Character Interviews., Real World Interaction with your FanFic Chars! Options

[Black Hand]

I realize this has been done to death in several other forums, but I was reading one on SyriaSays.com and just felt like doing one more. Besides, for you authors with 47+ pages already, this can give us cool synopsis of them!

You can use the questions I used as a template, or create your own. Be dramatic, silly, whatever. Let's just be creative!

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I decided to flesh this part out a bit more! EDIT: 8/5/11


Character: Sethyas Velas
Genre/Setting: Morrowind, Nerevarine MQ/Walkthrough

PLEASE GIVE US A QUICK INTRODUCTION?
Certainly, I am Sethyas Velas, a Dunmer by birth, raised in the Imperial Province of Cyrodiil. I am an Assassin by trade, though more of a Adventurer by vocation. After my arrest and subsequent 'release' to the Island of Vvardenfell, I began and completed my destiny as the Nerevarine.

YOU'RE AN ASSASSIN?
Heh, one of many titles that could be placed upon me. It was more of a metamorphosis of roles throughout my life I suppose. As a youth, I worked on a vineyard in the Monastery where I was raised. This gave me a bit of knowledge of alchemical processes. Later I learned a little bit of illusion magics. Much later, on Vvardenfel, I became a capable Thief within the Guild, as well as earning a bit more of proper pay and fighting skills within the Fighters Guild. Due too politics and an...incident...that included both Guilds and my role in solving the problem, I more or less retired from both, with competent heads leading both now.

Not too long after the retirement, I joined with the Morag Tong for my...potential. I quickly adapted too, and eventually became Grandmaster of the Guild. The Alchemy gave me a proper knowledge of poisons, the illusion advantage is obvious, nighteye, invisibility and the like. Plus being a fair hand with a bow, and very decent knack with blades, long and short, my talents were applied very well.

However, while I do trade blood for gold within the confines of the Guild, I do not take life at a request of any individual with coin, I am not that type of Assassin. That would be the Dark Brotherhood.

As of late, I much less involved in such affairs, and more or less oversee the whole operation, whilst leaving the day to day to my lieutenants. I have many pokers in the fire, so that is one aspect, one thing that makes me easy to define. I also am the Landlord of Bal Isra, a as of late small but thriving settlement due northwest of Ald-Ruhn, where the Redoran Council resides, of which I am also a member.

As I said, I have many pokers in the fire, so to call me Assassin, is one of many things I could be called.

HOW DID YOU FIRST MEET YOUR WRITER?
Hmm, that's an interesting question. I suppose we met about five or six years ago in the Census and Excise Office of Seyda Neen on his XBox. I was to be a Mash-up between a warrior and assassin, based on Helseth who resided at Velas Manor in Mournhold. I ended up with the manor's surname, and a variation on HelSETH.

Since than we've just taken the Assassin class and ran with it, originally he was just a powergamer, but than he started really getting into the story, and I fit perfectly in his mind.


DID YOU EVER THINK THAT YOUR LIFE WOULD END UP BEING IN A BOOK?
Honestly, no! I don't think he did either. When he started writing, he had about fifteen characters to choose from, most don't even exist anymore. I think he chose me as I was his 'primary' character, and most personally developed in his head. I am honored in retrospect.

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE SCENES IN YOUR BOOK: ACTION, DIALOGUE, ROMANCE?
Hmmm. It's hard to say. I admit I ironically shy from conflict, despite having more than my fair share of it. In the stories I'm portrayed between being sinister and a stalwart friend, but I do enjoy a good conversation, so I suppose it would be conversation. I also appear to be unlucky in love and a talented killer, so I suppose I do have a bad reputation outside looking in, despite my genuine good nature.

YOU HAVE A GENUINE GOOD NATURE? WHAT MAKES YOU SAY THAT?
I treat others as I would have them treat me. I have never spoken ill to another, unless it was called upon. I expect no less from others than what I am willing to do.

That includes duty. Yes, it is my duty to take life at times. What makes a mage that has no regard for life, that is capable of ending one with a flick of a finger and a fireball, or a Soldier facing his enemy bravely on the battlefield and being the victor, any different than I? Opinions. Perspectives. Merely thus.

I will say that any kills I have had to do, I attempt to make as quickly and painless as possible. I do not relish suffering, indeed, I loathe it. Even enemies deserve a clean death. There has been exceptions, of course. But these weren't mere enemies, these were....nemeses.

DID YOU HAVE A HARD TIME CONVINCING YOUR AUTHOR TO WRITE ANY PARTICULAR SCENES FOR YOU?
Actually, I don't have too. We have a mutual respect, he lets me be who I am in spite of sometimes by knack for going off script sometimes, he says I've actually surprised him a couple of times. But I think thats the secret of any good relationship, accepting and respecting who the person is, not trying to change them too what you want them to be.

For that reason, I don't like his 'retcon' a couple of years ago, when he essentially tried to make me "Altair" from "Assassin's Creed." I'm still embarrassed. I existed prior to that games release, and was just fine as was. Despite the similarities in our characters, I am not Altair.

DO YOU INFILTRATE YOUR AUTHORS DREAMS?
No, we each have our time and space in which to exist, even a yearlong pause on his part is merely an instant to me.

ARE YOU CURRENTLY ENGAGED IN A RELATIONSHIP?
Hmmm. Not 'currently,' no. Though he tells me there is something cooking up in my future. I've been widowed and just had a bad breakup with a girlfriend however. I also have a Daedra Seducer companion, but there is nothing physical or emotional about our partnership, though it is the cause of a few raised eyebrows. One woman in particular...

ARE YOU HAPPY WITH THE GENRE YOUR WRITER HAS PLACED YOU IN?
Indeed. I would be alien in anything else. He says if I existed in real life, I'd likely be a Special Operations Commando in Belize.

WOULD YOU BE INTERESTED IN A SEQUEL IF YOUR WRITER IS SO INCLINED?
I've already been in one, with a third in the works. Provided another author hurries herself up with her story! But I am more or less happy with the progress that has been made so far, he doesn't like his earliest works in comparison to now as it's been a learning experience for both of us.

IF YOU COULD GIVE YOURSELF A SUPERPOWER, WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE?
I think the powers which I already possess are adequate. I can make myself invisible, use 'Command' to influence weak-minded individuals for a short time, and in theory will never die from age or disease. Supposedly I am quite intelligent, according to my author, and have a inborn talent for my trade.

This post has been edited by Black Hand: Aug 7 2011, 08:52 AM

[PhonAntiPhon]

Come in, sit down. No, there is fine – ok the floor will do, instead.
Could I, could I ask your name, first of all?

Niamh

Just… Niamh?

Esher, Niamh Esher.

That’s an interesting name.

Is it?

Well, it’s a nice-sounding name.

Is it?

Umm. Ok, shall we start?

<shrug>

How old are you?

29

That’s very young for your kind.

My “kind”?

Sorry, elves – 29 is very young.

Apparently. All elves are 29 at some time. This is my time.

Oookay…
Um, where are you from?

Skyrim.

I mean, originally. You’re obviously not a Nord.

Oh what gave it away? Was it the ears? It was the ears wasn’t it?

Well partly, Niamh. That and the fact that you clearly are not a Nord, in any sense.

…I don’t know.

What? Summerset Isle, valenwood…?

I said I don’t know, and no – I don’t know who my parents, my real parents, are.

How did you know I would ask you that?

<stare, rolls eyes>

Tell me, about what you do know.

No.

<…silence…>
<sigh>

I will tell you this.
My foster parents were good people, in their way, they did their best by me. But they were not my kind, and nor would they tell me of my kind, ever, though I asked. I don’t know, perhaps they felt I was better off not knowing.

Do you believe that?

Not anymore.

Care to elaborate?

No.

<…silence…>

I was different, see? My accent was different, my ears were different, my body and my skin were different.
See?
All through my growing up I learnt to hide in the shadows. To show myself was to risk… bad things.
So I learnt to fight back, from the dark – petty things at first; a secret here and a secret there. A whispered word and casually dropped note. Discord sown. Something lifted and placed somewhere else, just little things at first.

Little revenges?

Yes. But it got… serious… when I was 18. There was a girl. By the time I was 18 I rarely stayed in my foster parents’ house and on this night she came for me, in the north storehouse.
She thought I would be asleep but I seldom slept, much less than now anyway.Besides I knew she was coming.
I’d heard, see? She said she was going to “fix me”.
“Wraith” They called me, well…

…Well?

…I left her behind the storehouse, afterwards. It had been quick. I returned to the Smith’s house, and went to my room. But it was no good. People talk and they talked about me and even my foster-father could not protect me.
The girl, well she was prettier than I, more popular, her parents wealthier…

What did you do?

I left.

<…pensive silence…>

Would you like to elaborate?

<averted gaze, for a moment, then direct stare>

That’s enough.

Can we speak again?

<pause>

Maybe. I’ll seek you out.