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Another exclamation pointed day.  Oh goody!

18. Favorite antagonist and why!

I’ve written about this fella before so I’m going to cheat and lift a bit from the blog chain post that dealt with him.

The antagonist of my most recently completed WIP, working title My Fair Vampire, is an old vampire living in Albuquerque, NM. His name is David Baca and he’s not your typical tall, dark and brooding vampire.  He’s short, a bit overweight and a lousy dresser (Queer Eye for the Vamp Guy anyone?).  However, he has a ruthless but covert survival instinct and an excellent ability to find ways to enrich himself as a “broker of need fulfillment”.

I liked him because he didn’t take himself too seriously, cracked a few jokes and was a shameless sycophant, despite being one of the oldest, most physically powerful vampires in the area.  David’s the kind of guy who likes to wield power indirectly rather than directly because he doesn’t like being a target.

In one scene, he menaces Dori, trying to forcefully kidnap her when Gargoyles (hunters of predatory supernaturals) interrupt him.  Dori is already fleeing from David but rapidly losing ground.  She hears him catch up to her and braces for re-capture only to see him speed past then in front of her.  David doesn’t have to be faster than a Gargoyle’s bullet, just faster than Dori.

He has a bit of an Achilles heel, however, and that is in the form of his partner in crime, Raina, a succubus.  See my post here for a short scene  that gives us a peek inside David’s head.

My intent has been to paint David as this smarmy but wiley character, desperate for love and approval, who would have been fairly harmless were he not such a powerful supernatural.  If I succeed, the reader should not want him eliminated, merely pointed to another goal that doesn’t threaten our heroine or those she loves.

 

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Another day with a cryptically added exclamation point at the end. Just to reiterate, I did not change one word or punctuation mark in the original daily topics. I’ve cut and pasted each and every one as I found it.

17. Favorite protagonist and why!

I have high hopes for Neely, my protag from my upcoming NaNo novel.  She’s very flawed, makes many grievous mistakes but fights her way back to some sort of normalcy each time.  She just can’t seem to learn any other way.  Needless to say, once I start peeling back the layers and layers of scar tissue, she’ll have quite a few interesting hard knocks stories.  However, she’s currently disqualified from being my favorite protagonist because she’s only a wisp of an idea so far.

Today’s honor must go to a fleshed out character from a completed novel.  By that definition, my favorite protagonist so far has been Gayle Lindley from The PURE. She’s this little blonde dynamo with a touch of foot-in-mouth disease, an insatiable curiosity and a take-no-prisoners attitude. She was the youngest with three very large brothers, one of whom was her twin.

She doesn’t put up with much crap and has no clue how to navigate the turbulent waters of corporate politics. Her experiences with men have mostly been with her brothers (who were not over-protective), their crude and foul-mouthed friends, a series of boyfriends who weren’t all that nice to her, and co-workers she had enough work savvy to see as off limits.

Despite being raised around so many boys, she’s still kind of a girly-girl but knows a few tricks her brothers taught her for shock value. She’s the girl who, in her Jimmy Choo high heels, wins the bar contest for loudest burp, insists on paying for her share while on a date but secretly hopes her date forbids her from doing so.

I enjoyed writing Gayle, because of the extremes she vacillated between. One minute she’s wondering if her co-worker will ever kiss her, but when he finally does, she’s ripping his clothes off. (Okay not quite but she wanted to). In a later scene, she’s hiding from a thief she discovers in her apartment, but when she sees him taking her $600 purse, she chases then bludgeons him with her shower curtain rod. When the big baddie is hunting to kill her, she’s in tears and nearly paralyzed with fear… until she discovers a toilet plunger, bleach and ammonia.  Chlorine gas anyone?

I’d love to write more about Gayle’s sleuthing adventures.  At the end of The PURE, she’s relocated to DC, the capital of political correctness, probably not the best fit given her tendencies.  She could easily find herself in a lot of trouble if her curiosity took her to the wrong place at the wrong time.  Watergate anyone?  Hmmm…maybe one day.