Sir Kohran wrote:I've been writing a lot over the years and yet I can never seem to write a decent, interesting main character for the plot to follow - they all come across as cliches; whether it's the reluctant hero, the naive hero, the anti-hero, the misunderstood hero...they all come across as flat and dull. How can I (and other writers in general) inject some life and interest into them?
Glencaer wrote:That being said, sometimes a few cliches aint SO bad
Maedhros wrote:I agree on many points with Formendacil here, some funny quirks and a good backstory really helps.
Also, if you want an interesting protagonist insanity can be a really powerful tool. A character hearing the voice of a "god" or a dead loved one which tells him what to do could become very interesting... Or just let him be extremely paranoid, hearing footsteps everywhere.....
I also really like depressed and sad characters, most often when they start as "normal" and then sort of fall when their loved ones die around them. A closely related character is the one who ends up hateful as the story unfolds (*cough*Anakin Skywalker*cough*). This might have to do with the fact that I´m a sucker for angsty stories though....
Remyth wrote:They were just about going to set up camp when the rear-guard, set there to watch for anything suspicious, report a sound like that of horse hooves. Theyrus, being the leader, immediately went back to listen for himself. All the sudden, a barrage of arrows flew past them. This was aimed at the group in front. Although only 5 arrows met their targets, it was enough to startle the living daylights out of them all. No creatures thus far had used to much as a stick. Then Theyrus heard it; the Silver-Hawks war horn. He knew that they were out-numbered and out-armed. He quickly leaped into the forest, motioning for the others to do the same.
At this time, a second wave of arrows came. Seven hit their targets this time. They were closer. The Uneben Stamm had only 11 people left. The sound of horse-hooves was heard again. Theyrus looked onto the road to see what was happening. Suddenly, he heard a cry from his left. He spun that way, seeing close to 50 horse-men charging at them. The cry had come from the Rear-guard. Theyrus easily swooped up into the saddle of a horse and knocked the guy down to the ground in one swift motion. His companions were not as talented, or as lucky. Three fell with the first charge. Only 8 left, thought Theyrus, angrily. The Silver Hawks turned around and began to charge again. This time, they seemed a little less organized. Theyrus took out 3 alone. The Silver-Hawks now had a force of 30 men. They Silver-Hawks charged again. They slew the 6 remaining men, and captured Schon, who was the only girl left alive. Theyrus was knocked from his captured horse before this, and fell heavily to the ground. The Silver-Hawks must of thought he was dead, for they went home after this.
When Theyrus awoke, he found that his friends had all been slain. Then he noticed that Schon was missing. Anger rolled through him like thunder in the mountains. He gave out a cry that startled beasts ten miles away. For about four or five hours, Theyrus sat around and cried to himself. That’s right, he cried, cried like nobody thought anyone could ever cry. When Theyrus finally got some of his former wit back, he preformed a quick service for his fallen friends. When this was completed, he started out to follow the now long-cold and well-hidden trail of the Silver-Hawks. He knew nothing else that he could do.
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