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Countdown to Addergoole Year 9: Character Development Meme

52 44 Days To 52 Weeks

For the 52 days leading up to the 52 weeks of Addergoole: Year 9, I will be posting something Addergoole-related every day.

Today: parts of a character development meme!

Wylie
1.) Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?

Wylie lived with a man who was, biologically, his mother, and the woman who foster-mothered him. He believes them to be his mom and dad and has never met his biological father (nor do I think they’d get along).

He had a decent childhood and grew up generally happy – not spoiled and not rich, but not starved or neglected and not poor, either. His parents provided more discipline than he thought was appropriate, trying to tame his unruliness and trying to prepare him to be sent away. Neither worked well, but the practice will serve him well in the long term.

His foster-mother has always treated him as her own, and raised him with his older sister Kendra and his baby sister (who will be in Addergoole Year 12 or 13) as a family. As far as she’s concerned, he’s family. His “father” has always been a bit confused by him – he feels he’s a bit of a cuckoo’s egg, distractible and hyperactive where Cedric is level-headed and straightforward – but has done his best to love him and parent him properly despite that.

One week into Addergoole, they’ve gotten Wylie’s hastily-scribbled postcard, mailed off a care package, and aren’t sure if they should be worried or not.

Timora
2.) What are your characters most prominent physical features?

Before the Change, Timora’s long dishwater-blonde hair and her coltish long legs counted as her most prominent features, although she almost always hid her legs behind long Little-House-on-the-Prairie skirts.

After her Change, her hooves and tail are likely more prominent, although she maintains the hair (just blue now) and the very nice legs.

Noam
3.) Name one scar your character has, and tell us where it came from. If they don’t have any, is there a reason?

Most of Noam’s small scars were erased by the Change; the butterfly markings across his torso and face actually altered his skin, bringing it back to baby-smoothness while they covered it with brilliant patterns.

Noam was more than a bit of a nerd in his old school, but he had the not-entirely-uncommon distinction of being an attractive nerd. He was never a sports-team joiner, or really much of any sort of joiner, but he and some of his friends in school did play back yard football or whatever other excuse to run around in the mud.

Thus, he has his share of small scars – the dime-sized scar on his thigh where his friend Max Fralick accidentally stabbed him with a piece of wood, the long slice mark across his forearm where he fell in a junkyard, the three burn marks on his shoulder from a mishap with a model rocket.

Of all the things the Change wrought in him, he dislikes the loss of that scar the most.

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Countdown to Addergoole Year 9: Timora

52 45 Days To 52 Weeks

For the 52 days leading up to the 52 weeks of Addergoole: Year 9, I will be posting something Addergoole-related every day.

Today I present to you Timora!

Timora is a shy, uncertain girl who reached her height (5 foot 7 inches) quickly and the rest of her growth more slowly, making her awkward and uncertain around her classmates. Added to a generally retiring nature – in a family full of loud and boisterous people, she has always been the quiet one – this generally led people to misunderstand her name as a pun for “timid.”

Her brother, Smitty, tried to tell her about Addergoole. He was hampered by first the geas, second by the fact that his experiences at the school were some of the mildest around, and third by their six-year age gap and his long absence from home during Timora’s formative years. She is left understanding that there is a family legacy relating to the school, and that there are animals to spend time with there.

(Click link for more).

Timora originally appeared in Fae-bane and Frying Pans, Etc..

And, today, if you would like to ask Timora any question, at any point up to the end of Frying Pans, Etc., feel free!

The first two question-and-answer sessions are still open as well:
46 to Go: Porter (LJ)
47 to go: Wylie (LJ)

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Countdown to Addergoole Year 9: Porter

52 46 Days To 52 Weeks

For the 52 days leading up to the 52 weeks of Addergoole: Year 9, I will be posting something Addergoole-related every day.

Today I present to you Porter!

Arts by Inventrix and Arts by Anke

Porter is a cheerful, friendly guy with curly hair, a broad smile, and a fondness for noir detective movies. In his second year at Addergoole now, he sports a Siberian tiger Change that leaves his hair and face striped and gives him the ears and tail of said tiger.

Porter originally appeared in Frying Pans, Etc..

And, today, if you would like to ask Porter any question, at any point up to the end of Frying Pans, Etc., feel free!

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Countdown to Addergoole Year 9: Wylie

52 47 Days To 52 Weeks

For the 52 days leading up to the 52 weeks of Addergoole: Year 9, I will be posting something Addergoole-related every day.

Today I present to you Wylie!

Art by herminion

Wylie is a middling-heighted boy with middling-brown hair and a middling build, with average grades and an average athletic ability. On paper, he is an entirely ordinary fifteen-year-old boy. (click link for more description).

His parents have told him that Addergoole is a school for “gifted” children, by which he believes they mean “disobedient and distractable.”

Wylie originally appeared in Pissing Away Time.

And, today, if you would like to ask Wylie any question, at any point up to the end of Pissing Away Time, feel free!

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Monster Camp

For @DaHob’s Prompt

Finnegan is a character in Addergoole

Efrosin, Niassa, and Arna are characters in Addergoole Year Nine.

After Ghost story (LJ) and Seeing Ghosts (LJ).

Doug was waiting at the gates when the last campers had been packed off.

“Did good,” he told them, in a rough grunt. Finnegan and Efrosin shared a glance, and then looked back at the man.

“Thanks,” Finnegan offered. “Even…”

“Very good.” He nodded sharply. “So. How long before college?”

“Three years.” Efrosin was, Finnegan had noticed, a bit of a smartass. Then again, being Shiva’s brother, he supposed that made sense.

“Three weeks. I go back just before Eff goes back to Addergoole.”

“Got more camp for you two.”

“I was kinda hoping for a vacation…” He wasn’t sure what the younger kid had been hoping for. Maye more camp was perfect for him.

Doug shrugged. “Don’t want to kill monsters? Fine with me.”

“Oh,wait!” He stepped forward, almost reaching for the man. “Monster hunting? Like…”

“Yeah. Like them. Running a training session, you two, couple others. Figure you know all the book stuff already, considering.”

“Yeah. Considering.” Considering his first-year Keeper and her sisters had been Addergoole’s primary monster hunters while they were in the school. Efrosin, he wasn’t so sure about, but the kid had potential. “Who else?”

“You’ll see. You in or out?”

Efrosin was, he realized, looking at him to answer first. Finnegan weighed the idea in his head, comparing spend three weeks monster hunting to spend three weeks reading bad books and playing in the water.

“Yeah, I’m in.” He’d have his whole life to play in the water.

“Me, too.” The way Efrosin moved closer to him made him wonder if the boy had a crush on him. He’d Kept another guy last year, after all, thanks to his sister’s interference. “Shiva…”

“She’ll be there. Come on, you’re all packed.”

~

Efrosin hadn’t realized how out of shape he was until he was put up against Doug’s training camp. Leo would love this; maybe next year he’d talk Doug into letting Boom – or part of Boom, maybe one at a time? – attend. Efrosin… well, he was a lazy tomcat, to quote his mother, his sisters, and anyone else who knew him. And compared to the rest of the people here, he was a scrawny out-of-shape runt.

“Come on, midget, keep running.” Niassa grabbed his arm and urged him over the obstacle course. “Look, once you get through Dad’s Basic Training, nothing will ever look like a real challenge again.”

“I’ll be dead, I won’t need challenges.” He let her haul him over one hurdle, and then, pride pricked, took the next two on his own. “I don’t think I belong here.”

“Move your feet, Arna!” Doug’s shout echoed over the course. “Finnegan, it doesn’t care if it can’t see you!” He took his eyes off the course to stare at the others, or at where Finnegan ought to be, at least.

“Watch out!” Niassa gave him a shove; Efrosin jumped four feet in the air, missed the water trap, and landed on a tree branch, looking down at her, resisting the urge to hiss in indignation.

The lean girl only laughed. “We’ve got our skills and you’ve got yours. You’ll do fine, once you stop whining and pay attention. Come on, I’ll race you to the end.”

“No fair, you’ve got wings.” But he was already going, skittering down the tree branch. Maybe he’d manage to get another “did good” before the summer was over.

Maybe even from Finnegan.

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Seeing Ghosts

For wyld_dandelyon‘s prompt

Finnegan is a characters in Addergoole

After Ghost Story (LJ)

Finnegan was woken in the middle of the night by a hand on his shoulder. For a brief moment, he forgot where he was, who he was, everything but the sensation of a midnight wake-up. He expected to hear Allyse’s purr in his ear: Trouble. Back later. Stay here; waiting orders.

Instead, it was a soft whisper, gentler than his Keeper had ever been. “Finn? Finnegan, wake up. I can’t find Brenna.” That was Aimee’s voice. Aimee, not Allyse. A world apart and then some.

He blinked into wakefulness, hoping he hadn’t gone invisible, or, if he had, that the other counselor hadn’t noticed. “I’m awake.” He tilted his head towards the cabin exit, counted his own campers – six, good. Six heads, six beds, and a heat signature to match each head. Brenna had been getting friendly with his camper Jose; that’s probably why the other counselor had come for him.

She was waiting outside for him. Barely older than the campers herself; last year, she’d been a camper, making wide flirty eyes at Finnegan. He’d been too broken last year, to even contemplate it; this year, they were too busy to have time to flirt. Funny how life did that.

“She was there when I checked at ten, but when I woke up at midnight, she was gone. The rest of my girls are sound asleep, but I thought maybe she’d gone off with Jose.”

“He’s still in his bed. Doesn’t mean he didn’t set her up, though.” Finnegan felt like a heel, especially at the hurt look on Aimee’s face. “It’s not the first time one of them’s done something like that – tell the other girl or guy they’d meet them somewhere at midnight, and then blow them off or forget all about it. I can see Jose doing it.”

“They’re just kids, Finnegan.”

“Trust me, fourteen isn’t a kid anymore. Not when it comes to sheer manipulation and cynicism.” He decided not to mention how barely past that she was herself. “I’d try up at the top of the hill.”

“By the fence?” She was scared, bless her heart. Finnegan sighed.

“There’s not really a heart-eating monster up there, you know.”

“I know! It’s just…”

“Come on. I’ll hold your hand.” He’d been kidding, but was unsurprised when she clung to the hand he offered like it was a lifeboat. “This happens all the time, Aimee. Didn’t you used to wander off at night?”

“I know what I was doing, too.” He could see her blush even in the moonlight; the Kwxe Working he had up meant he could feel it, too.

“So let’s see who she’s doing it with.”

The hike up the hill was treacherous even in daytime, miserable at night, but the moon was full, and clever Aimee had brought a flashlight. It didn’t stop her from leaning on his arm, but, then again, he hadn’t expected it to. He didn’t mind; she had a sort of softness and neediness that seemed even more appealing when compared to his nightmares of Allyse and her sisters.

“Oh, god, oh, help…” the voice was thin and reedy, panicked sounding but as if the speaker was trying not to be too long. Whispering for help? “Someone, please…”

“That’s Brenna.” Aimee pulled ahead, turning to make sure Finnegan was keeping up. He followed dutifully, muttering a whole series of Workings under his breath as he went there.

He didn’t need to have bothered. The girl was there, all right, in just the place where generations of campers before her had found a loose spot in the fence and made it bigger, right on the other side from the foundation of the old cottage. She was crouched low to the ground, her heat signature way higher than it ought to be. And she seemed to have done something very weird with her hair…

No. Finnegan stopped, staring carefully at the girl. No. That wasn’t a weird hair-do, that was a crest. Three rows of crest, as a matter of fact, like some sort of fish. And she wasn’t whispering, she was gasping for air.

“No,” he groaned. How was he going to explain this to Aimee? She was as mundane as you could get; all she was going to see was an unhappy girl, not one drowning on dry land.

Explain later, he decided. He scooped up the girl. “We have to get her into the water. Tub in the counselor’s bathroom is closer than the lake. Move!”

She moved, running faster than he’d thought possible, especially in those stupid flip-flops. She jetted down the hill, Finnegan muttering desperate little Meentik Yaku Working at the girl, wishing he could handle more than an alpha-level when it came to Create.

And then she was in the tub, and they were pouring water over her, and then, only then, bless her heart, did Aimee ask, in a shaking voice, “does she have…gills?”

Brenna is a character in Addergoole Year Nine!

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Excerpt – from the Character Development Meme – Timora, Year 9

Timora

24.) What might your character’s ideal romantic partner be?
Timora wants a white knight. She wants a truly nice man who sees her for the lovely soul she is and doesn’t mind that she doesn’t look like the popular girls; she wants someone who wants long walks on the beach and gentle kisses and will rescue her and carry her off on his horse.

They read you Cinderella
You hoped it would come true
That one day your Prince Charming would come rescue you
http://www.elyrics.net/read/j/john-michael-montgomery-lyrics/i-can-love-you-like-that-lyrics.html

Failing a fairy tale, she wants a nice guy who likes spending time outdoors and won’t make fun of her.

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Rough Description, Miryam

Miryam has a Meez!

http://www.nndb.com/people/543/000101240/
http://www.hlisted.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/amerie.jpg(face shape)
http://myproductjunkie.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-out-your-curls.html (hair)

Miryam is a petite girl, barely topping 5 foot tall, with full lips and a generous smile. She generally wears the corkscrew curls of her hair pulled back from her face and down to her shoulder blades in the back.

She’s a buxom, hippy girl, with a body shape sometimes described as coke-bottle: full, high breasts, very narrow waist, and full hips.

Her wings are similar to a luna moth’s:
http://storage.wildobs.com/rangerous/mediums/DSCN3988.JPG
(warning: moth picture); she has two antennae (also green), similar to this or this (warning: moth picture on the second link) The antennae come out over her ears, near the curve of her skull

She tends to wear halter-necked or very-low-backed shirts to accommodate the wings, and short skirts because she likes them: a dress like this or a skirt like this with a top like this.

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Wylie, More description

Full description, including personality here

Wylie is a middling-heighted boy (5’9”) with middling-brown hair and a middling build, with average grades and an average athletic ability. On paper, he is an entirely ordinary fifteen-year-old boy.

Physically, he’s pale-skinned and freckles, with blue eyes and pouty lips (not that he pouts much), still out-growing his baby fat in face and stomach, and tends towards plain t-shirts and loose-fitting jeans, or, when his mother has been fussing, plain button-down shirts and loose-fitting khakis. If he has to engage in a sport, he prefers lacrosse.

http://www.canstockphoto.com/models/model-19271

He has coyote ears in place of his human ears, in generally the same position as his human ears were, and a fluffy coyote tail http://www.allwildlifecontrol.com/images/coyote-3.jpg.

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Excerpt 4 tonight: from Addergoole: Year 9 (the serial)

From my upcoming serial, Addergoole: Year Nine (52 Weeks, 52 Stories).

Some of them liked to pretend they didn’t. Some tried to say it was all the students’ choice, and they mustn’t do anything at all to influence it, even think about it. Some said let nature take its course.

Shira had been a hunter, a trapper, long before she’d been a teacher.

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