- 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.
Friday, 3 June 2011
Kendra - Character Profile
Friday, 20 May 2011
The Book - Prologue
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.