Writings of the Silver Dragon

Character introduction for new story

2005-10-09T01:46:35Z

Alrighty, it's about time I updated. In case none of you have read jake_delfeir, I'll cover this idea. Part of it was inspired by a dream I had last night, which carried a lot of stuff from things like Golden Sun and Avatar: The Last Airbender. It's an interesting little idea, and it took root in my head this morning, so I'm going to let it out.

Here's the introduction of one of the characters, who was the prominent figure in the dream. Most likely a villain, too.

A ring of flames exploded outwards, setting the entire house ablaze in seconds. The figure in white, now glowing red, stood amidst the chaos, watching everything burn and melt around him. Then he looked towards the other person present, backed in a corner with the fire creeping in. He stared at the man in white, looking resolute but still afraid.

"You will give me the remains of the project, or you will burn and die here. And then I'll just harvest your corpse for what I need." The words were calm, yet with an underlying edge of command. He was used to getting his way.

The other man shook his head. "I can't!" he wailed. "I made..."

"A promise. I know." The other man's expression didn't waver as he raised a hand. The flames around them leapt up, consuming the building rapidly. In seconds it would be over for them. "However, your promise is nothing to me, and I doubt that your dearest would like to see you die in this manner. You will give me what remains of the project."

The other man hesitated. Fire began to creep closer to him. The man in white remained implacably calm.

"...alright." The other man sighed. "There's no point in me dying here for nothing, surely... it's only minor..." Still muttering, he stood and walked to the man in white. Slowly, he held out his hand.

In a split second, the man in white gripped his hand, twisted it around, and broke it at the wrist with a loud crack. The victim screamed out in pain, but which was quickly silenced when the man in white covered his mouth with his free hand. Without warning, they both began glowing a deep red colour. The glow came from within them, not at all caused by the flames

around them. After a few seconds, the glow disappeared.

"Thank you." The man in white gave his victim a slight shove forward. Then, with a faint smile, he turned and proceeded out of the burning building. As he did so, he clicked his fingers. Flames sprung up even further, and the other man was instantly covered in them.

The air rang up with his screams, just as the building collapsed.

Mmm, creepy. What do you think? I'll make another post with anything I get afterwards - this is just a teaser. And no, I won't be using this for NaNo, since my time will be limited and it'll be tricky to pull off. Besides, I want to write it now.

EDIT: The villain is back for more. This is a couple of scenes into the story.

Completing School Certificate at Kirrawee High School. Female, caucasian, red hair, brown eyes, 16 years old at the time of implantation. Implanted 125 days ago - family unalerted and memory altered to compensate. First name of Mary.

A man walked into the schoolgrounds. His features were plain yet not unattractive, with his fair skin and pale blond hair not calling out for attention. His green eyes scanned the area, noting that everyone was presently in class. Hmm. That might make his actions somewhat more localised - and less fun - but it would stop them all fleeing in panic. Perhaps that would be more suitable if he made a mistake.

His white clothes rustled in the wind as he considered his actions, then he advanced towards the office. The entire school seemed lifeless except for in here, where two middle-aged women went about their managerial tasks. He approached them and cleared his throat to get their attention.

"How may I help you?" the first woman asked.

"I'm looking for a Year 10 student with the first name of Mary. She's 16, and has red hair." He faked a pained expression. "I'm sorry that this is an odd request. I don't actually recall anything but her face and first name." He rubbed his temples to further add to the pained look.

The lady frowned. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I can answer that question... how do you know her?"

He continued to look pained, furiously rubbing at his head. "I... can't remember..."

By now the second lady was looking at him, but made no moves towards them. The first lady looked at him, confusion and concern apparent, and stepped towards him. "Are you okay, sir..?"

As soon as she stepped within his grasp, his expression turned malevolent, and he grabbed at her arm.

"Oh, I'm fine." He smiled faintly, and then twisted her arm around behind her and held her in front of him, breaking her wrist in the manoeuvre. She screamed out in surprise and pain, but the yell was cut short as he placed his hand over her mouth.

The second woman let out a surprised gasp and frantically grabbed at the nearby telephone. As she went to do so, however, the machine exploded in a bout of flame, burning her hand and making her fall to the ground. The fire immediately extinguished itself, leaving only a charred remain.

"If either of you tries to resist me," the man said calmly, "I will kill you both and burn down this entire place to get what I want. And what I want is that girl." He gestured to the woman on the ground. "Tell me where the red-haired girl named Mary presently is. If you don't, I'll find it myself on that computer over there. At least this way you won't die."

Shaking with fright and pale as a sheet, the office worker did as ordered, moving slowly to the nearby computer.

"S-she's in Room T-twelve..." the lady answered.

"Thank you very much." The man released his grip on the woman and gave her an almost comical shove, letting her fall to the floor and moan in pain. He gave them a farewell nod and stepped outside of the office, closing the door behind him. Pausing only to melt the metal doorframe so that they couldn't run, he immediately set fire to the carpet within before walking towards his destination, whistling quietly.

I love this guy.

Generic Teen Fic, Segment One

2005-07-21T15:06:35Z

Alright then. This is my, as yet, unnamed teenage high school fic. Fairly standard as far as they go, but I don't mind... it's all for fun. Most of the main characters have also been inspired by a person in real life... if you'd like a character later on, just say so and I'll see what I can do.

Also, this is in first-person for the whole time, just so you know. And this isn't the entire chapter at the moment, just a section of what I've written... hopefully the full thing will be up shortly, as well as some character bios and real-life comparisons. Without further ado...

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It's funny how things work out in life. No two experiences are exactly the same, just like how two people are never completely identical. Every run you get will turn out differently, have an alternate detail, or show a different face. Which is why, no matter how generic this story may sound, I can guarantee that it'll be different for you.

I'm used to observing stories happening. Everyone has their philosophy, and as a writer this gives me a fairly understandable one - every person has a number of different stories to tell. This is one of those stories. My story. Had you handed this document to me a couple of years ago, I probably would have thought it interesting, despite the poor quality to which my writing falls prey to, but I also would have thought of it as fiction.

Not quite.

So let me reiterate here. My name is Tyler Lance Demartio, an aspiring writer and now graduated high school student. Yep, I'm still young and fresh, and I'm still somewhat idealistic and optimistic regarding the world beyond my world. I don't know how that'll change in the future, and I don't know what kind of future I'll have... that all turns out after this is being written.

And once again, I'm getting ahead of myself. I hate doing that. Back I go... I just cleared high school, as I said, and I'm not leaving empty handed. Above average marks for everything, plus near full marks in my English final. A fair diploma to have. Well... I've got more than just that certificate, though. I've got something infinitely more precious. I've got something which, if I was to try as hard as I could, I could not satisfactorily describe how wonderful this thing is.

What's that thing? Take a guess, I'm sure it's generic enough for you. But here's how it happened...

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English class. Ironically enough, this is not my favourite subject. Yes, I said I completely aced the final exam, and this is true. I also aced every single other exam or task that they bestowed upon my list of mind-deadening homework to complete. That doesn't mean I like it... hell, I hate it. We read a story, we discuss it for about two classes, we analyse the crap out of it for weeks and weeks when the writer just wanted to entertain...

There I go with my rants again. Eh. You get the picture. I don't like English because, when they give you something to do, they slap a 10000 word essay requirement on it when you could satisfactorily summarise and point out everything about it in 3000. So that's why, in this one particular period, I was tuned out to the world. In my head, the creative side of my brain was churning out more ideas and more inspiration for my nimble typing fingers to create a masterpiece with.

And, as a result of this frenetic and constant stream of creativity pouring into my portable computer, I failed to notice her entry.

She was pretty, I'll give her that. Flawless features, long brown hair, beautiful eyes... from another's point of view, anyway. I'm going to be defending of my cynical tendencies here and say that attractiveness is not what makes up a human being. But I didn't notice any of this at the time, so give me a moment.

All eyes turned. The teacher announced her name - Karen. This caught in my head for a moment... we have no-one named Karen in our class. So curiously, I peeked up over the laptop screen and got my first look.

First impression? Eye candy, but most likely not appealing to what I valued most. From the looks of the other male classmates, they did not share my apathy. Far from it - my good friend Alex Lanley looked as though he was about to start drooling on his shoes. Just in case, I nudged my laptop case away from the base of his chair before turning back to the screen.

"Hello everyone, I'm really glad to be here after changing schools!" said Karen in a fittingly appropriate light, melodious voice that sounded comparable to windchimes... or rather, the fact that the wind blows right through them. Most said greetings; I stayed silent.

You know what's really ironic about this? This is rolling out just like what I consider a typical teenage romance novel, only replacing blond, bronzed surfboarder with cynical, somewhat introverted writer. That, and a complete lack of interest in the sudden arrival of a new lust object.

But anyway.

Another ironic thing about this tale is that, like many others, there was only seat left in the class. Alex to the left of me, empty seat to the right, here I am, stuck in the middle with a laptop... ahem.

So the wonderous and awe-inspiring sex object was pointed in my direction and took a seat beside me. She seemed curious as to why my jaw was not hanging open and my tongue was not licking the floor, since she turned her attention towards me. Alex was doing his best to look noticable, as was every other stricken male individual in the class. A few girls were whispering, a few guys were staring, and I was typing.

"Hi, I'm Karen," she repeated to me with an irritating smile.

Cynic mode activated. "Of this I am aware, since my hearing capacity matches that of the standard human and I heard your declaration from the door." My face was still facing the laptop, but my eyes were glancing at her to gauge her reaction.

Apparently, she was nonplussed, since the smile was there. For a moment, I wondered if she'd ever been struck by the broad side of a laptop, since that might have explained her lack of sense. It was also tempting to make sure that she had. But I restrained myself.

"And what's your name?"

"Tyler Demartio," I replied, once again uncaring. I think Alex was about to kick me in the shin, from the desperate glance on his face, but that might have just been digestive problems on his part.

"...you're not a very friendly person, are you?" she said in a way that almost made me feel bad... if not for the pouty lip and indignant expression. Miss Karen was used to getting her way from males, it seemed. So I was willing to do exactly the opposite for her... you know, just to shake things up.

Did I mention that I'm not exactly ugly, either? No male supermodel, but I've been told that I'm cute. I fail to see why though, since my dark blond hair and dull blue eyes just seem average to me. Whatever. Perhaps she was bugging me because she found some minor attractive quality in my uncaring features. Either that or I was just the closest in proximity to her, and she didn't want to expend too much physical effort in the ensnaring of a plaything. That didn't matter - my response would not have been altered anyway.

"I choose not to be friendly with those to whom I cannot relate to, I'm afraid. And my first impression of you leaves a lot to be desired. There are thirteen other males in this class - perhaps one of them will satisfy you. Prove me wrong or leave me be."

That shut her up. Or rather, the bell signifying the end of the period shut her up. One of the two. In seconds my laptop was in standby mode and in my bag, and I was departing quickly. Out the door I went, with Alex following me after discovering that Karen was already being swarmed by other females to socialise with. So we walked to the next class while conversing about my newest transgression in the field of social life.

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And conclusion. Any and all comments/criticisms/suggestions are welcome, and recommended too. Thanks in advance.

Testing...

2005-07-19T13:33:47Z

Alrighty then, this is the first post I'm making in my writing journal. Hooray. Those of you reading this right now are probably acquainted with me, so I'll make this quick. Most of this journal will not be friends locked, since some of the ideas/stories here will be stuff I'm either doing for fun or are fanfictions anyway. However, should I put something Eternal Skies related up here, then it will be friends locked to avoid theft.

This journal is also only for writing related stuff, so most of my personal stuff and whatnot goes to jake_delfeir. I'll also place a notice there when I update, just in case. That just about covers it. If you want me to friend you, then say so here, or just add me and wait for me to do the same. Thank you, and good night.