So here I was, ignoring my word count goal for my Camp NaNoWriMo because I’m depressed and exhausted, fantasizing about the cover for the book that isn’t written yet when I feel a nudge. (Not a real nudge because I was alone at the time. A real one would have made me crap my pants and hyperventilate.)
I’m still at the beginning of the story, the first chapter really, and my MC is introducing us to her world. She’s at school currently and has been summoned to the student council room where she presides as Senior class president. We’re about to get a taste of the antagonist. I planned on this being a moment of vulnerability for the MC, a crack in her facade to show she’s human and not some Mary Sue with all the answers. I didn’t know how to resolve the issue and I became stuck.
My well-worn and faded thinking cap had been failing me of late trying to figure this out so imagine my surprise when the student council door swings open to reveal a perfectly happy white knight of a bunny out of a hat I didn’t know I had.
I’m sorry brain, I wasn’t aware it was the rainbow Propeller Beanie day. When did we get one of those? And what the hell?
So the door opens and this cool, funny, quirky guy comes walking in, handing papers to the MC that just happens to be the thing she needs to thwart the antagonist. When she takes them, suddenly he’s injected himself into his very own strand of subplot that’s woven itself around hers. He’s there at the dance. He’s there after the MC gets kidnapped and helps her adjust to her new limbs. He seems happy just to be there with her, helping with whatever she needs but there’s an air of…je ne sais quoi about him I haven’t figured out yet. He’s SOMEONE important but I don’t know how yet. He demanded to be written.
My first instinct after the initial WHAT THE HELL wore off was NO. Nonononononono you ARE NOT THE LOVE INTEREST! I already decided there wasn’t going to be one in this book! Not with a human anyway.
*He stands with his arms crossed, an amused grin quirking his lips to the side*
I glare at him from the corner of my eye, bent over the keyboard of my laptop.
Foolio, you don’t even have a name yet!
*He raises his eyebrows and a glint of sadistic humor comes into his hazel/brown/jade green/baby blue eyes*
I want to grab him by his
short dirty blond curls— his long dark brown waterfall locks–his artfully dyed and spiked black and pink mess–Holy wow, is that a tattoo I see? What the hell are you wearing? A uniform from another school. There’s something wrong with you but I can’t see it. A crutch? A glove covering your hand? Where is your demon? Do you have one?
*He shrugs and holds out a hand to me, indicating the cards are in my hand but he’s not going anywhere*
Liar. If I give you an inch you’ll take a mile.
*He finally smiles, flashing teeth, glad I’m catching on to things*
I reluctantly crane my neck around and acknowledge his presence. But I’m still glaring.
You’re lucky we’re only at the beginning. I would shoot you dead between your hazel/brown/jade green/baby blue eyes if you showed up after Act 1.
So this fool has given me extra work now. This happy white knight bunny hopping onto the page with his secrets and air of mystery. I burn the rainbow Propeller Beanie. I don’t need this. I just finished my post about Tropes and clichés so my head is swirling trying to fit this new character into an acceptable role. He takes me right back to the other WIP Diaries post I did about getting what I need for this book.
I need another hat. Something unconventional but traditional. How about a flowered Kartuz?
He needs a purpose and I really don’t want him to be the love interest. (It’s rarely up to the author what happens though, right?)
Here’s what I know:
The MC already has two best friends, one of which betrays her (kind of), and one that is unwittingly plotting to kill the demon she loves to “save the world” and both of them have separate journeys that take place elsewhere away from her. She doesn’t need another best friend but can certainly use another friendly human presence while she gets all the shit thrown at her.
The MC doesn’t know him well when we meet him. I get the impression they hold the same rank at their separate schools as Student Council Members and only know about each other because she reached out to him about an inter-school formal dance. He doesn’t have a demon.
He’s definitely a clever side kick kind of guy. At least for now. Low key it seems with a slightly sarcastic edge sometimes. He’s charming. That much I can determine. He doesn’t seem to have any ulterior motives or nefarious plots against the MC but he does have a marked interest in her. He has Important Knowledge that the MC needs at a later date.
He seems to have an air of ethnicity about him. Darker brown skin but idk how dark. His hair fluctuates between surfer dude bleached blond and kind of nappy in my mind’s eye and straight up black with streaks of a bright color. He has bracelets around his wrist. He’s not obviously handsome and doesn’t stick out in a crowd. Or maybe he does? It’s still unclear. He also seems to have some sort of impediment. A crutch because of a bum leg or a blind man’s cane? An eye patch or perma-sunglasses? A fingerless glove to partially cover a prosthetic hand? He has some sort of defect that makes him empathetic and humble and humorous. Something relatable to the MC.
His name is hovering around an “M” or a “K” sound. Kyle? Kylar? Misha? Matias? Muhhhh, maaaaiiiiiii, koooooorrrrrr…..????????????
Gawd what an unbelievable bastard.
I haven’t even fully fleshed out my other MC’s and this guy cuts in line. Somebody lynch him please. My brain can’t deal.
Happy writing y’all. I’ll be slogging!