A Small Note

I’ve never written romance. I’ve never known how to go about it.

And now I’ve…kind of started shipping my own characters. Is this weird? I would be excited because this means that I find them interesting and beyond my control (I LOVE this, I once wrote a story which I thought would have a long and exciting plot and got taken over by the main character and the climax became about her internal struggles and the story ended way early, but I digress)  but I have no idea how to proceed. Do I add romance? Do I hint at it? Do I ignore it?

I don’t know where this is going. At all. I suppose I will let the characters drive it. Hopefully they will figure it out themselves. 🙂

Anyway, this post is quickly running out of point, and so I will stop it. IF I end up with romantic plotlines and IF they are terrible, consider this an advance apology.



Character Sketches

So today I felt like doing some descriptions of characters because I hadn’t much yet. I typed these up on a whim, and they maybe do not make all that much sense in hindsight, but these are the kind of images I would draw if I was any good at that. Basically my idea was to try and capture a piece of the person’s character in their appearance, and so that is why some of the descriptions kind of ramble into strange territory sometimes. So here they are, the members of the council. (A note: most of them are at least similar to how I pictured them back in sixth grade, but with more detail. I used to have a notebook of pen sketches I made at that time, and although it was lost/destroyed some time ago, I still have some of those images in my head.)


Nora’s hair was dark, straight except for pieces around her face which curled irritatingly, just enough so that she could constantly see them out of the corner of her eye. Her nose poked up in a perky way above a thin face with prominent cheek bones. Her lips were puffy and nearly always chapped. Her eyes were gray and sometimes seemed lighter than they actually were due to her dark eyebrows and long eyelashes. She was just over five feet tall, and so always carried her chin a little high to make herself look taller.


The Usomian practice of women never cutting their hair was one of the only ones Zena followed without complaint. Her hair was a smooth brown which moved lightly and easily with a turn of her head and was always simple to braid. She had the round face of her mother, but the long nose and sharp eyebrows of her father, also with a strong jawbone.  She had a very light complexion, even in her long-fingered hands. Her eyes were light brown and clear, similar to her hair. She was tall like her brother, and used that to every advantage she could.


Everything about Sheen proclaimed her heritage. She had the dark skin and plain brown hair of a sneak elf, and was slender as well. Her eyes were brown as well. Both Zena and Sheen had very distinctive movements that signified their confidence, Zena was graceful and stately, everything done for a reason, every motion deliberate. Sheen’s eyes were always darting from place to place, and a million little movements made each action. Her features were clear cut and simple, yet connected at the same time. Her eyebrows curved just slightly, flowing into the lines of her nose, under which her mouth sat small and precise. Sheen was a perfectly constructed puzzle of many pieces, which all fit together leaving no loose bits or awkward angles.


He had a very oval face, where everything was lined up from his hair, which was brown and spent most of its time standing straight up, to his chin. His cheekbones stuck out, but his cheeks below them were rounded, balancing out the picture. His eyes were blue, courtesy of his father, and appeared to be sunken into his face a little bit due to his eyelids, which were puffy, but not in an obvious way. He had barely any facial hair to speak of. He was broad-shouldered and a medium height, about the same as that of Sheen.


His hair was blond and short, combed carefully every day. His eyes were gray and his eyebrows arched, giving him a scholarly look, especially when he raised them. His nose was flat at the end and he had smooth cheeks as well, as he kept them neatly shaved according to custom. He was tall and slow moving like many Kenezian men, radiating dignity.

Zena and Sheeno/Sheena/Sheen

I put these two together because, in the original story, they arrived together and were the two characters who I didn’t even attempt to develop. (Nora, Petto, Jhacks, Bob, the Tangas, and Cragg all got their share of minimal, badly written development.) This makes me kind of sad because I set them up with the most interesting backgrounds. Also, in the re-imagined version, Sheen is the only one who can stand Zena.

Zena is an Usomian. People call them “godlings” because of the polytheistic nature of their religion, and a creation myth that involves humans being descendants of the gods. Usome is part of a hate triangle of religions involving Usome, Laios, and Kenezai. Usome is what I’d call a sexist religion because it socially dictates women to certain roles and men to others. They view men and women as equal but separate. (I still think it’s sexist, but a step up from Kenezai.) Zena, who wants to pursue politics, a strictly masculine role, is somewhat of a joke on the Ledges. The adult drafting is a good thing for her because she is able to achieve this goal. Zena’s character is actually not altered all the much between versions as she is still a strong leader. The difference is how people react to her.

In the original story, Sheeno was introduced and then forgotten about except when she was needed militarily. She arrived with Zena, but was then bumped out as her best friend by Nora.

(About her name: I really hate Sheeno, so I reverted to Sheena ((the girl who inspired sheeno picked the name by stealing from another who’d dubbed herself Sheena. Sheena later became the inspiration for Onie the tanga, who I am not sure I will be transferring as of now.)) However, I didn’t want to have Zena and Sheena, ((Zena is pronounced ZEEna)) so I decided that Sheena calls herself Sheen in a act of rebellion against her stereotypical name. Sheen is the truest feminist of my strong-female-character story.)

Sheena is a member of group of people from the Hokfeal forest. At the moment I don’t think that they are, technically speaking, a different “race” from other people, apart from a tendency toward darker skin, and the snow mountains are such a melting pot of different cultures and, more importantly, the attitudes they have toward one another that I don’t think it matters. Due to their forms of hunting, they were discovered to make excellent army scouts by the time mainstream Kanians arrived near the forest. They were subsequently dubbed “sneak-elves” and massively recruited to the army. Sheena, who lives only with her mother, has inherited exceptional skills in this area, which she uses mostly for her own enjoyment. The religion of the sneak elves is very loose, and, in Sheena’s own spirituality especially, a certain kind of Mashomi. Sheen takes up the practice of praying directly to the woods of her childhood.

Zena and Sheen both want to be on the council, but while Zena has been persistently socially campaigning for months, Sheen has kept it to herself as she doesn’t face nearly the social opposition that Zena does. In some ways they are opposites, as Zena is  often described as loud and Sheen as a quiet negotiator, and Zena is far more optimistic, but they connect very well. Currently I like Sheen better, but I’m having a harder time figuring her out.


Original Jhacks was comic relief. Purely. I mean, that’s all he did. He was descended from some original people who lived there generations ago, and the only interesting thing about him was that Nora hired him to baby-sit Petto, which is really stupid because a) what the heck is she so busy doing? and b) Jhacks is like the most incompetent person ever and Nora spends most of her time rescuing Petto from Perilous Situations and then yelling at Jhacks about it. He is the first character I knew I had to alter, starting with a good spelling of his name.

The essence of his character, (fairly light-hearted, slightly clueless) I kept, because I do know people like that (namely me) and I didn’t need a whole cast of depressed people (Nora, Atkin, Cragg, Sheen). Jacques is optimistic, which is good because he has the worst home life of  anyone, as he lives with his alcoholic father in the worst neighborhood (the Slope) and Laios missionaries come knocking on his door every other day.

I really am not nice to any of them, am I? I haven’t even posted about Zena, who is made fun of all the time by her sexist community, or Sheena, who is struggling with an identity crisis.

Main Plot

The main plot of the original:

Nora and Petto live alone in their half of the Snow Mountains. Nora hears ominous sounds from the other half, belonging to the Irkas. Zena, Sheeno, Jhacks, and Bob the Scout all show up at some point. They spy on Irkas. Nora befriends one of the mysterious Tangas, who hide in a region right near hers, but the leader doesn’t trust her. Irkas attack. Petto speaks to one of them. Irkas are defeated. They attack again while everyone is sleeping and force a surrender due to holding Petto at spear-point. Nora surrenders. They are planning to kill Petto anyway when Bob, who has been working as a double agent for Nora’s group, jumps at the Irka to stop him and is killed. Horrified, the Irkas, who are, after all, middle-school age, start to retreat and have to go through a battle with the Tangas in the process. In the end, they sign a peace treaty and the one really evil Irka is kicked out after he protests. It ends with Petto preparing to move out because she wants to live in a tree on the nearby prairie and Nora still being sad about Bob but being hopeful about the future. (In a very cheesy ending line that I hated even as I wrote it.) Read the whole story Here.

I don’t quite know the ending of the re-imagined version yet, but I know the beginning. Kana, currently in a very long war, drafts all able adults from the ages of eighteen to fifty, leaving the young adults (ages fifteen to seventeen) of the household in charge. This seems like a big task, but all food is still supplied to the colony and being in charge of the household is really only keeping it running in terms of chores and such. The real problem, which all main characters will get involved with, is the running of the town council and keeping tension down between religious sects. (Each one occupies a different mini mountain, so town council members are almost always representing the religion of the area.) “Irkas” is a derogatory term for one group, which will be seduced into separating by the new version of the one really evil Irka. (An adult, not originally of the colony.)


Petto is one of two characters that really make me hate myself when I read the original draft. Nora’s six-year-old sister, she has virtually no faults and is one of those annoying adorable children in fantasy who “see clearly,” blissfully ignorant of the world yet completely wise. Petto saves the day because she’s able to trust everyone and “see the good in them.”

Most of my characters I’m trying to grow and evolve, but Petto I’m shrinking. She’s going to be minor. She can still be kind of smart, but no more plot-changing accidental friendships.

The other thing is the name. I’m attached to it, but I think it’s a nickname. Ivy, their mother, is going to have too much sense to name her daughter Petto. I’m toying with the idea of having her be Ivy jr. according to a family tradition.


Nora was me. My persona in the game the sparked the story. Originally she lived in the mountains with her little sister, having watched her parents die at about age six, lived in an orphanage for a while, and eventually brought herself and her sister (Petto) back home.

All by the age of eleven.

For Nora to pull that off, she was going to have to be either really gritty and closed or really messed up. (I’d already decided to make them all older.) She was acting like a strange combination of what I wished I could be and do in her place and what I would actually be and do in her place. (She was the only character with a crying scene and a weakness that didn’t make her stronger.) Either way, she was too close to me and had to be changed.

So now (keep in mind I am not very far into it) she is a pessimistic teenager who, having no idea what her purpose is or why they live where they do, gets pleasure out of life by thinking of smart-mouth answers constantly and cynically discussing life’s problems with her single friend. In other words, she’s lazy, arrogant, cynical, and equipped with a nice “whatever, it’s not like I can do anything to help” attitude.