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Wednesday, 5 February 2014

Characters! And trees thereof!


Sorry for the delayed post,  life keeps getting in the way. This week I wanted to talk about character trees. In their simplest form these are a list of the physical and character attributes of your cast. Everyone has their own idea of what these entail but I'll cover some of the basic information that they should include.

Why bother doing one in the first place? I find they're useful to ensure your characters remain consistent throughout your novel and help you differentiate them from each other so everyone doesn't act and sound the same. Working out who your characters are will help a lot in working out what they will do once you get to plotting. Here's a quick list of what you might include in a character tree.

·         A quick overview or biography of the character. Who are they? What do they want? What's their relationship to other characters? Where are they at emotionally?

·         Physical description. This can be anything from body type, hair colour, eye colour to how they dress. Be sure to include every detail you think is pertinent, from whether they wear jewellery or make up to their personal hygiene regime. It'll inform your writing of the character through the book.

·         Their character traits. Are they outgoing or introverted? The life of the party or do they sit in the corner sipping a coke? What are their interests? What are their strengths and, more importantly, their flaws. That last one is important. Nobody's perfect and the protagonist of your novel shouldn't be either. They need something to humanize them. I'll give you an example: take Superman and Spider-man. Superman is perfect, he's the strongest, smartest and has the ethics of Ghandi. As a result of this he's about as interesting as whole grain toast. Spider-man isn't perfect. He's often late for important events in his personal life, he's prone to slipping up and he rarely gets the girl. He's human but you wouldn't mind grabbing a beer with him sometime, He feels like an approachable guy. Remember you need your readers to want to spend time with your characters, make them likable but not perfect. We hate those who have everything, sad but true.

·         Their relationships with others. Who are their parents? Are they married? Engaged? Do they have kids? Are they a good husband/wife/mother/dad/friend? Who do they hang out with?

·         Their character arc. Who are they at the start of the book? How do they change? What new skills do they learn? Who are they at the end?

 

That covers the basics. As an added bonus I'm including my own character tree for the character Aimee from "Flare." It's not perfect but it could serve as a practical guide to what you might need before you start tackling the plot. My tree for Aimee isn't comprehensive, there's more in the novel that I didn't have here, but that's the fun of writing, sometimes you end up in a place you weren't expecting. I’ve also left out my character notes for books two and three, because spoilers. As always, please direct any questions, comments and offers of hugs to me via facebook.com/flarebookseries or @paddylennon1 on twitter.

Flare Series: Character trees.

Character: Aimee Dewitt (Revenant)

Bio.

Aimee is aged fourteen in part one of book one. She’s a “Vanguard” fan girl when we first meet her. She buys all their merchandise and idolises them completely. Her family are rich, her Dad, Paul, runs “DeWitt Industries” an electronics concern and weapons manufacturer. Aimee’s mother is Barbara, a former model and beauty queen. Aimee doesn’t really get on with her parents. Her Dad is distant and only had a child so there’d be someone to carry on the family name and inherit the money. Her mother is obsessed with fashion and likes spending her husband’s money. Barbara is a little put out that a daughter of hers could be so uninterested in shoes and clothes.

Aimee is embarrassed by the money her family has and isn’t really into the whole “accumulating possessions” thing. She hasn't got any friends as she finds stuff the girls her own age are interested in to be boring and she feels that most boys her own age are too dumb to be worth dealing with.

When Aimee and her mother are kidnapped it’s up to Aimee to step up and free herself. But what happens that night leaves her heartbroken and angry. Angry enough to decide to train and become a vigilante like the Vanguard members she adores.

In part two, Aimee is nineteen. She’s still not in regular contact with her father although she hears from him occasionally. She has spent the intervening five years training in martial arts, free-running etc to become a superhero. She’s been inspired by the Vanguard to try to make the world a better place, one crippled mugger at a time. Her love for the Vanguard will make her helping Ryan a natural thing when she encounters him; after all, he’s the only son of her heroes and inspiration.

Aimee is an experienced and creative fighter. In her five year training period she’s become an expert in Escrima, Silat, Kick-boxing, Karate and BJJ and is able to mix and match these fighting styles. Of the three main characters she’s the most “heroic” of the lot and, initially, by far the most competent. She’s brave, tough and utterly unwilling to back down from a fight. She has no trouble charging headfirst into a brawl and throwing everything at her opponent until they’re beaten, though she's not above cheating to ensure that she'll win. She does have a tendency to be brutal, she won’t hesitate to dislocate or break an opponent’s bones with her first strike if it means she’ll come out on top. 

Appearance.

Aimee is five foot four, brown haired and reasonably attractive. She’d be stunning if she ever made the effort to dress up, a side effect of having a model mother. She’s a fitness nut and exercises a lot through martial arts training and jogging so she’s in excellent shape and health.

Her clothing is practical and plain, no bright colours or ornamentation. She doesn’t wear jewellery as this would be dangerous in a fight (earrings get pulled out etc). She will wear gym gear a lot on her down time and hoodies and jeans when just hanging out. None of her relaxation clothes will be top of the line stuff, no Gucci or Prada for her, just better than average brands but nothing flashy.

She wears a bare minimum of make-up, no fake tan etc.

She will dress up for work, plain suits and blouses, better than the average but not over the top in any way. She’s a little ashamed of her wealth and doesn’t want to advertise it.

Revenant.

Aimee’s costume as Revenant will be practical, plain and cover her entire body. It’s mostly black with some grey accents. It would be similar to the survival suit from “Batman Begins”, matte black body armour with a soldier’s web-gear on top. It’ll be tough enough to stop a bullet or blade but also flexible enough to allow her to fight.  She carries her equipment in her web gear. Two Escrima sticks in a scabbard on her back (sticks are thirty-two inches long), combat knife in a scabbard on her left thigh, Grappling gun in a holster on her left thigh. Two flashbang grenades in a pouch on her waist. Other pouches have plastic explosive, detonators, a Leatherman tool, a torch, matches in a waterproof pouch, survival rations and a canteen of water.

She wears a mask to obscure her features but which leaves her mouth visible. The lenses in her mask act as infra-red and night vision lenses when required.

She has a portable computer built into the gauntlet on her left wrist, this is a GPS / map and can help her hack into security systems etc.

Book One Character Arc.

Aimee becomes a hero after a tragedy. We see her first night as a hero and on her second evening in the suit she runs into Ryan. She starts out as someone who is only interested in revenge but meeting Ryan will soften her somewhat. She’ll joke with him etc as she’s so happy to be hanging out with the son of the people who inspired her.  She’s almost too ready to trust him but will quickly assign herself the role of his protector as she realises that Ryan can be a little swept up in things and quickly finds himself out of his depth.  She may even come across as a little bossy to Ryan at certain points but it’s because she wants him to push him to live up to his lineage.

Sunday, 10 February 2013

Looking for Spidey


Dan hunched down in front of the snack machine and tried to grasp the chocolate bar that hung limply inside. The machine continued to play tricks on him despite the relationship they'd developed during his numerous visits to the hospital in the last month. It had all been going so well, he'd inserted the required amount of coins and punched in the code that would magically grant him that sweet slab of milk chocolate. The machine had whirred for a handful of seconds as the proper corkscrew arm winded its way out to drop the bar into the open slot. Then it had stopped and the chocolate bar, his chocolate bar, the one he had JUST paid for, had hung there. It was teasing him with the promise of tasty goodness. The way the gold foil caught the light made it look like the bar was smirking at him. Taunting him.

 

Dan had been around for eleven years now and he knew this to be true: he was experiencing the greatest injustice visited on any member of the human race ever. Life wasn't fair. Dan grabbed the sides of the machine in anger and tried to shake it. It didn't work. He lacked the upper body strength to achieve revenge on this soulless piece of machinery. He decided that he would give it a solid kick instead. He played soccer every evening; he'd show that robotic chocolate keeper what was what.

 

He took a step back and wound up to unleash a volley on its glass face and swung. His right foot impacted on the snack food dispenser and it shook.

"Hey! What are you doing?" roared an adult.

Dan turned towards the source of the shout and saw the ward nurse approaching like a thunderstorm.

"Get over here." She shouted.

Dan turned on his heels and ran towards the children’s ward. He'd easily outpace her and find somewhere to hide until the heat died down. He'd make his way back to his mum later; she wouldn't notice he was gone for ages yet.

 

He expertly rounded a corner and ducked behind an unoccupied stretcher. He listened carefully and could hear the nurse’s pounding footsteps coming closer. Terrified, Dan scouted out alternate hiding locations and noticed that the door to one of the rooms further down the hall was ajar. He crouched down and silently slipped towards the door. He entered the room and soundlessly closed the door over. He hunched down onto the floor, hoping that she wouldn’t notice him.

 

The nurse walked by outside and didn't see him.

"Who's there?" asked a voice from the other side of the room.

Dan looked to where the voice had come from and took note of his surroundings for the first time. He was in a small private room. The occupant of the bed was hidden from view by a curtain that reached from the ceiling to the floor. Dan crept forward and looked through a gap in the curtain. A small boy lay underneath the sheets of the bed. He was wearing Spider-man pyjamas and had a tube running into his arm from a nearby drip.

"Sorry." said Dan "I didn't think there was anyone in here."

"What are you doing?" responded the boy.

"Hiding out from a clip around the ear."

"What did you do?" asked the boy, his eyes widening in a mixture of shock and excitement.

"Attacked a vending machine." replied Dan.

"Why did you do that?"

"It stole my chocolate money."

"Ahhh!" the boy replied knowingly, as if that answer had explained everything.

"I'm not crazy." said Dan, leaping to his own defence.

"Never said you were."

"So, what's your name?"

"I'm Mark." said the boy in the bed.

"Dan."

"Nice to meet you."

"So, what are you in for?"

"I'm sick."

"It's a hospital and you have a tube in your arm, that's kind of a given."

"Leukaemia." said Mark.

"Oh" Dan didn't know much about it but he knew it was bad. "Sorry."

Dan looked for an excuse to change the topic; he noticed a pile of comics on the chair beside the bed.

"You must really like Spider-man, Mark."

"Yeah, he's awesome! Do you like him?"

"I guess. I saw that movie they made."

"Yeah it was OK I suppose."

"Not a fan?"

"The comics are better."

"I've never read any." said Dan.

"What? Never?" asked a disbelieving Mark.

"My parents don't like that kind of thing in the house. They think I have AD...AH..HD or something. I don't get to watch cartoons or play video games and they try to keep me away from shiny objects."

"That sounds terrible; I wouldn't have anything if I wasn't able to read comics."

"Is that all you do all day? Read stuff?"

"Yeah, I don't get out much or have many visitors."

"What about your friends? Or your parents?"

"Mum stops by every day after work but all she wants to do is talk about her day. She's a lawyer and works like crazy."

"Yeah, my parents don't have much time for me either. My mum gave birth a few weeks ago to my new sister."

"Is that why you're hanging around the hospital?"

"My sister was born early; they have her in one of those oven things all the time."

"Ovens?" queried Mark. "Do you mean an incubator?"

"Is that what they're called? Anyway I should get back. I'll drop by and see you again; it beats hanging around in the corridors."

Mark brightened up considerably: "That's great! We can read some comics together."

"Sure." Dan said and turned to leave: "See you tomorrow."

 

 

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Next day, Dan returned and sat down on the chair next to Mark's bed. Mark was engrossed in a comic book. Two neat piles of books lay within arms reach.

"What's with all the books?" asked Dan.

"The pile beside you is ones that I’ve read; the one over there on the locker is ones I haven't. Pick some from the ones I’ve read, but keep them in order." He warned.

"Yes boss."

"Sorry, I just like to keep things neat."

"I was just joking Mark."

Just then, the door opened and a smartly dressed woman entered, carrying a plastic bag.

"Mark darling..." she began to say, but she noticed that there was another person in the room and paused.”... Oh... Who are you?"

"This is Dan mother. He's keeping me company."

Dan stood up and offered his hand to Mark's mother. She took one look at the grubby appendage being offered and shook it with a barely noticeable look of disgust.

"Nice to meet you." said Dan.

"Hello Dan." Mark's mother said as she reached into the plastic bag and pulled out a small stack of comics. "I stopped by the comic shop and bought you some new ones. I have to meet your doctor now but I’ll stop in later tonight."

"Ok, mother." said Mark. "Leave them on the..."

"Bottom of the pile, I know. See you later, don't do too much. You tire easily."

"I know. I'll see you tonight." after another short glance at Dan, Marks mother left.

"She seems....nice." said Dan.

"The word you're looking for is "distant". That's what everyone says about her." responded Mark.

"I didn't say that. Listen..." said Dan, trying to change the subject, “I need to go poop. Mum's making me eat stuff with fibre for breakfast because she says that the cereal I used to eat is too sugary. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Ok" said Mark. "You don't need to give me the whole explanation next time."

"No problem."

 

Dan left the room and followed Mark's mother to the doctor’s office. He trailed her slowly and used the trolleys and other people in the corridor as cover. He wanted to hear what the doctor said about his new friend.

Dan reached the office without being seen and pretended to tie his shoelaces as he listened:

"The prognosis isn't good Miss Walsh." said the Doctor. "Mark isn't responding as well as we had hoped to the drug treatment. We may need to consider a bone marrow transplant."

Dan had heard enough and walked back to Mark's room.

 

"How was your poop?" asked Mark as Dan entered.

"Pretty good. Not in my top ten of all time though."

"Do me a favour: never tell me the details of that top ten."

"Ok. But you're missing out. The best was the time I pooped in Disneyland."

"Here." said Mark pushing a paperback across the bed. "This is the first appearance of Doctor Octopus in Ultimate Spider-man. Read it and stop disturbing me."

Dan picked up the book; a flyer fell out from the back page. Dan reached down to pick it up.

"Hey!" Dan said. "This says that there's a comic convention on in the city in a few days! Spider-man's going to be there! Look!"

Dan pointed to the picture of Spider-man on the flyer. "Are you going?"

"No." said Mark. "My mother says I’m not well enough yet. I'm going to miss it."

"That's lame." said Dan; an idea was beginning to form in his head.  

 

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Early on Saturday morning, Dan walked into Mark's room; Mark was halfway through a bowl of coco-pops.

"What are you doing here?" asked Mark when he had finished slurping down the remaining mouthfuls of chocolatey milk.

"We're going to the comic convention, the nurse will be here in five minutes to take your breakfast tray, she’s down the hall. Put these on." Dan thrust a plastic bag containing a tracksuit bottom and jumper at Mark.

Mark grinned: "That's awesome!"

"If we sneak out now we can be at the convention when the doors open at 10 o'clock, we'll meet Spider-man and be back here in time for lunch, you won't be missed. We can put some pillows in the bed and pull the curtains. That always works on TV."

Mark pulled on the clothes over his pyjamas and got back under the sheets, Dan hid under the bed. The nurse entered and collected the tray.

"Are you feeling OK?" she asked Mark. "You look a little flushed."

"I'm fine, but I didn't sleep well last night, I think I might go to sleep for a while."

"OK, I'll pull the curtains and you rest." said the nurse. She closed the curtains and left the room. Dan crawled out from under the bed.

"I'm going to borrow a wheelchair and we'll go into town. The number 84 bus will get us there in 10 minutes."

Dan left the room and returned thirty seconds later with a wheel chair. Mark slowly got out of the bed and sat in the chair. Dan opened the wardrobe and took out a spare blanket, he spread it over Mark.

"That should keep you warm; it's not too cold outside."

Dan and Mark left the room and slowly moved down the corridor. They exited the hospital without any problems, nobody paid attention to what kids did.

 

Within two minutes they had reached a bus stop on the main road outside the hospital. A bus was slowly making its way towards them. It pulled up to the kerb beside them and the Driver lowered the access ramp to allow the wheelchair on.

"Where are you two lads off to?" asked the driver.

"We have a note from the Doctor saying it's OK." said Dan, as he quickly waved a piece of headed notepaper in the air.

The Driver waved them on and Dan paid the fare.

"Where did you get a note from the doctor?" asked Mark in a whisper.

"He left his office unlocked. I took some of his notepaper and wrote a note, nobody will know."

"You're mad."

"No, I'm street-smart."  

 

The bus lurched slowly into town, stopping occasionally to let people on and off. The boys disembarked at a stop a few minutes from the hotel where the convention was being held.

"What do we do if someone asks us why you're pushing a boy in a wheelchair into a comic convention?" asked Mark.

"We tell them you're dressed up as that guy from X-men. The Professor. Practice looking seriously constipated, it'll make them think you're pretending to have mental powers."

"That won't work."

"Sure it will, people who read comics will totally fall for it."

They joined the queue for the convention just as the doors opened. The small crowd entered the hall and dispersed to the various tables to buy comics, talk to writers and artists and complain loudly about what happened in this week’s issue of Amazing Spider-man.

They saw Spider-man at the other end of the hall; he was posing for pictures with some attendees and doing backflips and handstands to a small, attentive audience.

Dan pushed the chair forward: "There he is, let's go talk to him!"

Mark stammered nervously: “T-t-talk to Spider-man?"

"Sure."

"I can't...I don't know what to say."

"Hey! Spider-man! Hey! Over here!" shouted Dan.

"Quiet down, shhhh!" cried Mark, clutching at Dan’s arm in sheer terror.

Spider-man turned to look at them and walked over.

"What can I do for you boys?" he asked.

"My friend is your biggest fan." said Dan. "He has every comic you're in. He's not feeling well at the moment so he's not really talkative."

"I'm sorry to hear that. What are your names?"

"I'm Dan and he's Mark."

"Nice to meet both of you. I hope you get well soon Mark." said Spidey.

“Can we get a picture with you Spider-man?” asked Dan.

“Sure thing.” Spidey said as he crouched down beside Mark and posed.

Dan snapped a picture with the camera on his phone.

"I have to meet some more people.” said Spidey. “Have a nice day at the convention."

Spider-man shook both their hands and went to talk to some more kids who had just entered the room.

"Dude! We just shook hands with Spider-man!" exclaimed Dan.

Mark stared at his hand, speechless. “Merp…” was all he eventually managed to say.

"Do you want to see anything else? There's a guy that draws Transformers over there!"

Mark was still staring at his hand in shock.

"I think you've seen enough for today. Let's get back to the hospital before we're missed."

Dan pushed Mark from the building and they walked back to where the bus stop was.

"That was pretty cool." said Dan.

"Yes."

"Still in shock?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"No problem."

 

The bus arrived and they returned to the hospital. They entered through a side entrance and managed to make it to Mark's room without being seen. Dan helped Mark up from the chair and Mark clambered into the bed.  

"When is the next convention on?" asked Mark.

"I overheard someone say there's another one in three months’ time. Will you be better by then?"

"Yes." Mark said firmly. "Yes I will."

"Cool. I'd better get home. Mum thinks I'm at soccer practice. I'll bring the chair back to where I found it."

"Are you going to be at the hospital next week?"

Dan thought for a second: His little sister had come home last night after the doctors had given her a clean bill of health. It would be difficult to keep sneaking off to visit Mark now that his parents weren't coming here all the time.

"Sure." Dan said. "I'll see you on Monday."

Mark smiled. "Great. See you Monday."