Character Trailers., Cinematic Storytelling. Options

[Darkness Eternal]

If your Character had their own cinematic or regular trailer, what would it be? What would be in it? How would the feel of it be? What music/song would you add to it? And of course describe how the trailer would be for any of your characters in fanfiction and short stories. Post Away!

[Callidus Thorn]

Well, this looks like fun, think I'll give it a try...

Since I've got something I'm working on, this really is a trailer. It's a rough draft, but since the idea's popped into my head I might as well go with it. I should mention there's the distinct posibility I'll rewrite the whole thing a couple of times.

Right, here goes nothing:


No music.

Opening:
A cell in the Imperial City Prison, a solitary shaft of pale orange light streams in through the small window. A torch burns weakly by the gate, leaving much of the cell in shadows. A figure sits in the corner, leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest, feet resting on a rickety table. His face is obscured by darkness, but amidst the shadow a pair of crimson eyes blaze.

A dry, grim voice speaks. The voice can be heard over everything:

We like to think that our choices matter, that we have the freedom to direct our own lives...

Scene cuts to Uriel Septim, asleep in a large four-poster bed, tossing and turning in the throes of some nightmare.

But some few are shown how little their choices mean. Pity them, for they are without hope for themselves.

Scene cuts to a view of the Imperial City, zooming in on White Gold Tower, darting through a window. Inside a score of Blades don their armour and test the edges on their katanas

Some act the only way they know how, never realising that the choice to do otherwise even exists...

Scene cuts to shadowy figures in red robes moving throughout the Imperial City, some climbing down into the sewers, others loitering in the shadows cast in alleyways

Some act as they do because they see no other way to act...

Scene cuts to the Chapel of Akatosh, to a brown haired male Imperial in grey robes

And some have choice snatched from them by others...

Scene cuts back to the cell

A thousand men and women can make a choice, and change nothing. And yet one person without a choice can change the world forever.

We like to think our choices, our lives, important, but how many of us are simply entertainment for those with the power to place us. To put us where we have no choice?

I never really thought about choice, until I gave mine away. I left everything I knew, and went blindly where I was sent. Now I sit in this cell, wandering if I will ever have a choice again.

The figure removes his feet from the table and leans forward, revealing the face of a Dunmer

They taught me to kill. To kill with blades, with bows, with spells. I came to pay a debt, but some debts cannot be paid in blood. But what choice have I? What can I do but kill?

I do not know what is coming, why I am here. I feel the web around me, and wonder if anything I do from here will be my choice. I wonder if I am truly here for a reason, or if I am simply another morsel of entertainment for the Webspinner.

Perhaps I will never know...






Tarvyn Dralor: Caught in the Web.

Coming soon...