March 11, 2015 § 10 Comments
I thought I would share the following with you. I found it on the internet a long time ago (I would credit but I honestly can’t remember where) I have been using it in my character creation process quite successfully. Depending on the genre you are writing, some questions do not apply but could be altered or ignored.
Once complete it will give you an in depth view of your character.
Hopefully you find it useful too!
I’d love to hear from you if you find this useful so feel free to leave a comment or I am on twitter @jutsuj
Character’s Full Name:
Reason or meaning of name:
Reason for nickname:
How old does s/he appear?:
Glasses or contacts?:
Distinguishable hair feature (bald, receding hairline, etc.):
Type of hair (coarse, fine, thick, etc?):
Type of body/build:
Shape of face:
Most predominant feature:
Resembles (famous or not):
Is s/he healthy?:
If not, why not:
Physical abilities (what is character good at? sports, etc.):
Mode of transportation:
Worst bad habit?:
Type of childhood:
Most important childhood event that still affects him/her:
Booksmart or streetsmart?
Religion and/or religious views and/or tendencies?
Relationship with her:
Relationship with him:
Relationship with each:
Children of Siblings:
Extended family (aunts, uncles, cousins, etc.):
Close to family? Yes/No
Does character have child(ren)?
Are all children with the same partner?
If no, why not? If no, what is the custody arrangement?
How does character relate to his/her child(ren)?
Which child is character’s favorite?
Character’s most favorite memory of his/her child(ren)?
Character’s least favorite memory of his/her child(ren)?
Is relationship with children good?
Is relatioinship with children important to character?
Where does character work?
How many years?
Relationship with co-workers?
Like his/her job?
Why or why not?
Worst thing that could happen to him/her?
What single event would most throw character’s life in complete turmoil?
Character is most at ease when:
Most ill at ease when:
How s/he feels about self:
Past failure s/he would be embarrassed to have people know about:
If granted one wish, what would it be?
Daredevil or cautious?
Same when alone?
Character’s darkest secret:
Does anyone else know?
If yes, did character tell them?
If no, how did they find out?
Greatest source of strength in character’s personality (whether s/he sees it as such or not):
Greatest source of weakness in character’s personality (whether s/he sees it as such or not):
Character’s soft spot:
Is this soft spot obvious to others?
If not, how does character hide it?
Which of the 7 deadly sins does character fight (or give into, willingly or not)?
(lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, pride)
Which of the 7 virtues does your character have (or fight against)?
(chastity, abstinence, leberality, diligence, patience, kindness, humility)
Optimist or pessimist?
Introvert or extrovert?
Drives and motivations?
Talents (hidden or not)?
Extremely skilled at:
Extremely unskilled at:
One word character would use to describe self:
One paragraph description of how character would describe self:
What does character consider best physical characteristic?
What does character consider worst physical characteristic?
Are these realistic assessments?
If not, why not?
How CHARACTER thinks others perceive him/her?
What four things would CHARACTER most like to change about self? (#1 most important, #2 second most important, etc.)
If change #1 was made, would character be as happy as s/he thinks?
If not, why not?
INTERRELATION WITH OTHERS
Is character divorced? Why?
If yes, how many times?
Has character ever cheated on any signficant other?
How does character relate to others?
How is s/he perceived by…
First impression character makes is:
What happens to change this perception?
What do family/friends like most about character?
What do family/friends like least about character?
Long range goal(s):
How does character plan to accomplish goal(s)?
How will other people around character be affected?
How character react in a crisis (calm/panic/etc.)?
How does character face problems?
Kinds of problems character usually runs into:
How does character react to NEW problems?
How does character react to change?
Drives a … :
Where does character live?
With anyone? Yes/No
Where does character want to live?
Spending habits (frugal, spendthrift, etc)?
What does s/he do too much of?
Too little of?
Most prized possession: Why?
Play musical instrument?
How did s/he learn?
Does character like animals?
Owns a computer? Yes/No
If not, why not?
If more than one, each used for…?
Meaning to character:
Uses computer for business, pleasure, both?
Play computer games?
If yes, which game(s)? If yes, how many hours per day?
If so, are they/it multiplayere game/s?
Name used on each game & meaning to character?
List 4 online site(s) (URLs) visited daily?
Person character secretly admires:
Person character was most influenced by:
Most important person in character’s life before story starts:
December 17, 2014 § 1 Comment
It has been a while since my last post I know.
My plans however haven’t changed. I lost quite a lot of what was my writing time to a relationship which I am quite happy about to be honest. It may have interrupted my writing schedule but she makes me very happy 🙂
However, I have found another time slot for my writing schedule now. Since my insomnia seems to be back in full swing again I now have sleepless nights to get my writing done.
So as soon as I am done posting this short personal post, I am sure any of you who follow my writing will be happy to know I am starting my writing back up again.
More short stories to come as well as new pages and at the same time I will once again be working on setting this up as a setting for a Play by Skype / Roll20. D&D 4e setting (do get in touch if you are interested).
I know this post isn’t really much but I would love it if you could share my website with anyone you might think would enjoy it / be interested.
Stay Tuned 🙂
August 19, 2014 § Leave a comment
As you have probably noticed if you follow my posts at all, I have missed a couple of weeks scheduled short story posts. I would say I’d like to make up for them but I know for a fact I would struggle to put out more than I have already due to time constraints.
I have recently started a new relationship with a lovely young lady and it has eaten up a lot of the time that was before completely free to use. I have also recently been tempted to reactivate my Eve Online accounts, which was a massive error. I love that game so much but it is far to addictive for me. I have already stopped myself from playing again. I will never get anything done with that on the go.
Another of my passions has also been sucking up my time, that being animation. Writing and Animating are both things I would love to be able to do professionally I may end up having to combine them if I can’t settle on one. Currently trying to get my hands on a Cintiq 24HD. But they are about £2.4k, so that’s going to take me some time.
I am trying to work myself into a new routine which will allow me to get all of the important things in my life, writing included, done. For the moment please bare with me. I will be continuing. I cannot schedule my posts for the moment though.
On the subject of writing, you’ll be pleased to know that I do have plans. The short stories will continue coming, I have them all planned out. I just need time to write them.
That’s all I have right now. Will try and get a short story up soon.
Catch ya later!
July 28, 2014 § 2 Comments
The following Short Story is the second in the series, set in Tunundul, the world I’ve been building for my fantasy/steampunk novel.
The aim of these short stories is to flesh out the world a little and give a bit more depth to some minor characters (and possibly a couple of the main characters) that you’d come across when I get published.
Comments and Constructive Criticism are very much welcome and encouraged, I would love to hear your feedback on my writing, the characters involved or the setting. I’m on twitter @JutsuJ if you feel like following me. Also, If you happen to know anyone who might enjoy this, I would love if you shared it with them.
Stay tuned for more. I aim to put one of these out every Monday at 12:00(GMT).
Thanks for reading!
The skies above the great city of Escana were full of dark clouds, threatening to pour down on the hustle and bustle bellow at any moment. The clouds grumbled at each other as if discussing when the torrent should begin, disagreeing violently with forks of lightning every so often.
Just bellow the clouds, a mess of airships flew around each other going there separate ways. Most were traders or smugglers ferrying goods from place to place in the hopes of making a miniscule profit on their haul. They docked and undocked around the pier tower, some would have to circle the tower and wait for a pier to become available, for the traders not a moment could be wasted. Get in, do your business and leave again. Especially so for those looking to avoid prying eyes.
Mealr watched the airships from above the clouds, peering through the gaps. He liked to think to himself that he was the reason for their anger. There was nothing the clouds could do to him while he soared above them. He was untouchable. He stood, unconsciously shifting his weight with each passing tick, on the back of his best and most loyal friend.
The Roc’s massive wings stretched out as they skimmed above the clouds. Mealr had raised Thunderfeather since she hatched. they were attuned to each other. Most on lookers would think it some sort of magic linking their minds. When in fact they just new each others expressions, tones of voice, body language to the point that they could have conversations as well as two humanoids would. It isn’t even that she is trained. They simply understand each other.
Mealr saw the airship he was waiting for, the markings down its wooden hull and all over the leather balloon that stretched a little longer than the length of the ship gave it away, it was chugging along slowly, propellers at it’s rear barely pushing it along. Clearly not in any hurry. As soon as his mind confirmed the ships identity, the slight movements he made let Thunder know what to do.
She dove, tucking her colossal wings in tight to her body, piercing through the grumbling clouds, Mealr shifted his weight instinctively as she did so, sinking into a crouch and gently holding around her neck as they darted through the sky faster than most eyes could follow. With his free hand he pulled down a pair of goggles that had been hidden amongst his hair, securing them over his eyes and pulled a scarf up from around his neck to cover his mouth and nose. His long brown leather jacket flapped around behind him like it might be trying to fight it’s way free.
The clouds chased Thunder with lightning as she dove. She twisted and turned to keep from making contact with the forks. Mealr grinned under his scarf and readied himself for Thunder to pull up. As soon as Thunder noticed he was doing so, she followed suit. Her wings snapped open and she straightened out into a silent glide, weaving in an out, dipping and diving between the clutter of airships, all the while Mealr stood strong atop her, unfazed by her evasive manoeuvres as they approached their target from behind.
As they passed other ships Mealr noticed people on the decks staring in disbelief, It was incredibly rare to see a Roc, much less one weaving its way through a busy airship hub, and this one had a man stood on it. There faces a mixture of shock and bafflement. Mealr dismissed each one of them with casual waves and half arsed salutes, and little nods of acknowledgement as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Now they were in the clear, all but one ship was behind them. The airship ahead of them was named Harsh Skies. This ship was a floating miracle. The fact that it hadn’t fallen out of the sky already. It was in the worst shape, and now that they were closer he could hear it’s steam engine struggling and clunking.
In reality however, he had heard from reliable sources, this was the Prince Regent’s personal hauler. He picked the most dilapidated looking piece of junk possible. That way, should he ever need to move an item or items of extreme value, which could often be the case, they would be perfectly safe, hidden from the eyes of those looking for a ship befitting a Prince Regent.
Thunderfeather moved close enough making slight adjustments with her wings to keep level, avoiding the rear propellers, that Mealr could climb aboard, which he did. He climbed stealthy up the side of the ship and swung himself over the banisters. Thunder dove away from the old airship as soon as Mealr was safely aboard. His eyes scanned over the deck. Crouching slightly as he stepped along the wooden decking. listening for anything that he would need to hide from.
Mealt made his way over the deck to a ladder which lead into the bowls or the ship. He shook his head. No security? he thought to himself, “The must be confident nobody would ever bother stopping this ship” That confidence was rightly so very few people knew about this ship and one of those had leaked it to Mealr’s contact. They’d been doing precious cargo runs for years this way, so he’d been told.
He dropped down into the lower deck. The red hot engine chugged away, pumping steam, sets of rusted pistons linked to the rear propellers. past the engine room was one solitary door. Mealr crept up to it and tried to listen at it. It was impossible for him to make anything out, the noise of the engine drowned everything out. He nodded to himself after having a brief conversation in his head about what to do next. The only thing he could do.
He opened the door as slowly and gently as possible, cringing as he hoped it would creak against itself. He peaked around the door as soon as there was room for his head, on seeing the other side he sighed and pushed the door open without a care.
“Are there no guards anywhere on this damned boat?” he said aloud, confident that the engine would cover for him.
This room was different to the rest of the ship. It actually looked like a room a Royal would be quite happy to spend a few hours in. without feeling the need to bathe. In e centre sat a ornate looking table and laid a top it was a long sword like he’d never seen before. He grinned and reached his hand out to the hilt. He knew exactly what this was and he’d finally had a chance to get it back after years of waiting, watching and patiently scheming. The blade of this sword was not metal but purist Obsidian. A material so dark and so beautiful that the light around it was absorbed. He stood mesmerized by it swinging it slow back and for in front of him.
He shook the feeling away and focused on leaving the ship. He made his way topside taking the sword with him. No guards in sight still he made his way towards the helm at the bow. It looked like a tiny wooden room door-less archways in each side, a window in the front and solid wood on the rear. perfect for him to sneak behind, getting a good look at the single pilot and the ship controls. Which of course he did. The pilot looked like some old man from the streets. Although it wouldn’t surprise him if it was an act to fit the look of this ship. As for the controls, pretty standard.
He leant around the opposite side and thumped on the wood a couple of times. “What in the name of…” was all he head from inside. He stepped quickly around the other side and in the doorway now behind the pilot. He through the controls into positions he knew would send he airship spiralling towards the ground and then proceeded to destroy them,
By the time the old man knew what was happening it was too late. He turned to see Mealr standing up in front of what now might as well be fire wood. His mouth agape, “Whatcha think yer doin lad?” He scratched at his head as he looked down at the mess.
“Sorry old man, has to be this way or he’d know it was thefted.” Mealr replied clutching the sword tight in his hands.
“But… but you’ve gone an killed us both now!” the old man exclaimed. Mealr just smiled and cleared his throat quite loudly, “Speak for ya self old man…” he turned and waved and with a slight jog threw himself over the edge of the ship, closing his yes. He began counting backwards in his head as he fell through the air. 4.. 3… 2… 1.. He braced himself slightly and…. Nothing. He opened his eyes now worried. looking frantically around in search for Thunderfeather. Mealr spotted her off a ways, chasing down an eagle. Never stops eating! he thought. “Hey!” He screamed as loud as he could.
Thunderfeather responded immediately, throwing her wings out to bring her to a stop and then falling into a back flip. She screeched as if to let him know she was coming. Worry filled her eyes. If Rocs could shed tears she would have. Her powerful wings beat a few times to pick up as much speed as she could muster before tucking them in tight and diving towards Mealr. He was getting too close to the ground. At this rate, even if she reached him, she wouldn’t be able to pull up in time.
But that didn’t stop her…
July 24, 2014 § 2 Comments
I have recently been asked what sort of plans I have for my writing. Where I would like to take it eventually and what sort of schedule I stick to, to accomplish the goals I set myself.
I thought I’d make a blog post out of it so here we go 🙂
Ever since I was young I wanted to tell stories. My love for fantasy writing stemmed from The Hobbit. it was the first book I read on my own (rather than with one of my parents). After The Hobbit I went straight into LotR. This took me quite some time to get though at the age of 7, mostly hindered by early bedtimes, my eyes could only take so much reading by torchlight under the sheets.
As you can imagine I didn’t stop there and I went on to become a lover of science fiction, Jules Verne and Douglas Adams being my favorites. Jules Verne is the main source of my love for Steampunk.
I went on writing my little short stories and started combining all the ideas that I’d gathered in my head. The world I’ve built is the same one I started building in my head when I was a child. I have been slowly adding and developing it as time went by. Nearly 20 years later and I still have the same ideas floating around in my head.
I want to show you all the world I have built in my mind. I don’t want to write one book, nor do I want to write a trilogy. What I want is to show you the whole world.
I realize I am getting wayyyy ahead of myself. I still haven’t finished the first draft of my first novel. However, I have colossal dreams, and a vivid imagination. The first book or two will be adventure. I already have most of the story I’m currently writing worked out.
After that adventure has ended, I plan to write something else in the same world. A mystery novel perhaps, Then a romance perhaps? a comedy? a horror story? I want to use my world as the setting for a wide range of different stories and ideas, some of them may happen years apart. Others may set during exactly the same time periods. I very much like the idea of doing character crossovers/cameos from separate stories.
So there are my plans. As for my schedule, I get off work most days about half 3, 4-ish. I like to come home, have a relaxing shower and then get in at least an hours worth of solid writing. sometime I’ll go straight to the coffee shop with my laptop after I get done with work. Sometimes it isn’t even possible due to having to socialize. I have given up a gaming addiction to make this possible. I smashed my PS3 and my 360 and I stopped renewing my Eve Online account, for which is was a looooong time player, and started using my time for writing instead.
Yesterday I hit the 28k mark and my goal is to get to 60k at least. I’m not pushing myself to finish by a certain date. I’m just keeping going making sure I’m writing something whenever I can. My short stories which I’ll be continuing to do will help me a huge amount. Not towards my word count but just help me have something written down, rather than waiting to be written, it also fleshes out the world and hopefully draws interest for potential future readers.
So that’s the plan and the schedule that keeps me writing.
Commets / Questions very much welcome 🙂
Next short story will be up Monday at 12:00 GMT.
Thanks for reading!
July 19, 2014 § 2 Comments
The following Short Story is the first of many, set in the world I’ve created(Tunundul) for my fantasy/steampunk novel. The aim is to flesh out the world a little and give a bit more depth to some minor characters (and possibly a couple of the main characters) that you’d come across when I get published.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on the characters/setting or any constructive criticism you may have.
I also have a world map to give a little more depth to the world which will eventually have it’s own page when I get around to it (procrastination is my worst enemy)
I hope you enjoy. Any comments you are welcome to leave below, alternatively you can follow me on Twitter @JutsuJ or use the contact form in the contact section.
Also, If you happen to know anyone who might enjoy this, I would love if you shared it with them. More to come 🙂 (sorry, I’m rambling)
Thanks for reading!
For some time now animal life steered clear of Mulsoa Forest’s depths. Almost as if they feared whatever was lurking there, and with good reason. In the forest’s deepest part a small clearing sat in silence with a solitary cottage in the center. A sky blue mist clung to the ground, anyone steeping in it would struggle to see their own feet. The smell, that is the smell of death, seeped out from the clearing and wherever the smell went the mist followed closely behind.
The clearing hugged tight to the cottage and candle light flickered out from it’s tiny windows. Inside, a skinny, dark haired young man, dressed in long white medical overalls and adoring a strange set of spectacles worked frantically at a workbench of sorts. His fingers occasionally flicking over minuscule switches along his spectacles rim causing various lenses of different magnifications and colors to fall into place.
Every piece of wall space seemed to be covered in shelves holding jars containing all manner of things. Some contained herbs and various other plants. Other larger containers seemed to be preserving a variety of body organs, and the odd glass tank here and there contained whole body parts, at least one and full persons worth, although clearly they didn’t all belong to the same person, or species for that matter. Close to where his work bench lay, small shelves full of tiny jars were scattered around full of small pills. More than likely his most commonly used.
A puddle of blood grew on his bench ever so slightly, dripping occasionally down to the cobbled stone floor. This was clearly some manner of Doctor and patient situation. His overalls were splashed here and there with blood, both old stains and fresh spatters. His hands were working delicately on the amputated arm of a man, this seemed to be the source of all the blood. The grunts and moans of pain that could be heard almost every time the Doctor made the slightest of moves with his long fingers, would suggest that the patient was awake.
A socket of sorts protruded from what was left of the mans arm, just bellow the elbow where the bone would have been. The doctor carefully made adjustments to it, making sure it was securely bolted into the skin. He set his tool down on the bench, it looked like a horrific device, like his spectacles, many switches along it’s length would cause one tool to flip out and be replaced by another.
The Doctor disappeared into a small back room and reached up to one of the highest shelves. Even with his height of 6ft he couldn’t quite reach. He sighed to himself and darted back into the main room where his patient lay groaning, he grabbed a small stool and rushed back to the shelf he was trying to reach. Placing it down, he hopped up onto it excitedly. He whipped dust cloth off and his eyes lit up as he examined the device on the shelf, a bronze forearm with pistons and pipes along it’s length. On one part some letters were inscribed in the common tongue which read: Dr. Reginald Qu’s – Armed & Dangerous
Gently picking it up and carefully stepping down from the stool he looked it over. He held in his hands a mechanical arm each of the fingers as well as the wrist seemed to be connected to a series of pistons and each of the pistons formed the body of the arm, connecting to a fitting at the end which looked like it would fit his patients socket perfectly. He chuckled to himself. This was the first time in a long while he’d had the chance to try one of his devices on a living subject. He remembered back to his last attempt, a small street urchin that nobody would have missed from a nearby town whom he had lured to his home in the forest. The boy didn’t have the pain threshold for the procedure and the replacement arm didn’t even work how it was supposed to. An expression of horror over how badly it went crept onto his face and he quickly shook it away replacing it with a smile, This was the forth try overall and he was feeling slightly more confident this time.
He stepped back into the main room and placed the arm on the bench lining it up carefully with the mans stump. “Now…” He said, holding his breath as he considered what was about to happen. Trying not to get his hopes up as his work was, hopefully, about to come to fruition. “…This may hurt a tad, and as you know I’m all out of pain suppre..”. The patient interrupted him with a low gravely voice, he shouted through gritted teeth “Get it ovur with!” The man on the bench seemed to draw as much focus as he could to glare at the doctor. It only lasted a few seconds before he had to let his head roll back to rest on the table and take a deep breath, clearly in agony already.
“As you wish Mr. Rasmussen…” The Doctor replied in a tone that said don’t say I didn’t warn you. He flicked his fingers over a couple of switches on his spectacles and the lenses switched around to be replaced with clear glass.
He grabbed the mans stump and the patient growled. Then he slid the mechanical arm up and the socket slid into the matching fitting and he twisted it a little locking it into place like he would a light bulb. The man screamed and did his best to cut the scream off as soon as he was able. Deep breathing, teeth grinding and low growls followed as the pain subsided.
The pistons began to hiss and move and as they did so, the fingers and wrist followed suit. The Doctor grinned “Ha!” He exclaimed. “Try making a fist?” He suggested. The man did so with ease. “Fantastic! Now, try moving all of your fingers and your hand like you would normally be able to?”
The pistons hissed a little as he did so and steam began to emerge from a vent near the socket. Doctor Qu bent over and examined all the moving parts one by one. “Seems to be working just fine!” He stood up straight and an ear to ear grin flashed to his face. “Now obviously you won’t be able to feel anything with this” he said looking down and shaking it, as if trying to gesture towards what he meant. Rasmussen growled through gritted teeth once more as he did so. “Oh… sorry” he said after realizing the poor fellow was still in pain.
Rasmussen began to sit himself up, Qu assisted him and began talking again “You must remember to let your arm heal before using this… Do.. Not… Lift anything ot lean on anything with my arm until you feel the pain has gone. By that time it will be healed and you go about your business as usual..” He paused to make sure he had eye contact with Rasmussen before continuing “…If you use it before it is healed, the wound will tear open again and the socket and all my hard work will be ruined. And you Mr..” he poked his chest with two fingers “..You will be lying in a puddle of blood and bleeding out before you can say…” He paused again as he searched his mind for a suitable large and difficult to pronounce word, quickly giving up he hurriedly added “…pretty damn quickly OK. Only whatever God you pray too will be able to help you then”.
Rasmussen nodded in understanding “Fine..” He said impatiently. “How lon till av healed?” Qu shrugged with his lips and then nodded to himself “You should be fine in about two span, but like I said before, once it’s comfortable, once the pain stops, then try it.” he rummaged around in a draw under his workbench and pulled out a long piece of material tying both ends to each other. “Here is a sling, you can use it to support your arm until it is ready to use.” He threw it over him and helped him put his arm in it.
Rasmussen swung his legs around and slid himself of the bench. standing up straight he was a clear 7 inches taller than the Doctor. he was broad and seemed to be made entirely of muscle, and now metal. Qu helped him get dressed and swung his long coat over his shoulders after only getting the one of his arms into it. The other coat sleeve hung lifeless on his left side. With his good hand he dug deep into one of his coats pockets and pulled out a large purse, he weighed it momentarily in his hand before tossing it towards the Doctor who caught it in his chest with a thud “Da gold in ther shud cuver da cost plenty…” It was easily more than Qu was thinking of charging by a large amount so he didn’t argue. When he looked up from the coin purse Rasmussen had already opened the door, tuning back he nodded at the doctor and stepped outside walking silently out into the dead of night.
Qu dropped the purse on the workbench and raced over to the open door, shouting after him “Feel free to come back any time you need further replacements or modifications! Tell your friends! Doctor Reginald Qu at your service! Provided you have gold of course, otherwise you’ll be at my service!” He fell silent and watched Rasmussen disappeared between the thick trees, not once acknowledging him. He swung the door shut and turned on his heel flicking a switch by the door as he did so. A loud series of clunking and grinding noises followed as which seemed to emanate from the door itself.
He sat himself down in his soft leather chair, not bothering to clean up and began to doze off sighing happily to himself he said “Ahhh, another satisfied customer…” and let his eyelids fall shut. A cold breeze made its way around the room seemingly from nowhere and in his ear he head the whisper of a woman’s voice, her breath felt icy against his skin. Her voice was beautiful, gentle and delicate “The first satisfied customer you mean” She said playfully with a slight giggle.
His eyes shot open as though he’d only just noticed her presence, they flicked around the room searching for the voices owner but found nothing and immediately he let out a frustrated sigh “Oh Gods… Not you again…”