestly don’t care what the character looks like. That isn’t what I’m reading the book for. I don’t care if their have blond(e), black, brown, red, or green hair. I don’t care if they have dark or light skin. I don’t care what clothes they wear or how they style themselves.

What really captures me is how they handle situations and act around other characters. I want to know them as they are, by what they say or do. Are they the first to stand up when someone his getting hurt? Are they the one’s throwing the punches? Are they the one’s being beaten down? And, if so, why?

Characters become real to us if we can see qualities of ourselves in them, or qualities we see in people around us in these characters. We want to follow them on their adventure and in a way, be in their shoes.

Reactions, choices, conversations, inner thoughts – these are all important things to consider when building a character. Not what shoes should they wear, and colour shirt should they put on.

People want to read about a person, not a manikin.

Character question: Intro or Extro?


Caldor is an introvert. He rather would spend time alone in his room, with a book, away from all the stupid people that happens to be in the world.

Foe is an extrovert. Get that man a pint and he will make friends with everyone.

Liora is an ambivert. She loves her alone time but enjoys time with other people.

Character Question: Fear


Caldor fears the unknown. It is one reason he is so obsessed with finding the answers, he never wants to be left with questions.

Foe fears what will happen to Charn if his son dies and if such an event happens, what will happen to Derm?

Charn fears losing his son before he has lived a full and meaningful life.

Liora fears she’s losing her mind because of all the images she continues to see and nightmares she has of her home.

Pellar fears it’s his fault Liora gets taken.

Talia’s fears are unknown.

Bruce fears making Talia angry.

Marcia fears what will become of her husband if the prince dies, as whatever happens Foe will no doubt be affected.

Druce is a baby… he fears what he doesn’t understand at the moment.

Character Question: Your character in one sentence

one sentence

I love this questions because it makes you look at your characters and try to think of their complexity in a simple way. Most times you can go on and on about your characters as if they are your best friend. After all you know everything there is to know about them, you created them. Sometimes, though, it is harder to simplify a complicated character into one sentence.

To show you I just didn’t make this for you to do, I willing made a list of sentences each describing my characters from P6’s first book. 😛


Caldor is use to a particular lifestyle, but isn’t afraid of being outside his comfort zone.

Foe is a family man, and the most loyal friend anyone could ask for.

Liora is young but has potential to change the world.

Charn is a good father, although his harshness towards others doesn’t make you think so.

Pellar is best described as over-dramatic.

Talia is an opportunist.

Bruce can’t make his own choices and therefore is usually told what to do.

Marcia tries her best to balance both work and home.

Druce is a happy child and his eyes shine with intelligence.

Vesper is a gryphon… she does bird lion things… (Best description ever!)

Dialogue Prompt: You Look Just as Lost


Clara sat folding her hands in prayer as she knelt at the pew in the hospital chapel. There had been little news about her father since they had arrived. The doctors had been running around in a panic as the nurses had little to say about the situation.

All she knew was her father’s heart gave way but they had been able to stabilize him.

For how long? She had wondered, as she felt tears roll down her face. She had wanted to know more. The doctors should have told her what they were doing. What tests they were going to run, or what medicines they were putting him on.

No one remembered she was even there. It had been hours since she have wandered into the chapel, and it had been hours she had spent kneeling, praying for some sort of news. For all she knew her father could have died and no one was telling her.

Rogersford had been called; at least that request had been followed. He was spending his time dealing with the press, trying to keep this recent event under control.

Bless him for taking on such a challenge. Clara thought, drawing in a deep breath while she peered up at the statue of the Goddess Sirphan. She looked so peaceful with her hands folded in prayer. My father is in the Goddess’s care now, I should try and stop worrying.

How could she do such a thing? Her father was sick; it was her part to worry and to pray.

Closing her eyes, she lay her head down against the neck of the pew in front of her. The wood was cool against her forehead. She was so tired but she couldn’t rest, not with the image of her father’s attack still fresh in her mind.

There came a creak from the door to the chapel followed by heavy footsteps. Her head shot up as she spotted a man wrapped in a heavy wool jacket. His stripped scarf draped loose around his neck while he tried to light his pipe with a wooden match he had pulled out of his left pant pocket. His orange hair was frazzled as heavy bags rested under his eyes.

He looked to have had a similar restless night.

He yawned, stretching his arms out before glancing in her direction. He looked at her surprised, like he hadn’t been expecting anyone to be in the chapel. The morning light danced colourfully across the stone floor through the stain glass like a rainbow, as he quickly ran his hands through his messy hair.

“No need to make yourself presentable in my presence.” Clara chimed, standing from her place near the pews. “You look just as lost as I am.”

“Lost may be a good word for it.” Henry muttered, taking a long drag from his pipe. The smoky taste calmed his nerves as he tucked the used match in his pocket. No one usually came to the chapel, and those that did were usually patients. This woman though looked too well dressed to be from one of the wards. “Are you waiting for someone?”

“A doctor, actually.” Clara answered, sitting down on the bench folding her hands. “I’m waiting on news about my father.”

“You’ll be waiting a while then, the doctors are short staffed at the moment.” Henry replied, taking his pipe out of his mouth. He glanced at the woman who glowed in the light that shone through the windows. Her hair a glistening amber, as her pale face showed her worry.

“Are you a doctor?” Clara asked.

The man smirked. He was well dressed like a doctor, and as worn from lack of sleep. It was possible he had just come off a long shift and was finally having a moment to himself.

“No, I’m like you. Praying for a sick friend, hoping to the Gods he gets back on his feet.” She noticed his brow knot after he spoke, as if what he had said was in bad taste. “We all seem to be waiting for something.”

He quickly shook his head and continued to bite the end of his pipe.

“I guess.” Clara sighed, smiling at his words. She glanced at him, as he bowed his head. He looked to be leaving her be, as he tucked his pipe back into his jacket pocket before leaving the room. “I’ll pray for your friend.”

He paused at the door, as he turned to glance at the woman again. Her words were genuine, a rare thing in such a time. A stranger was willing to pray for someone they didn’t even know; maybe there was some good in the world after all.

“I will do the same for your father.” Henry nodded again, as he left the room. He closed the door before pausing to see Franklin walking towards him.

Why had he left Gregory alone? Was that the best thing after what had happened?

“He’s sedated.” Franklin grumbled, fixing his tie and adjusting his hair. “Now onto my other patient.”

Henry watched while Gregory’s mentor opened the door to the chapel. What were the chances the same doctor was tending to that woman’s father and his best friend? He watched Franklin close the chapel door behind him, only allowing Henry a moment’s glimpse to see the woman again.

Maybe her prayers would be answered and hopefully so would his.

Character Question: Happy


Caldor becomes happy when he finds answers to questions that have been bugging him. He also becomes happy when he drinks enough berry wine… or when Liora gets complimented for being so smart. Although the last one is more pride, as he feels responsible for Liora’s education and skills.

Foe is happy when he is with his wife and child. No matter what mood he is in Marcia and Druce can always bring a smile to his face. He also is happy when he isn’t having to clean up after Charn, and can have some time to himself.

Marcia is happy when she knows Foe is safe, and also when Foe is happy. She becomes happy when her child develops well, or when her patients get well. Marcia will also become happy when she watches Liora and Druce play in the courtyard, or fall asleep reading books in the girl’s room.

Druce is three, everything makes him laugh or smile… except jesters. Druce hates jesters.

Pellar is tricky. He probably is happy when he makes money, but he may also be happy to have someone willing to listen to his crazy ideas.

Liora is happy when she had successfully helped someone or when someone asks for her help. Liora also is happy when she discovers she isn’t the only one to survive Morza… but that’s another story. 😛


Character Questions: Optimist, pessimist, or realist?


Caldor is a realist, although he is secretly a optimist. He wants to best and hopes for the best outcome to a situation but he will not say it out loud. If asked, he will give you a realist answer.

Foe is an optimist. He tries to find hope in the most hopeless situations. If he was in a hole, in the dark, with no source of light… well he wouldn’t complain. He would find the silver lining even if it’s ‘at least I’m not dead’.

Liora is a realist. You can thank Caldor for that. She accepts what is happening and lets it roll of her back. Every situation has it’s reasons and every reason leads to another situation. She will tell you how it is.

Pellar is a pessimist. He always sees the sky falling and believes that the world is out to get him somehow.

Charn is… well I’m not sure yet… he’s still in development… though I can see him as an optimist with realist traits.

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