Concept
I’ve noticed in the things I watch and read (the ones I really like anyway) create a pretty consistent and interesting world, following certain rules. The plot then works around with these rules and this world, sometimes following the rules and sometimes exploring the boundaries of the setting. So maybe I should try to see if I can come up with something like that (or at least steal ideas like some hack).
Setting: near future
All over the world, there have been certain individuals popping up with exceptional gifts. Superpowers, if you will. Some are useful, some are not. Some example abilities include controlling the elements, making plants grow, alter someone’s reality, etc etc… It is soon discovered that the link between these individuals is the production of a certain unknown chemical, though it is not known how they came to produce it. With some experimentation and lab studies, some scientists are able to mass produce this chemical. However, for every person for whom this chemical works, three others die from it. Studies are still being conducted in the hopes of creating better odds, but it is not looking hopeful. A small but significant portion of the world’s population is getting this chemical on the black market despite the grim odds for their survival in the hopes of becoming more special. This is creating some friction in the political world, who try to get the chemical banned and the studies shut down.
There is also a divide between people of special abilities and normal people. Some of the people with special abilities are getting god complexes, while others are preaching to the world to join them or be condemned to being among the weakest of the population. Certain “normal” people find this threatening, especially in terms of Darwin’s evolution. The more radical types believe that the only way to remove this threat is to unite the “normal” population, who are still a significant portion of the world’s population, into a force against the superpowered population and eradicate as many of them as possible. There are those in the middle of the spectrum of both special and normal abilities who are anxious to prevent disastrous conflict.
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Too cliched maybe? Overly done by too many shows? Oh well. Maybe I’ll think of something better later. Or I could try to create a story in this context anyway and see whether I get bored or not.
Benjamin in Bluewater Village
I was going to start a new character for this story, but it just occurred to me that I can just use Benjamin since I’ve already developed his character and I haven’t actually done anything with him yet. So here’s a sort of plot outline/summary for what I had in mind.
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After being lost in the woods around Bluewater for a few days, Benjamin finds himself in the village nearly dying of thirst and hunger. The children of the village spot him first. Barely conscious, Benjamin’s prone form alarms the adults in the village, most of whom have never seen someone from the outside world. But a kindly woman, Jessica, chases off the curious children crowding around his body and takes Benjamin into her house for shelter to nurse him back to health. Before long, however, the newly appointed matron is alarmed by this and persuades the woman to give care of Benjamin over to her. At the matron’s house, just as Benjamin has recovered enough to be conscious of his surroundings, the matron interrogates him about his purpose in the village. It eventually becomes clear that he stumbled here by accident and that he has no hidden purpose here. Benjamin has no idea why the matron is so paranoid about outsiders entering the village, and is unable to get any clear answer out of her.
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Bleh, this didn’t turn out to go anywhere. I’ll think of something else later.
Bluewater Village
If this were set in the history of earth, it would be set around the Middle Ages.
Bluewater is a tiny village of population 257, and is an isolated community. The community’s form of government, though primitive, is enough to keep law and order for its citizens. The matron of the village is generally a post held by the oldest and wisest woman of the community. How this tradition got started is unknown.
Surrounding the village is a dense forest. Within a day’s walk of the village is a river, which the community relies on if the village well runs dry. It is common knowledge around the town that there is no civilization within a couple days’ walk around them, and curiosity of the outside world is generally frowned upon, especially from a young age.
The logistics of law enforcement work a little differently, since everyone knows each other. Miscreants are generally brought before the matron since law-breaking is strictly enforced by the village. The matron has the power to solely decide the innocence (or not) and the appropriate punishment for law-breakers. Children are apprenticed by the age of thirteen. The profession is usually the child’s choice, but most often, a child chooses one of his/her parents’ professions.
Beasts occasionally wander into the village from the forest around them, but the village usually can either scare the animals off or kill them if they pose a continuous threat to the village. Occasionally, someone from the outside world may stumble on the village, usually someone who got lost in the woods. However, the matron often sends such a person away as quickly as possible; the motives for this is generally not known among the population and the matron never speaks on the subject.
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Hm… I’m not sure where this setting is good enough for a story, but I may explore it a little… still deciding whether the story should be told from an outsider’s point of view or from a villager’s point of view. Maybe I can get something out of a newly appointed matron’s point of view.
Nicole
All right, as requested, I will be working on a villain character today. Not sure if I’ll make it a part of the story I’m doing right now or if I’ll just start a whole new story.
1. Naive: Nicole has lived a very sheltered life. She has not had much contact or experience with the outside world. This causes her social habits to be about the same level as a 5 year old’s.
2. Amoral: Nicole does not understand/has not been taught what is or isn’t moral. Even if she were taught these things at some later point in her life, she would not understand the point or benefit to her.
3. Spoiled: She is used to getting her way. She has not had much experience with not getting what she wants.
4. Sadistic: Anytime something displeases Nicole, she likes to cause pain around her to make herself feel happier. Other’s suffering making her own suffering feel insignificant often helps make her feel better.
Benjamin and Father Calico
Hm… I’m just thinking about it, but I’m not sure I can do much with these two characters… maybe because Father Calico is a lot less developed in my mind compared to Benjamin. I guess tomorrow, I can see if I can make another character for Benjamin to interact with. For now, I’ll just see how a scene between these two will go.
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Benjamin had had enough. He joined the church in the hopes of feeling at one with God. But everywhere he went, it seemed as if all he saw were so-called “good” Christians looking out only for themselves and screwing their neighbors over every time they had the chance. Sure, he had met some genuinely good people, but it seemed that he kept seeing more and more hypocrisy everywhere he went. And as each day passed, it seemed like he found himself doubting more and more the very existence of God. This feeling disquieted him.
He walked into the church courtyard, pondering this so deeply that he bumped rather hard into a passerby.
“Ho! That’s quite a greeting,” the passerby said.
Recovering himself, Benjamin found that he had bumped into Father Calico. “Sorry, Father,” Benjamin sighed, hugging the priest. He bent down to pick up the books Father Calico had dropped.
“Something bothering you, kid?” Father Calico queried, raising an eyebrow as Benjamin handed him his books.
Forcing a laugh, Benjamin said he was fine, perhaps a little too uncertainly. He could tell Father Calico didn’t really believe him.
“C’mon, I’m taking you to the confessional. I’m buying,” Father Calico said, dragging Benjamin along.
“Wha- no, I’m fine,” Benjamin said, ineffectually.
They ended up at a bar within walking distance of the church. After getting two beers, Father Calico looked at Benjamin sternly.
“Well, are you going to tell me? Or am I going to have to get you drunk?”
Sighing, Benjamin related his doubts and feelings about his position in the church. Throughout Benjamin’s confession, Father Calico listened with a thoughtful expression on his face.
“… and I just don’t know whether I belong in the church anymore if I have these doubts. I feel like a hypocrite myself to stay in the church when I believe in less and less of the church’s teachings.”
Father Calico sat in silence for a few moments, sipping his beer, pondering Benjamin’s revelations. “Look, Benjamin, there are many people, myself included, who have not seen evidence for the existence of God, but that doesn’t mean He’s not there.”
“Doesn’t it? Why should I believe in God’s existence when I have no reason to do so?”
It appeared as if Father Calico wanted to say something about this, but he stopped himself. Instead, he reached over to Benjamin and patted him on the arm.
“Look, just because I raised you doesn’t mean you’re obligated to believe in what I believe in. I want you to decide for yourself what you believe. Just… stay with the church for a little while longer until you’ve figured things out, all right?”
Benjamin smiled hesitantly at Father Calico, thankful for his understanding. He stood up and hugged Father Calico and said, “Thanks, Father.” Father Calico rubbed Benjamin’s head in that old affectionate gesture and Benjamin left, still feeling uncertain about his future.
Father Calico
Since I briefly mentioned him yesterday, I guess I could expand on his character a bit.
1. Devout: Being a priest, he is a loyal follower of God. He is, however, respectful of others’ religious beliefs. He does not see himself as a vessel for the word of God, but rather a follower who helps his fellow mortals live their lives on earth.
2. Compassionate: As evidenced by his founding of an orphanage, he is a selfless man and often acts as a father figure for the children who never leave his orphanage.
3. Irreverent: Even though he holds a position in the church, he sees no need to be gravely serious all the time. His attitude toward life is that it is no sin to make a satisfying life however one can, as long as one follows moral social codes.
4. Protective: He is, sometimes to the point of pettiness, very protective of those he helped to raise.
Benjamin
New character today:
1. Conflicted: Until recently, Benjamin has been a devout man of God. Orphaned when he was five, he was raised in a Catholic orphanage run by a priest, Father Calico. He sees this man as a father figure. However, through the course of his work, he finds that he has not seen nor felt the “true spirit of God” and is starting to doubt the existence of such an entity.
2. Methodical: Benjamin is a bit old-fashioned. He carries a handkerchief in his pocket at all times and irons his clothing. He often does things slowly and carefully.
3. Quiet: Many people find Benjamin to be quite approachable and friendly, but he is not talkative and is often seen off to the side, reflecting. His voice is quite soft, often sounding almost like a whisper.
4. Broody: Although he often tries to hide it, Benjamin has never quite gotten over his mother’s death at such a young age. He regrets not having known parents as he was growing up, although he loves Father Calico very much. His recent crisis of faith adds to this despondency.
Jacob and Damien
Okay, a little bit more about Jacob and Damien and then I’ll probably start afresh with some new characters next week.
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“You know, I didn’t think someone like you would have sided with someone like me in a fight,” Jacob said, dabbing a tissue on his bloody nose.
“What do you mean, someone like me?” Damien asked shrewdly, eyes narrowing.
“I-I meant, that is, what I meant to say,” Jacob stammered, “just that human nature is to side with the winning side. The underdog thing is just some romantic notion that no one actually seriously follows. You don’t really gain anything helping me.”
Damien turned away and shrugged. “Just don’t like seeing defenseless people getting attacked for no reason is all.”
Jacob stiffened at being called “defenseless”, but realized Damien was right. He didn’t do anything to protect himself, even though he saw trouble coming from so far away.
“Well, thanks,” Jacob said, getting up as he saw his parents arriving to take him away. He quickly ripped a piece of notebook paper and scribbled his name and phone number on it. He stuck the paper in Damien’s face. “Look, if you ever need anything–”
Looking slightly startled, Damien stared at the paper for a moment before hesitantly taking it. He nodded his thanks, and Jacob left. Well, if this incident finally convinced his parents to put him into a private school like he had asked, the only thing he would miss was the opportunity of possibly starting a friendship with the guy. But like most things, he probably would have turned out to be a disappointment anyway. He didn’t really expect to hear from him again.
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Well, I left an opening for more story, and I kind of like these characters (although today’s story was probably a little duller than usual), so I might decide to come back to these guys later, if I run out of inspiration for new characters or something. Plus, I don’t think I’ve fleshed out these characters as much as I should have.
More Jacob and Damien
As Jacob walked to class, he felt a little more light-hearted. Maybe life at school wouldn’t be so unbearable after all. It was probably just his over-active imagination making him paranoid about school bullies. Who was to say that he would be so unlucky that he would establish himself as the freshman wimp? As long as he stayed away from that label, he wouldn’t attract any attention from undesirable characters. That’s right, just keep his head down.
Just then, a group of thugs who were huddled together a moment ago looked in his direction. Shit, he thought. He avoided eye contact and tried to walk away in an unhurried manner. Too late. The group was already heading toward him. He picked up his pace, but one of them ran up to him and grabbed his arm roughly.
“Hey! What were you lookin’ at, shrimp?” said the biggest of the group, signaling the guy holding Jacob to let him go.
“Nothing. I’m minding my own business,” Jacob said, in what was hopefully a calm tone of voice.
“No, I don’t think so. I think you’re a snitch,” said the leader of the group. Jacob backed up but found more of the group behind him, and without warning, Jacob’s vision went into a flash of white before everything turned dark as a fist connected with the glasses on his face. Before he knew it, he found himself crouched on the pavement with his hand over his (probably) broken nose.
“Hey!” cried a somewhat familiar voice. As the group turned around, Jacob peered through near-sighted eyes at the figure that had interrupted his tormentor’s merry-making. As the figure advanced toward the group fearlessly, Jacob recognized Damien.
“I’d walk away if I were you,” growled the chief bully.
Damien strode right up to him and punched him in the gut, catching the rest of the group off guard. It was a short moment of victory though, as a few of them recovered quickly and in a few short moments, Damien was in a stranglehold. Jacob, who had taken the opportunity to get up was now torn between making a run for it and concern and guilt over his savior’s plight. He panicked as he saw the leader get up and was ready to run for it when fortunately, he saw a teacher round the corner. All the commotion had already started a crowd, so the teacher spotted the group pretty immediately. Snarling, the leader let Damien go and hurried off, with the teacher chasing after the group, red-faced and angry.
“We’ll need to sort this out. Go to the principal’s office immediately,” as the teacher passed by Jacob and Damien in his hurry to apprehend the thugs.
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Wow, this ended up longer than I thought. I guess I’ll continue this tomorrow.
Jacob and Damien
So, today I am going to make Jacob and Damien high school freshman in a modern setting to try out their interactions.
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Today was the first day of school. Jacob was not looking forward to it. Why his parents would insist on him coming to a public school was beyond him. They certainly had enough money to send him to a private school. His appearance didn’t help his situation either. His skinny frame made him a prime target for bullies, so he certainly knew what the next four years held for him. Speaking of bullies, here was one coming up to him right now. Great. The large kid was dressed poorly, wearing a worn black leather jacket over a wife beater and some torn jeans. Tensing up, Jacob looked around for the best direction to run in.
“Excuse me… do you know where I can find Staedtler Hall?” the teenager asked, his hesitant voice belying his fierce demeanor.
“Er… what?” Jacob asked, caught a little off guard.
Eyeing Jacob suspiciously, the kid repeated the question.
“Oh, sorry. I’m a freshman. I don’t know where anything is,” Jacob explained.
“Oh. Thanks anyway,” the kid replied. Walking away, the kid stopped as if he had a thought and turned around and grunted “My name is Damien, by the way.”
Nodding, Jacob introduced himself. The kid walked away in search of his building. Jacob breathed a sigh of relief. Well, that wasn’t bad for a first encounter in a new school. Maybe the next four years wouldn’t be as bad as he thought it would be.
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Hm… there wasn’t as much interaction as there probably should have been. Oh well. Maybe I’ll come up with something more substantial tomorrow.