Showing posts with label The Book. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Book. Show all posts

Friday, 3 June 2011

Kendra - Character Profile

  • Physical/biological: age, height, size, state of health, assets, flaws, sexuality, gait, voice.
    Kendra is 16 years old, she is a pretty teenage girl with long wavy brown hair falling past her shoulders. She is in good physical shape and healthy. She is slim and athletic. Her voice is soft and melodious. She dresses in a kind of skater/punk style.
  • Psychological: intelligence, temperament, happiness/unhappiness, attitudes, self-knowledge, unconscious aspects.
    Kendra is an intelligent girl and doe swell at school, not straight A's but almost. She is fairly reserved, but not shy. She just prefers to go with the crowd and not stand out too much. She is generally happy with her life, although like most teenage girls she often dreams about something special or exciting happening to her. She is a sensible girl who thinks about things logically. She thinks before she acts.
  • Interpersonal/cultural: family, friends, colleagues, birthplace, education, hobbies, beliefs, values, lifestyle.
    Kendra lives with her father Trent who is a business man and always fairly busy. She has a younger brother, Evan aged 14. She was born in Cardiff but has lived in London since she was a young child. Her mother died in child birth while delivering Evan and Kendra does not remember much about her. She attends school and is a good student. She is not one of the most popular girls in school but she does have a few close friends. Two girls and a boy (names undecided). She enjoys reading and collects gemstones and crystals. Her family is well off due to her father's career but not excessively. They can afford a big house and nice cars, but are not spoiled.
  • Personal history: major events in the life, including the best and the most traumatic.
    The only traumatic event in Kendra's past is the death of her mother, although as it occurred when she was 2 years old she does not really remember all that much about it. She hasn't much contact with her mother's side of the family since her father moved them away from Wales to London. The biggest event in her life will be told by the story and is triggered by meeting Dimitri (see Prologue). Kendra has no idea that her Mother was a witch or that it runs in the family.

Summary

Kendra Thomas sighed and slammed her chemistry book closed. She had been studying all afternoon and had decided that if there was anything about Alkali metals she hadn't already absorbed it seemed unlikely she was going to do it now. She had decent enough grades at school and she was confident about tomorrows class test. She pushed the books aside and grabbed one of her favourite books from the shelf above her desk before flopping down on her bed to read. Kendra had always loved books. She would read any sort of book as was evident from a quick glance at her bookshelves. She had everything from classics such as Treasure Island and Pride and Prejudice, through to popular novels like Harry Potter, with a few obscure novels thrown in for good measure.

Kendra was a little more mature than her sixteen years. This was in part to the fact that her mother had died while giving birth to her little brother Evan when Kendra was just 2 years old. Kendra had grown up helping her father raise Evan. She was a reserved teenager, never getting into trouble or going out partying. She was content to stay home and read, or hang out with her friends. Like most teenage girls she often daydreamed about exciting adventures that would take her away from her average, unexciting life, but for the most part she was happy and content.

Appearance

Kendra Thomas was the typical teenage girl next door. Hers was a natural beauty often overlooked by boys of the same age who's heads were easily turned by short skirts and blonde highlights. Kendra's charm lay in her fresh face with it's startlingly beautiful green eyes. Her thick glossy man of chestnut brown hair fell in gentle waves around her face and reached halfway down her back. She dressed for comfort in a skater girl style with a slight punk edge to it She wasn't the sort of girl who stands out in a crowd, but if you had the good fortune to have a conversation with her you would be quick to notice her pretty features and beautiful smile.

Habitual/Repeated Actions

Kendra was a somewhat typical sixteen year old girl. She was far more comfortable in smaller groups of people, or at home alone with her books. When faced with a crowd or confrontational situation she often had a nervous habit of fiddling with the silver pendant she wore around her neck. The pendant had once belonged to her mother, who had passed away when Kendra was very young. Kendra liked to think her mother watched over her and that by touching the pendant she was drawing on her mother's strength.

Speech In A Scene

Kendra closed her textbooks and stood up from the kitchen table where she had been studying for tomorrow's chemistry test.

"Homework all done sweetie?", asked her Father.

"Yes Daddy!", she replied, rolling her eyes. "If I haven't got it yet, I never will. I'm going upstairs to read for a while before dinner."

Her father smiled as she wandered out of the kitchen. She looked so like her mother. Kendra had inherited her long wavy hair. It had the same rich chestnut colour and had naturally grown into the same relaxed style as his late wife's had.

Friday, 20 May 2011

The Book - Prologue

This was an excercise for class, but it is also the beginnings of an idea for a book which is why I am classing it in fiction rather than an excercise. It's tentatively labelled "The book" for now so additional parts will be able to be found easily if I post more.

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I can’t say for sure what it was that first drew me to him, but the first time we met in that dark and somewhat dusty second hand book store down a dark side street in a rundown part of town. I remember his eyes meeting mine and feeling like I was being pulled towards him by some unseen force. His eyes were a deep, rich brown flecked with burgundy which made them burn like little pools of liquid flame. I sensed great power behind those eyes and I could not help but feel as though they could see right into the very core of my being. I would go so far as to say that as he gazed upon me unashamedly he was staring straight into my soul. The air around him seemed to crackle with some kind of arcane energy that felt both dangerous and appealing simultaneously.

I wasn’t sure if I should turn away or approach him. However, the choice was taken out of my hands as the stranger approached me. As he came closer, I saw that he was only a few years older than me, or at least he appeared to be, but when I looked once more into those mesmerizing eyes I saw the ghosts of many past lives. He dressed casually in smart jeans and a dark coloured shirt and had long dark hair caught in a ponytail at the base of his neck. If not for those startling eyes I might never have looked twice, apart from the fact that my whole body seemed to have felt his presence before I had even laid eyes on him.

I remember feeling like I should speak, but my mouth was dry and I couldn’t form the words. I simply stood there, rooted to the spot, desperate to run but afraid to even turn my face away. He spoke in a rich voice; his words seemed to curl around me like a soft comforting blanket.

“You feel it don’t you? You know.”

He was right in a way, even back then I knew something, I just wasn’t sure what. I was a sensible girl. I didn’t believe in magic or monsters. I lived in what I considered the ‘real’ world where like was black and white. At the age of sixteen, I was too old to believe in fairy stories. But looking in the stranger’s eyes I felt everything I knew fall away and looking back I can pinpoint that it was the exact moment my life changed forever. I tried to respond but I stammered over my words, I didn’t really know what to say and my mouth didn’t seem capable of speech at that point anyway. He smirked at me and sighed. Reaching behind my head he pulled a book from the shelf and offered it to me.

“Not yet. But you will. This is what you are looking for”

I took the book from him and turned it over in my hands. It looked very old. The black leather it was bound in was cracked and worn. It had no title, but the cover did have several strange markings embossed onto it in gold. Just holding the book seemed to make my skin tingle.