So here we care again. I didn't realise a 30-Day Meme would drag out for so long, but I'm not bright like that. Here's where we stand right now.
0. Explain yourself!
1. Tell us about your favorite writing project/universe that you've worked with and why.
2. How many characters do you have? Do you prefer males or females
3. How do you come up with names, for characters (and for places if you're writing about fictional places)?
4. Tell us about one of your first stories/characters!
I'm cheating here a little because all of my first stories and characters had to do with woodland animals and were more than a little ridiculous. Instead, I'll talke about my favourite truly original character, Cadmus Pariah.
He was created in the span of about a few second after listening to a section of the song "Deeply Lined Up" by Shriekback. I saw him clear as day passing around a beautiful goblet to his fans, who would gleefully cut themselves and pour their own blood into the chalice. When the DJ saw what was going on, he tried to stop the carnage and shut down the show. With one simple glance, Cadmus gave the man a stroke and continued his jollies. He's gotten a bit more unpleasant since then.
I've lived with Cadmus for about twenty years now. He whispers abominations in my ear and makes suggestions as to what other mischief he might could get into. After twenty years of existence, you could say that the character has grown into his own. He's no longer a figment of my imagination, my being a big believer in thought manifestation. On some unfortunate plane, Cadmus exists, and he makes life and unlife very unpleasant for those he's encounters. He chooses to tell me about his activities so I can write about them and make everyone else as horrified as I am.
Even though he's only 20 years old, Cadmus looks to be about 35. He is a living vampire who ages when he isn't consistently fed the Blood of other Vampires, or at least the transubstantiated blood of humans from within the chalice. He measures to be about 5'8" and it slight of build, although he is stronger, much stronger, than anyone could possibly imagine. His body is wiry and his head is bald by choice, having taken on the traits of his cruel mentor Nissisus after killing him upon his ascension to master of the Arts of the Apostate. His lubrication was the blood of his dreadful master. If he let his hair grow out, it would be long, black, and impossibly beautiful.
Everything about Cadmus is beautiful. It's his way of pulling humans and Vampires to him to kill. In a way, he could be akin to the angler fish. The beacon of his beauty is the light of the fish and all who fall into its spell is doomed to feed the abomination. Cadmus tends to harvest the souls of his victims as well as drink their blood. His harvesting is a form of survival as he had emotion abused out of him as a youngling. He uses what he calls the philosophical apices of his victims forever trapped in his well of souls in order to function as normally as he can in social situations. He has collected thousands of souls for this purpose.
Any questions? Ask away.