@violetosprey You wanted to know. I get the feeling this is going to get long, but bear with me please.
Alrighty! So, first up for the story you wanted to see! We have Asrae and Detective Logan! Logan is a newbie FBI agent (Or something similar, I’m not very knowledgeable in the law enforcement departments) sent to a small town to investigate a serial murderer who uses undiluted hydrogen peroxide and bleach to kill people and burn down buildings used as drug labs. Asrae is a young woman who was blinded by chemicals and works with the local police department to catch criminals; she also does a nightly dare show for fun (She’s also colorblind, so she can’t pick out her own clothes). Long story short: Asrae was never actually blinded by the chemicals as she got surgery a long time ago to reverse (or at least lessen) the damage. Logan only finds this out after she gains his sympathy by telling him how she got injured, who “Cathy” was, and why no one in the town really cared that drug addicts and drug lords were being burned alive in their own factories. He also kind of starts to fall in love with her because she has such strong convictions regarding justice. She never goes into details, usually only saying things like “Why should those with money be able to buy freedom like the innocent? They should be sent to hell with a needle in their arm like the rest of them.” He finds it a little creepy at fist, but he eventually gets used to it.
And she’s never really in his face about any of this. She has the whole town and police department with her (and against the local judges), and they all play along. I’m still writing the story revolving around these two, but there are going to be some parts where she crashes into furniture that has been moved or when in an unfamiliar location, provided Logan is there. But I’m also going to try and add little hints for the audience that she’s lying. For instance, in the opening, she’s watching TV and then turns it off; you could dismiss this as her just needing background noise and knowing where the buttons on her remote are after so long, but small things like that are what I’m going for!
I also really like to make my characters morally grey, and Asrae is one such character. As far as she and the rest of the town is concerned (minus the judges), she has lost EVERYTHING. She used to have a sister and mother, and many other friends, but they all kind of died. She also learned that the people who would watch her show had...Well, some of them were Strade levels of bad, but not into gore *coughdon’tmakemesayitpleasecough*. And that kind of pushed her over the edge. It debatable which one is the yandere in this story, but Logan does end up letting her go even after they meet up again.
This is not my only story with a setup like this, now that I think about it, but the other one involves children for a very specific reason (one of them looks up to the killer because children are weird).
Sometimes I think about my characters, and then I realize my google search history probably has me flagged as some kind of criminal. I swear officer, I am not looking up the ingredients to meth so I can make it, it’s for a characters and her story. Nope, not looking up acid and alkali burns so I can find the strongest one and dispose of a body, it’s so two characters with such injuries look at least mildly accurate.
Okay, first picture; (ignore the check marks, they mean nothing) we got Maya and her gang of children and people who care about children doing things. We have Gregory, Kelly, Lilly, Maya, Father Keisen, Sister Annabelle, Lisa, Emmie, Mike, and Selardi (Maya’s older sister). They are all such dramatic idiots, but I love them.
Then we have two random characters of mine, Debt and Dusilla. Dusilla and her friends die every day and repeat the same day over-and-over (it was based off a dream I had), and Debt is the collector of souls and just as confused as they are (Side note: They aren’t scheduled to die until they’re all much older).
The Asrae, who you all know. I’m not sure why, but I love drawing partially melted faces. It’s just fun for me.
