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[melayneseahawk]

Trains 2, Me 0. *headdesk*

But I shipped those two packages to Cosmetique. Hopefully they won't delay on sending my money back, and then I'll be a happy bunny.

Keep me entertained in my misery:

1. Comment to this post with the name of a character that I have written in fic. Or geeked out about.
2. 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 (if I've written them).
f. My plans (if any) to write the character in the near future.

Even though I've mostly stuck to Stargate these days, Harry Potter and my personal multiverse (the 'gates, Eureka, and Jake 2.0) are also up for grabs, as well as anything I've forgotten. Have fun, kiddies!

Comments

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a. What initially prompted me to like the character enough to write about him.

I see to have a soft spot for the characters with difficult pasts (see Daniel). There's so much that's unknown about Remus, and he's so compelling, that I can't help myself.

b. One of his best traits.

The inner mischievous side he must have, to have been a Marauder. I love exploring it.

c. One of his worst traits.

His refusal to except help. It's great to write, though. :)

d. How easy/difficult I find it to write the character.

Again, pretty easy. I'm a lazy writer: if I find something too hard (Firefly being case and point), I tend to give up.

e. The story/chapter/paragraph/phrase where I feel that I truly captured the character (if I've written them).

Let me get back to this one, too.

f. My plans (if any) to write the character in the near future.

I plan to finish my old blanketforts and wellymuck prompts. I also have two James/Lily and Remus/Sirius fics kicking around on my hard-drive that I just don't have time to play with right now.

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Ok, finally have time for this.

e. The story/chapter/paragraph/phrase where I feel that I truly captured the character (if I've written them).

I think I'll start with ickle Remus first, from Chicken Soup and Chocolate (http://writers-island.livejournal.com/31124.html):

As the healthy one, Remus had made endless trips to the kitchen to get Sirius chamomile tea with honey, chicken soup, and chocolate; the last was Remus’ addition, because he strongly believe that chocolate could cure just about anything.

And mischievous Remus, in What Makes the Leaves Change Color? (http://melayneseahawk.livejournal.com/97222.html#cutid3):

"About leaves," Sirius replied. "With...chloro-thingies. I like pixies with paint brushes better."

Remus nodded sagely and Peter giggled. James, who had more experience with such things than Sirius, just shook his head in wonderment. "Either way," Remus said solemnly, picking up an armful of leaves and dumping them on Sirius' head, "they're fun to play with."

And grown-up Remus, in Tea (http://writers-island.livejournal.com/8834.html), who of course shares my obsession with tea:

To Remus J. Lupin, the drinking of tea is akin to a religious experience. Earl Grey, China Keemun, smoky Lapsang Souchong, or Irish Breakfast, no milk or sugar, drunk in slow, savoring sips so that a single mug could last him all morning.

Remus was the kind of man who spent what little money he had on books, chocolate, and tea. He’d replace his clothes when they were too threadbare to still wear, and he always paid the rent for his flat on time, but the rest of each paycheck went to comforts of the paper, dark chocolate, or loose tea kind. He laughed aside accusations of being a tea snob, since it wasn’t like he could afford to be, but his friends always joked that the way to his heart was through a mug of black tea.

And not so happy (Wall (http://writers-island.livejournal.com/9891.html)):

Sirius taps his own head with his wand so the spell slips away like rain and then hurries a few steps forward to catch up with Remus. “Where are you going?” he asks, stuffing his hands in his pockets and trying to sound nonchalant.

“Home,” Remus says, and then, when Sirius looks confused, clarifies, “Mum and Da may be gone but the house is still there. I thought I’d stay there for a few days. The anti-Apparition wards are still up, so I decided to walk from the pub.

“The flat isn’t home anymore, Sirius, it can’t be,” he continues before Sirius could speak. “Even if you’re only following me on Dumbledore’s orders, it still proves that you don’t trust me. And I can’t live with that. I give up.”

And this comment is getting much too long, but I'll end with my most successful wolf!Remus snippet, from The Moon is Down (http://writers-island.livejournal.com/19095.html):

coldpainpainwetpain was the first thing he was aware of, as well as the usual blindness from the loss of canine nose, followed by grassShackblanketPadfoot when his nose caught up and softwarmPadfootPadfootmateno when a furry, heat-radiating thing curled up against his side. He snapped his jaws, but was met with an admonishing voice and a tap to his too-short nose. He opened his eyes and the jumble sorted into PadfootJamesPeterShack. Remus blinked and looked around the tiny room. “Ev’rthin’ k?” he asked, voice hoarse, and James nodded.