This is a weekly article, delivered to you every Wednesday. These articles are intended to be a fun exercise as well as a good resource for role-players to explore Character Development so please feel free to post your own characters reaction to the weekly prompt. So be sure to stay tuned to this blog for future installments!
What are the simple things in life which your character enjoys?
She woke up with the dawn, her long dark lashes at rest upon her peach like cheeks, the suns warmth through the large front windows of her boudoir as it shone upon the silken expanse of her smooth back seemed to wring from her semiconscious form a sigh of contented laziness. She had been working laboriously in her lab alone on many a night recently, forgetting to eat or drink and it was only when dragged from her work to attend social functions that she even saw the light of day, but today she had decided to take some time away from her lab to enjoy a peaceful day at home.
She had been plugging away with all the usual relentlessness that she normally put into crime fighting into her lab work recently and into fighting in the warzone. Something about this research had taken hold of her in mind, body and spirit, she was closing in on the secret and this was proven in her focused precision strikes against the Rikti. Each Sunday like a requiem she would finally ascend from her perch in that secret lab hidden deep beneath her garage, she would drape her string of onyx rosary beads through her fingers and whispering feint prayers between ruby lips she would take communion at her local catholic church before she would descend into the warzone wreaking bloody mayhem and leaving only destruction in her wake.
With each trip Serena returned a little different, somewhat changed. Be it from the days in the relentless sun which beat down on her in the War Zone, her lack of sleep or normal nourishment these changes where so subtle as to be missed by most and truth be told they where shrugged off by Serena herself. The light complexion which had always been a bit on the olive side due to time working late shift at the hospital was now a dark tan which always seemed to blush with color, as if her blood constantly beat at the surface.
Her body had changed, become more defined from face to feet allowing her already flush hot house beauty to become more exotic and almost native looking, the angles of her face distinct as if drawn with the attentive hand of a great artist. Even her dark blue sapphire eyes to had changed, a strange indigo radiated out from the center and some said that when she fought against the Rikti these same eyes pierced her foes fixing them in a strange dazed expression as if she where another being completely holding them in stupefied senselessness she would then with her bare hands, rip them apart like so many rag dolls. While Serena did not encourage violence when it came to her ongoing battle with the deformed race of alien invaders, all bets where off.
All of these things seemed to react and awaken in Serena as she arose drinking up the sun, and as her eyes looked upon the flowers left by her bedside a hand picked bouquet of dark red roses, she lay a finger upon their softness before sitting up and wrapping the sheet about her stretching her sore and tired muscles like a luxuriant cat and tilting her face to her window with a smile and with a song in her heart she began getting ready for her morning run.
The apartment was still quiet, to early for Pearl to begin getting ready for school, the early suns rays fall across the spill of school books which where piled high on the dinning room table, where they had left them the night before when they had gone over a lesson in Pearls advanced biology class late the prior evening. Serena made her way through the apartment stepping only on the balls of her feet like a cat she descended the curving spiral staircase which separated her bedchamber from the rest of the apartment below. Stepping lightly taking quiet care not to disrupt the slumbering peacefulness of the house as she made her way to check on Lizzy who resided on the floor below.
Opening the richly carved silver double doors of art deco design, Serena pokes her head into the white and pink palace which she had recently redecorated for her friend. The ankle deep thick rugs where scattered with clothes, heart shaped chocolate boxes and romance books, the massive walk in closet which took up more space than the Kitchen and living rooms combined had its doors standing wide open and looked as if tornado Lizzy had hit sometime in the middle of the night as negligees and cocktail dresses seemed to have exploded outward from its source. The antique fainting couch of plush white satin had a stethoscope and a light pink mink boa tossed over the side while a glass of half drunk sparkling pink champagne sat perched precariously on the edge of the vanity where scattered upon its surface where tubes of lipsticks and crystal containers of Lizzys more expensive perfumes.
Serena only smiled at the common sight of her friends chaos, and tiptoeing in she picked up the clothing disaster, the stethoscope, books, chocolates and champagne and dumping half her load into the hamper, and setting the champagne, books and chocolates at the sleepers bedside, Serena sits down on the large round bed her eyes trailing over the vases of white and light pink roses received by the sleeper who is tumbled among the pillows and comforting quilts the angelic vision of her life long friend Elizabeth White.
Smoothing a lock of blond hair from Lizzys face Serena smiles indulgently at her friend who murmurs something in her sleep between bubblegum pink lips before Serena leans down and kisses her forehead and then with one last smile she stands up, closing the thick damask drapes allowing Lizzy the freedom to sleep in a little bit longer than Serena did that morning.
She had much to do that day; she had promised Pearl to take her to the aquarium where she had read about the arrival of the new Portuguese man of war would be making its first appearance. She and Lizzy where going to go shopping at the new boutique in Talos Island where Serena could pick up a new dress for her date that evening and Lizzy could clean out the rest of her bank account on shoes. And later on that day Serena would be spending the rest of her time until eight oclock cooking and getting ready for her picnic with Eric. She had planned the menu perfectly after asking him his favorite foods and she had decided that the light fare of Rose infused spiked Horchata what the Mayans had called Nectar of the gods a thick vanilla drink spiked with rum, her Grandmothers Boston Iced Tea, Serenas own special Mystic chicken wings, extra spicy, a small watermelon salad and for desert dark chocolate fudge brownies with M&Ms and a simple Baklava would hopefully entice him to change his mind about chicken nuggets.
Making her way back out of the now much tidier room, Seri closes the double doors behind her and after quickly dressing in her usual running uniform of small shorts and a white tank top with a red lion stitched over the left breast, she slips into her favorite sneakers, bending low to tie her laces while slipping her MP3 player into its holder high on her bicep. Piling long black hair the color of a ravens wing high atop her head in a tight ponytail which swings with the sway of her hips she descends the stairs of her apartment building locking up the world behind her and stepping out into the sun she greeted another perfect day.
This is a weekly article, delivered to you every Wednesday. These articles are intended to be a fun exercise as well as a good resource for role-players to explore Character Development so please feel free to post your own characters reaction to the weekly prompt. So be sure to stay tuned to this blog for future installments!
What are the simple things in life which your character enjoys?
She woke up with the dawn, her long dark lashes at rest upon her peach like cheeks, the suns warmth through the large front windows of her boudoir as it shone upon the silken expanse of her smooth back seemed to wring from her semiconscious form a sigh of contented laziness. She had been working laboriously in her lab alone on many a night recently, forgetting to eat or drink and it was only when dragged from her work to attend social functions that she even saw the light of day, but today she had decided to take some time away from her lab to enjoy a peaceful day at home.
She had been plugging away with all the usual relentlessness that she normally put into crime fighting into her lab work recently and into fighting in the warzone. Something about this research had taken hold of her in mind, body and spirit, she was closing in on the secret and this was proven in her focused precision strikes against the Rikti. Each Sunday like a requiem she would finally ascend from her perch in that secret lab hidden deep beneath her garage, she would drape her string of onyx rosary beads through her fingers and whispering feint prayers between ruby lips she would take communion at her local catholic church before she would descend into the warzone wreaking bloody mayhem and leaving only destruction in her wake.
With each trip Serena returned a little different, somewhat changed. Be it from the days in the relentless sun which beat down on her in the War Zone, her lack of sleep or normal nourishment these changes where so subtle as to be missed by most and truth be told they where shrugged off by Serena herself. The light complexion which had always been a bit on the olive side due to time working late shift at the hospital was now a dark tan which always seemed to blush with color, as if her blood constantly beat at the surface.
Her body had changed, become more defined from face to feet allowing her already flush hot house beauty to become more exotic and almost native looking, the angles of her face distinct as if drawn with the attentive hand of a great artist. Even her dark blue sapphire eyes to had changed, a strange indigo radiated out from the center and some said that when she fought against the Rikti these same eyes pierced her foes fixing them in a strange dazed expression as if she where another being completely holding them in stupefied senselessness she would then with her bare hands, rip them apart like so many rag dolls. While Serena did not encourage violence when it came to her ongoing battle with the deformed race of alien invaders, all bets where off.
All of these things seemed to react and awaken in Serena as she arose drinking up the sun, and as her eyes looked upon the flowers left by her bedside a hand picked bouquet of dark red roses, she lay a finger upon their softness before sitting up and wrapping the sheet about her stretching her sore and tired muscles like a luxuriant cat and tilting her face to her window with a smile and with a song in her heart she began getting ready for her morning run.
The apartment was still quiet, to early for Pearl to begin getting ready for school, the early suns rays fall across the spill of school books which where piled high on the dinning room table, where they had left them the night before when they had gone over a lesson in Pearls advanced biology class late the prior evening. Serena made her way through the apartment stepping only on the balls of her feet like a cat she descended the curving spiral staircase which separated her bedchamber from the rest of the apartment below. Stepping lightly taking quiet care not to disrupt the slumbering peacefulness of the house as she made her way to check on Lizzy who resided on the floor below.
Opening the richly carved silver double doors of art deco design, Serena pokes her head into the white and pink palace which she had recently redecorated for her friend. The ankle deep thick rugs where scattered with clothes, heart shaped chocolate boxes and romance books, the massive walk in closet which took up more space than the Kitchen and living rooms combined had its doors standing wide open and looked as if tornado Lizzy had hit sometime in the middle of the night as negligees and cocktail dresses seemed to have exploded outward from its source. The antique fainting couch of plush white satin had a stethoscope and a light pink mink boa tossed over the side while a glass of half drunk sparkling pink champagne sat perched precariously on the edge of the vanity where scattered upon its surface where tubes of lipsticks and crystal containers of Lizzys more expensive perfumes.
Serena only smiled at the common sight of her friends chaos, and tiptoeing in she picked up the clothing disaster, the stethoscope, books, chocolates and champagne and dumping half her load into the hamper, and setting the champagne, books and chocolates at the sleepers bedside, Serena sits down on the large round bed her eyes trailing over the vases of white and light pink roses received by the sleeper who is tumbled among the pillows and comforting quilts the angelic vision of her life long friend Elizabeth White.
Smoothing a lock of blond hair from Lizzys face Serena smiles indulgently at her friend who murmurs something in her sleep between bubblegum pink lips before Serena leans down and kisses her forehead and then with one last smile she stands up, closing the thick damask drapes allowing Lizzy the freedom to sleep in a little bit longer than Serena did that morning.
She had much to do that day; she had promised Pearl to take her to the aquarium where she had read about the arrival of the new Portuguese man of war would be making its first appearance. She and Lizzy where going to go shopping at the new boutique in Talos Island where Serena could pick up a new dress for her date that evening and Lizzy could clean out the rest of her bank account on shoes. And later on that day Serena would be spending the rest of her time until eight oclock cooking and getting ready for her picnic with Eric. She had planned the menu perfectly after asking him his favorite foods and she had decided that the light fare of Rose infused spiked Horchata what the Mayans had called Nectar of the gods a thick vanilla drink spiked with rum, her Grandmothers Boston Iced Tea, Serenas own special Mystic chicken wings, extra spicy, a small watermelon salad and for desert dark chocolate fudge brownies with M&Ms and a simple Baklava would hopefully entice him to change his mind about chicken nuggets.
Making her way back out of the now much tidier room, Seri closes the double doors behind her and after quickly dressing in her usual running uniform of small shorts and a white tank top with a red lion stitched over the left breast, she slips into her favorite sneakers, bending low to tie her laces while slipping her MP3 player into its holder high on her bicep. Piling long black hair the color of a ravens wing high atop her head in a tight ponytail which swings with the sway of her hips she descends the stairs of her apartment building locking up the world behind her and stepping out into the sun she greeted another perfect day.