Lewis Jeremy Adams

I'm trying to decide whether or not to change his name to Lucas, instead. Read through his character and see which one you like best. This is a supporting character in my Death Book. He also may or may not be loosely based on Adam Hardy...

Lewis is a boy who doesn’t care what people think. He doesn’t fold to any norms at all. He’s most recognized for his large hat collection that contains hats from various cultures and centuries, and well as various outlet stores. If anyone were to observe him over a lengthy period of time, they would realize that each hat signals a different mood that Lewis is in at the moment.
Besides the hats, Lewis has a very large nose that people have associated with Nintendo’s Mario brothers. He has thick brown eye brows over unassuming brown eyes, a relatively small forehead, prominent cheek bones that are further defined by lengthy sideburns, wide ears, and a soft jaw. He’s quite tall (roughly six feet) and broad-shouldered, but most of his peers consider him short because of his consistent stoop. His hands and feet are like bear paws. His shoulders and elbows are knotty and modestly muscular, but mostly knotty.
He was home-schooled until Junior High, after his mother (who calls him L.J.) overheard him talking to his pet snake and decided he needed to experience a more social environment. This could explain his self-isolation. In a tiny high-school, in a grade that’s known each other since elementary school, Lewis is mostly an outcast. People have tried to place him into different cliques. Some people consider him a Nerd, because he’s so smart in class, but he doesn’t associate himself with the Scholastic Team (called “Nerd Club” by everyone not in it) because he doesn’t share the same D&D interests. Others have tried to place him in the Goth’s group, because of his preferred wardrobe (usually along the lines of a turtle neck, leather jacket or grey trench, black wristbands, sometimes a scarf, and whatever hat he’s in the mood for). His favorite color is actually green, but he doesn’t wear it too much because then it wouldn't be special.
{He’s very good with cars and electronics. He’s hobbies, aside from his reptile collection, is to dismantle and reassemble cars, after which they usually run a lot better. He wants to go to a mechanics college in Washington and open his own garage someday. }
Most people think Lewis doesn’t have a sense of humor because he seems very stoic at school. However, those who know him best (i.e. his extended family), would say he has a very dorky sense of humor, involving things like puns and sarcasm. He isn't very opinionated and doesn’t plan on voting when he’s 18 years old.
Lewis {Adams} does want friends, despite his self-imposed isolation. He just doesn't want friends who are “plastic,” or too many of them. He thinks one or two true friends would be plenty.

Maeryn Blair Rocha

Maeryn Blair Rocha (meaning Bitter, Plain, Rock) was born in the city of Wolcott in Kerra. She was born out of wedlock, and her mom died in childbirth with her. A friendly neighbor who had just lost her own baby took her in and raised her until she was ten. She grew up an angry, difficult child, feeling like life was unfair because she didn't have a mother. When she was eight and it was time for her to get her name, the spiritual leader in the community named her Maeryn, or Bitter, and Blair, or Plain. By plain he meant to express hope for an easy, level future, like a plain or prairie. Instead, Maeryn took it as an insult and hated the leader forevermore.

When she was ten, long-lost relatives came looking for their cousin, Asha, and found only her bitter daughter. They took her in out of duty, and fear that she would be left homeless again, as the neighbor was ill. So, Maeryn found herself in (the country where Kate lives... I can't remember the name and I'm too lazy to look it up), the only Kerran in school, and so the only child with a dark complexion and dark hair. She grew up being teased, until she finally learned to defend herself, and then she was feared and hated. She never had a friend because she would never let anyone near her. Even her "Aunt and Uncle", as she called her mother's cousins, made her leave the house as soon as she was old enough because she was cruel to their children, who were young and tender.

Maeryn felt that the injustices she endured gave her power, and over the years a plan formulated to take over the government because she had more experience because of the hardships in her early years, and therefore would be a better ruler. Her idea was intriguing, but the fact that she was a woman caused many to doubt her abilities. She gathered followers by, at first, dressing as a man before "recruiting", but eventually she was recognized as a very capable leader, regardless of gender. And if someone still had qualms, a flogging and a day in the pit usually showed them otherwise.

Maeryn had a soul at one point, and for those who believed that a soul was essential to life believed she still had one, but others said she sold it to the devil for his support. Indeed, that seemed to be true, because if someone was heartless or evil or enjoyed cruelty they found her. She didn't shrink from inflicting pain, and reveled in emotional torment. A lifetime without love robbed her of any conscience she may have possessed. When Kate meets her, she is so consumed with her goal of domination that any sense about the foolishness of it all has been forgotten.

A Life-Long Question

ARE WE DEAD?
(What? No, I wasn't making a reference...)

What I mean is, that that Hibernating Bear that is We, has tipped over the scale. Not enough berries in Fall, maybe? That fact is, no one has been posting: FALSE! No one has been commenting. I have been posting. And in some mix of frustration, confusion, boredom, annoyance (not to be confused with frustration), and a spurt of creative energy, I am posting again. So you'd better reply to this, or you might get your above mentioned question answered. Very. Soon.

So ever since I went to the Death-themed Halloween Concert a few years ago, I've been fascinated by the personification of death (Fueled only slightly by Terry Pratchet).

Truth be told, I've been toying with this idea of Death as a character in one of my books, and not as the antagonist, but as the Love interest in a love triangle. Can we say 'intrigue'?
This, however, is not death as you know him. In fact, he's not even the real Death.

Long ago (of course), The two equal, balancing forces of nature were predestined for love--no matter what. But while planning this fated companionship, Universe, like a few Romance novelists I could mention, was still young and Naive, and rather foolish. It made the terrible and all-too-common mistake of thinking that predestination=Insta-Love. But it didn't take Compatibility into consideration.

The two fated forces I am referring to are Birth and Death. They are the two forces that control literally every aspect of life as we know it--forever contradicting, always attracted by pure repulsion: Birth to bring, Death to remove, Birth to renew, and so on.

But such a relationship lead to a constant On/Off cycle. They were, sadly, the opposite in every nature. But this was to be expected, and in way, necessary. Then the real problem started...

Most parties agree that it started with Birth's boyfriend, but a few others say it was really Death, whose warmth and affection went cold, which--the first point out--stemmed from Birth's constant mood-swings and smothering tendencies--which were really because Death commitment issues (ironic, I know...)--which...

It was a tug-and-pull as infinite as the Chicken/Egg paradox.

Death became a workaholic, a Birth started to see other people, and when you're an eternal personified force of nature, there really aren't other fish in the sea. So the fish resorted to birds.
Ah, we asked, but where is the home built?

Fate, always the Romantic, said from the beginning that Death and Birth must have Love, like the perfect balancing point of a spoon on your finger. So, in a sort of see-saw that wasn't hitched properly in the middle, the Death portion swung around and a new player climbed on, the true love of Birth, or so Fate hoped.

Isaac, oldest son of Samuel Miller, got very dizzy on see-saws. When Birth pulled him on unwillingly, let's say he was less than pleased. Where there is love, there must be Death, and so he was.

One-sided love is like playing on a see-saw by yourself, as Birth found out, sadly. But you don't have a name like Birth by being a quitter. She tried all sorts of ways to make the New Death love her as much as she loved him. She tried everything she could think of to bring together the two totally separate worlds. She even insisted that he call her "Bertha." It was worth a shot.

Isaac Death discovered, as had the Old Death, that the easiest way to avoid Birth was to delve deeper in The Work. It wasn't terribly pleasant, but Isaac found himself getting somewhat decent job satisfaction. Only the infant deaths and miscarriages were really troublesome.

But Death managed. Sometimes he wondered what happened to the old Death. A horrible inkling in his mind said he was dead, which awakened a whole plethora of questions that, after his most recent experiences in the field, he'd rather not answer.
He was a rather good Death, anyone would tell you--if they could. He was usually polite, although impatient, and held on to the firm belief that Death should be personal, which only lead to the "Planner of Hell," he casually called it.
He wasn't completely lonely. Birth had her good points and there was always the Horse...
Contrary to popular opinion, Isaac is quite fleshy with blond hair and brown eyes and crooked teeth. He also talks to himself, but most people don't know that.

Eva is seventeen and not liking it. She is stubborn and argumentative. She looks at hypothetical situations literally. She dislikes children because they always stare. She is uncomfortable with her body weight, especially her baby-bouncing hips and disproportionate, tiny feet. She has long, straight, light brown/dark blond hair, tan skin, and hazel eyes. She likes punk rock, but you wouldn't know it looking at her. Eva's not totally contrary, of course: She can always make her best friend, Hannah, laugh until she wets herself. Eva is generally the no-nonsense friend all girls in her high school go to for sound advice--although, never with a party invite. Eva is also a competent flute-player, though she'd never admit it.
Eva has been afraid of dogs since she was attacked by one when she was three. In fact, she doesn't like most animals, except for cats, because they keep themselves to themselves and are usually quiet. She hates job-hunting, which is what she's been doing for the past six months. She doesn't like boys because they don't like her. She also can see Death, and hates him for it. Her ultimate pet-peeve is when people talk to themselves.

C.J. Wilder

Meet Ceasar Julius Wilder (and no, the name was unintentional; I didn't even think about it until I said his full name to myself one day and thought, "Oh, hey, what do you know? That fits.").

C.J. is head of a huge corporation, which his grandfather, Julius Wilder, built from the ground up, and is one of the most prestigious, and powerful companies in the western states--or was.
Wilder Inc. was bequeathed to Ceasar after his father's untimely death after his Lamborghini was T-boned by a drunk in a corvette. Insurance covered everything--down to replacing the car--and in accordance to the the late Mr. Wilder's Will, his only child was given everything, except two or three houses bequeathed to the widowed Mrs. Wilder, who lived out her days in the mansion in Miami and remarried, or so Ceasar was told in an off-hand manner by his secretary.
Ceasar became the sole owner of Wilder Inc. now, and he preferred to keep it that way. Despite generous offers of merging by other companies and more experienced businessmen, the young and ambitious Mr. C.J. Wilder kept the business "in the family," he said, which is strange to relate, since he was without sibling, spouse, or prodigy.
Under his precocious business savvy, Wilder Inc. grew. He bought out competitors first, then smaller businesses, the tiny, family-run shops, and eventually established a true monopoly. Enthralled by his success, Ceasar became more and more obsessed with his business. Despite his large house, Mr. Wilder lived alone, if you don't count the enormous staff necessary to run the place. He lost close personal friends slowly, along with connections to any remaining relatives. After a while, Ceasar no longer enjoyed the beautiful lands his money kept and preserved. Soon, even his employees stopped hearing from him. Little by little, maids and butlers, curious as the purpose of the château's upkeep, quit, and eventually stopped showing up, till only a single maid and butler were left. People would have been noticed the gradual deterioration of the Wilder Mansion, if they'd been around. The town that used to be the proud home of Wilder Inc., became a ghost town. Since the Wilder empire had bought out most of the businesses, most people couldn't keep work. Locals left first, and after several years, even the foreign help hired by Wilder Inc., had to leave, too.

Once proud and bustling, the Wilder Mansion glittering in iron-wrought pride, the city died, and the Wilder empire fell with it. Other younger and ambitious businesses bought out stock and merchandise, until Wilder, once a house-hold name, was now almost totally forgotten. Media abandoned its business superstar, the once young and renowned Mr. C.J. Wilder. Those who had worked for him said he was most likely dead, and that he'd probably negotiated with Death himself to somehow profit in the after life.

Those who knew him personally, however, say he's still alive, sitting alone in his office, calculating numbers of stocks and the state of the market, his inbox still ever full of business reports from all over the world, imagined by his gifted, business-savvy mind. Or that was the last they heard, anyway...

The definitions of Death and Life can be blurred, sometimes, by those who push to the extreme. Ceasar Wilder, in honesty, is still alive, if you can call it living, but his physical human form is completely lost, having been forsaken along with everything else Human.
The only word to describe what he has become is Beast.

Meet the Friedman's

Morgan is your average snotty teenager: her clothes and hair is totally new, her little brother is a dweeb, and her father is clueless in all areas unrelated to Plate Tectonics, which is how he got his Ph.D. It's is also why they are moving from San Fransisco to Small Town, American, in the West, where cowboys and hicks live, according to Jem, the youngest of the two siblings; it's the first place to offer Mr. Friedman a job.

James Arnold "Jem" Friedman is fourteen, completely occupied with girls, video games, skateboards, girls, spiking his hair, girls, and (secretly) Astronomy. He was labeled as a nerd in middle school and has since recovered to a "skater" rank in junior high. Olive-toned skin with freckles, matching hair-color, and blue eyes. His new braces fiercely threaten his new popularity, and any chance of ever having a girlfriend, so he makes sure to get black rubber bands and bares them at bullies. He got a rough reputation with the Super Intendant in the first month of the school year, for being in two fist fights and accused of starting a food fight in the cafeteria. His father hopes the move will allow Jem to start "with a clean slate" (pun very much intended by Mr. Friedman).

Mr. Friedman is a round, short, balding, middle-aged man, with eye-twinkles and nose that looks like a miniature of his torso and is red from him constantly wiping it on account of a head-cold he's had since Jem was three. He's a naturally trusting man and very kind-hearted, but is also a softie when it comes to disciplining his children. His trouble in finding a job stems mostly from a slight stutter, making lectures on the university level difficult (Hence his eagerness in accepting a job in a little high school). He's had the stammer for years and Specialists say it stems from an inferiority complex.
Mr. Theodore "Theo" Friedman wears bland clothes, usually involving fading sweater-vests and grey pants. His mouth has a little droop at one corner that gives him the appearance of frowning most of the time. He likes documentaries and murder mysteries, classical music, clam chowder, and plays golf (poorly) in his free time.
In short, Theo Friedman is often described as a sad little man by everyone except himself, his children, and late wife, who would call him bubbly and soft-voice and -hearted with a weakness for tiny, fluffy dogs.

Morgan, who is the actual Main Character, is tall and gangly, with hardly any shape she's proud of. For most of her life, her chocolate, wavy hair reached almost past her back, until most of her friends started to chop theirs off, and she eventually followed suit. Unlike her peers, however, Morgan didn't hack it into a small, tight bob, but kept it shoulder-length so she could still pull it back. Although technically "in style," her clothes are always department store brandless things, and never the boutique-style fashion she dreams about. She still wears the same sneakers from last year. They're broken in, fit her feet like thick skin, and are perfect for her track meets, but are "tasteless," as she described them to her father. Morgan wishes she could be like her other friends, who wear beautiful flats or heels, or even "dressy-casual" sneakers to school.
Apart from her many desires, Morgan enjoyed her art classes at her old high school, even though she considers herself a pretty incompetent painter. She prefers Oldies to Pop, and knows every Herman's Hermits songs by heart. She's been nagging her father for voice lessons, but without much success. When she doesn't get her way, she resorts to sarcasm and scoffing sighs, complete with eye-rolling.
Only two years older than her brother, their relationship is on basically good terms: they were called the Dynamic Duo by every old spinster and her sister on the block, but have since found different interests, and really talk only late on school nights about personal things.

This family is for my modern day Beauty and the Beast story, which I'm still stitching a plot together for. You may be hearing more about it in the near future.

Gender Swap Anyone??

So, I'm very tempted to change my villain from my "Kate" story from a man to a woman. Originally, Lord Stephan was the villain. He's a power-hungry, cruel man who wants the kingdom. Basically. In one part he actually flogs Kate. (I'm cruel! I know!) But now I've had a wonderfully evil woman enter my mind (still nameless, though) who could take Lord Stephan's place. The thing is, their personalities are not the same. In a metaphor, he is a charging bull while she is a poisonous snake. In the scene I've written her into (not necessarily with Kate) she ends by ordering the girl she's captured's heart cut out. (Again with the cruelty! I'm sorry, but sometimes I think these characters have lives of their own! :P ) She likes to take her prisoners' weaknesses and twist them to cause pain. I don't know... what's your opinion? And name ideas would be nice, too.

Josh Broomhead

Broomhead is a real last name. It made me laugh when I saw it....

Age: sixteen
Status: sophomore
Powers: his powers revolve around electricity. He learns to read the faintest magnetic and electric fields, even those in the mind, muscles, and nerves. While he can't pin down specific thoughts a person is having, he can predict what they're going to do and they're emotions (if powerful enough). He is one of twenty super-powered people in the United States. The United States has the least Superhumans out of all the world.
History: he's lived a basically normal life with a few weird instances. He has a normal family with an average salary, car, pet, etc..
His English teacher is Mr. Careless (that's important).
Personality: he's geeky, but good-natured. He's not well-liked by those around him, due to odd habits. Only Mr. Careless has faith in him to be more than average.