I am sheep. Baaaah.

[transemacabre]

Comment to this post with the name of a character that I have written in fic. Or geeked out about.

I will comment telling you the following:

a. What initially prompted me to like the character enough to write about him/her.
b. One of his/her best traits.
c. One of his/her worst traits.
d. How easy/difficult I find it to write the character.
e. The story/chapter/paragraph/phrase where I feel that I truly captured the character*.
f. My plans (if any) to write the character in the near future.

Comments

Yep!

[transemacabre.livejournal.com]

a. I don't always like Tony, but I always find him to be a fascinating character. In a lot of ways, he's a very unusual superhero -- he didn't start out as a starry-eyed kid, but a grown man who already possessed a lot of personal power outside of being a superhero.

b. Tony is a self-made superhero -- no lab accident involving irradiated animal bites, no accident of birth gifting him with a mutant gene. He used his formidable intellect to make himself Iron Man, and then chose to remain Iron Man (albeit with intervening periods of alcoholism, Rhodey, The Crossing, etc.)

c. It took a literal loss of heart for Tony to discover his metaphorical one.

Tony has a ruthless streak, which I don't always find a bad thing -- it's refreshing sometimes when a character doesn't angst for 20+ issues over putting a creep like Mallen down like a mad dog.

d. One of the best things about writing Tony is that he can come across as being very sweet and charming, a broken drunk, or a complete ruthless bastard, and you can find canon to support all of it. Not a lot of characters have that sort of depth.

e. Shrapnel (http://mississippienne.livejournal.com/32650.html#cutid1).

Even then, Tony found violence was all too easy for him. He entered every battlefield clad for war, the armor seperating him from the brutalities he inflicted. Never seperated from his armor. A knight become one with his weapons. When he removes his mask and holds it in his hands, Tony remembers the Inferno, a poet holding his "severed head by the hair, swinging it like a lantern in its hand". A sower of discord. He had received an excellent education, the best his father could afford. Only the best.

f. It's entirely possible, although I don't have any plot bunnies for him right at this moment -- but anything can happen.

Re: Yep!

[harmonyangel.livejournal.com]

Ooh, I really love that excerpt. And I pretty much agree with everything you said. :)