8) My father would find me very difficult to understand. He would describe me as being different from the men of his Shadow, where the women dominate and the men are useful slaves at best. He would also describe me as frightening, as I seem to shatter the complacency that all males of the Shadow affect, by my, to his eyes, brazen defiance of social conventions. But then, I don’t know my father, and he certainly wouldn’t know me, as men are not counted as important in the matters of birthlines.
My mother, Fiona, would certainly describe me as intractable. I do not understand whether it is because I do not unthinkingly coöperate in her schemes for the throne, or whether it is because I have no clear agenda or purpose of my own, I do not know. Both of their descriptions would emphasize that I am much different from their expectations and experience.
9) It is odd that you would ask that question, for I have indeed been lately plagued by a re-occurring nightmare. In this nightmare the fiery form of Brand stands before me, offering to share with me the secret of his power. The nightmarish part is that I actually consider his offer, and reach out to take his hand, but I am burned by his touch. I can hear his laughter as my whole being burns from his power, and then I awaken, sweating, seeing the Pattern fleetingly disappear like a mirage or a dream out of the corner of my eye. A most disconcerting vision, especially in a darkened room, and there is no further sleep to be found for me that night.
10) (The worst part about Damarian is that, even though he is close to the kind of character I would most like to run, he is not totally that character. He’s too passive and indifferent to many of the things that surround him. He’s also quite condescending, I’ve found, manipulative and obnoxious; just like his mother. He is a first cut as a character, and I may create a new character that is closer to my ideal, or closer to myself, which are two separate things.)
My worst trait, as some would see it, would be my passivity. I have no interest in the intrigues of the Court or the evershifting balances between political factions. My jaundiced eye towards the entire affair does not ingratiate me with many of the older generation, either. As to any bad habits, I would be the first to admit that as fastidious as I may be in many respects, that does not carry over to much of my personal life, particularly concerning my personal possessions. My desk, especially, is littered with a dozen or more papers, representing fragments of ideas that I have not returned to work on in months. My clothes, especially my dirty laundry, is also a continuing source of vexation to the cleaning maids.
11) Questioning Dworkin is not my idea of a pleasant time, but if I had the opportunity, I would ask him about the formation of the Pattern, as he describes creating it “by lightning, blood, and lyre”. Probably I would ask him of the relationship between music and the creation of the Pattern, and whatever happened to the lyre he used.
12) (None. I don’t know the other players’ characters well enough to create a good scene or story.)
(Note: One additional question I would add is for a description of the character’s Trump.)
My trump, as I have asked it to be painted, is a side view of myself, dressed my usual green tunic, sitting on a window seat and playing my harp. The cloud-shrouded mountains of my Shadow home appear in the distance through the window.
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