#on character development

[offalteeth]

a lil doodle sheet to tie y’all over.

[infxnatum]

"The child scorned, a lifetime of hatred and begrudging alliance. Constant dismissal of their parentage, despite the attempts to make amends. All is not lost it seems, for a bridge to be repaired.

The regretful father, whose actions were not without reason...but are still regretted to this day. A constant reminder of his misdeeds, and many attempts to give him the life he lost.

This story has taken many turns, and has been seen time and time again. What will be seen at the end?"

[ariestess]

Think about your first ten pages as being all about: Who is my character? How do I reveal my character as best as I possibly can?

Shonda Rhimes

[ariestess]

You take people, you put them on a journey, you give them peril, you find out who they really are.

Joss Whedon

[caffedalmarewrites]

Birth of a Wolf

by Caffedalmare

A tearful eye observed from the corner of the threshold his parents arguing once again. It was practically a daily routine whenever his father came home at night,

“Where ya been?” “What’s that smell on ya?” “Ya got a family to come home to ya know!”

It was how his mother would usually start the evening before dinner which is where the argument would end; at the dinner table it all seemed to flow back to normal. By the age of four, the young boy had learned this routine, but that night it seemed different and he didn’t like the feeling in his stomach.

“This ain’t the shit I want,” his father muttered while messily packing a suitcase over the bed. His mother was glaring intensely at the man,

“The fuck it ain’t!!” she replied and began to undo whatever he had placed in the bag, throwing his clothes all around their room.

“Dammit, Iliana!!” his father growled as he furiously picked up his clothes, “It’s done with, ok? Get it in ya head!!”

“It’s her, huh?” Iliana questioned more rhetorically than anything. Her eyes filled with hot tears that mirrored her observing son’s, “That rich slut bought ya, eh?! I knew ya were scum… I KNEW IT!!” she yelled and threw herself at him with a barrage of aimless but hard punches that were difficult to dodge.

“Shit!! Fuck!! Iliana stop it!!” the father said as he struggled to control her but her rage was untamable by then.

“How could you do this to me?! How could you do this?! Ya son of a bitch!! Ya son of a bitch!! I’ll kill ya!!! I’ll fuckin’ kill ya both!!!”

That was enough for the little boy and he left for his own room, leaving his parents with a blur of words and smacks behind.

In the privacy of his bedroom, the boy dropped onto his bed and began to cry hard into his pillow; why weren’t they like a normal family? Why couldn’t they have a single night of joy? Why wasn’t he enough? These were the thoughts of a tender boy that could not understand why there wasn’t happiness in his world.

Then a soft breeze entered through his window and caressed him, bringing his attention to the outside. Through sobs he looked between his door and the window and decided he didn’t want to be inside that war zone any longer. So he crawled out onto the emergency stairway and climbed until he was on the rooftop of the building. There he quickly cornered himself behind the building’s cooling system where it was shadowed and sat on the ground to hug his knees. He buried his face into his folded arms to continue with his sorrow, greatly desiring to disappear.

The night sky was darker due to rain clouds ready to drop their fill but as the breeze continued to softly blow it drifted a few apart, allowing the Moon to reveal herself and shine down. The child lifted his head from his now suffocating arms and let out a sobbing sigh realizing he was no longer in the shadows. It annoyed him, desiring nothing but darkness to consume him in that moment and looked up to the sky with a hateful scowl.

When puffy eyes locked on the silver orb in the sky he found himself unable to move his gaze away. Sobbing hiccups soon subsided and the salty pool over his eyes dried as a sudden soothing calm washed over him. His features and posture relaxed against the furnace as he continued to watch in silence the majestic splendor of the silver sphere.

Unbeknownst to the little boy was how the Moon had taken shape before him and was gently caressing his small tear stained cheek over and over. Just as the child was gazing at her she was starring back into his eyes and wondered what will become of this new child of the night. Though his eyes had the color of the ocean there was a building fire darkening them and she knew she had found another admirer to last her his lifetime, “Howl for me and I will soothe your pain. I will be your comforter, your lover, and your light when you cross your dark path, son of the night.”

The oath spoken in unheard words but engraved into the child’s heart was sealed with a gentle kiss on his forehead. Her form vanished as dark clouds hid her away and raindrops woke the boy from his mesmerized gaze. The rain forced the child to climb back down and as he returned to his room his father had left the apartment.

Many would describe the boy’s fascination with the Moon with the beautiful word known as ‘Selenophilia,’ but that night as the Alpha did the unthinkable and abandoned his pack, a new wolf was born to take his place.

 End

[caffedalmarewrites]

For my Muse.

[exoticarmy127]

V's transformation as a character from the start of Crave to the end of Tease is incredible. Knowing he received the good ending he deserves makes me so happy. Thanks for the great ride, Kaye

I’m so glad someone pointed it out because tbh Crave V is the most mature character I’ve worked on and his character development through two books is one I’m really proud of. <3 

Thank you so much!!!