Post a short description of your character here and I'll write you a Very Short Fiction about them! (CLOSED)

[AmazementComics]

Name: Apple
Birthplace: Manhattan, NY
Personality: Serious and disciplined
Background: Of the four Action Fruits, Apple is the most skilled and versatile, which places him as the leader of the team
Likes: Training, Sushi, Nature
Dislikes: Any harm to his family, Halloween, Orange's terrible jokes
Favorite Color: Red
Physical Characteristics- He's an Apple, so make of that what you will
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 190 lbs
Age:16
Gender: Male
Fighting Style: Apple's choice of weapon is the twin katanas. Along with years of training in the art of stealth, he is considered a well-rounded formidable opponent.

[ratscout]

Alrighty, here it is! I made up a character for her to play off of! I hope that's okay! Hopefully I got her pretty close to how you envision her! The story is under the dashes! As promised, it is only a page long!

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Anastasia drummed her fingers on her desk with pursed lips and a storm cloud hanging over her yellow head. She kept glancing behind her at the bodyguards who were watching her every move.

He acts as if I am his prisoner and not his daughter—always surrounding me these boorish guards.

“Can you give me some space?” Anastasia asked the guards snippily.
She wasn’t surprised when the guards only stepped two paces backwards. She groaned and angrily stomped her foot on the sewing pedal under the desk. With her hands, she did her best to keep the square patches of fabric stacked on each other still and straight so the needle on the sewing machine would make a straight seam instead of a crooked one.

Once she was done, she held her new patch for her quilt in front of her face with a smile. Her plan to bribe her father with a heartfelt quilt to let her out of the mansion more often was under foot.

She spun around in her swivel chair and faced her guards with a grin. “You! On the right!”

The two guards glanced at each other, and the clueless looking youth on the right with freckles pointed to himself curiously.

“Yes, you! The one with the chubby baby face! Bring me the rest of the quilt! You’re going to help me finish this quilt today!” Anastasia commanded him with a smirk. “Bring me my bigger box of fabric, too!”

The freckled guard dashed out of the room and returned with what was shaping up to be her king-sized quilt, and lay it on the carpeted, pink floor. Next, he left the room and returned with Anastasia’s obnoxious, thirty-pound box of fabric.

“So, Nicholas…” Anastasia began as she laid a giant piece of fabric on her sewing table.
“Um, my name is Nikolai.” The guard corrected her.
“Oh. Well then, Nikolai, this is what I need you to do…” And Anastasia began instructing the young man on how to use a rotary cutter and how to sew two patches of fabric together.

They worked until the sun was nearly set, and Anastasia took a break while Nikolai continued to work. She looked out her window at the people bustling down below and the gentle snow falling from the pink, sunset sky.

“What’s it like out there, Nikolai?” Anastasia asked.
Nikolai, who was cutting out a patch of fabric replied, “cold, Miss Luiza.”
“No, you silly goose! I mean… What’s it like to have friends and to go exploring and—and to live a free life!” Anastasia asked dreamily.
“My family is very poor, Miss. I don’t have time to spare to go exploring. Friends can be hard to come by, too.” Nikolai answered as he sat at the second sewing machine he had set up. “My father died three years ago, and I’ve had to work three jobs ever since. I’ve got my five siblings to look after.”

“Your father is dead…?” Anastasia gasped with pity.
Nikolai laughed a little at what he found to be a melodramatic response and replied, “I don’t let it bother me. He was a great man. He worked himself to death for his family--I don't think a more loving man could exist."
Anastasia turned her attention back to the window and fell deep into thought. Daddy… I know you keep me in here to keep me safe, but…
Anastasia grinned to herself. I’m still going to bribe you with this massive, king-sized quilt to let me out more!

[jurinova]

(Sorry for the use a Valentine's day card but it was the first picture I could find of him that didn't include other characters.)

Name: Kipu
Age: Around 26-27
Gender: Male

Kipu is a very gentle person but also very reserved. He prefers to not draw too much attention to himself and doesn't let people close easily. However he is fiercely protective of people he cares about, especially his little sister who is the only family he has left. He wears a helmet to help him breathe but he's also quite self-concious about his facial scars. Because of his injuries he is also unable to speak but uses a small handy wrist computer to spell out anything he wishes to say, though he only uses it when he really needs to. Often his body languages is enough to voice how he feels about something.
Though, he struggles to admit it to himself his current wish is to learn how to let people close again. Kipu's sister seems to be more aware of this and tries to push him out of his comfort zone.

I hope that's enough! If not, here's the link to the comic:

Home is a Distant Wish | Tapas

[Klaustasya]

Omg it's such a cute story!! thank you so much for writing it, i really appreciate it :3
Anastasia always treat people politely but the attitude you gave to her it's not bad either and i like the image of the young bodyguard!

[ratscout]

I knew while writing it that she was a very well-mannered, polite girl, but I couldn't help but want to have a few amusing jokes in there! XD I tried to preface the little inaccuracy by saying she was in a bad mood (maybe she's got the cabin fever haha), at least, teehee. Nonetheless, I'm glad you got a kick out of it and liked Nikolai (he was a fun dork to make up!) Thanks for letting me dabble with your girl!

[ratscout]

Here ya go! That was a fun exercise!

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Rip felt the weight of responsibility and control weighing his shoulders down.

Power was always pulsing up and down his spine—always sparking at his fingertips and always whispering in his ears.

He wanted to use his powers to protect and defend, but his powers didn’t always want to fall in line with his wants and desires.

Much of the time, they seemed to almost be their own entity. He wasn’t sure he could control them as well as he wanted to. Sometimes, when they were activated, he felt separated from them—like they had taken control over him and not the other way around.

What might start as a just and honorable deed of defending a town from a villain might unexpectedly turn into the village being razed and bursting into flames if he lost control.

He could feel the power simmering deep within him—just waiting to claw its way to the surface and take over if he let his guard down even for a moment.

He might wake up from using his powers to a world of ash and rubble one day if he weren’t careful.

[nathanKmcwilliams]

Absolutely great! That was put very well, very poetic.

[Lucca_Vendramel]

Here's her character sheet: It has a lot of info about her!
My comic: https://tapas.io/series/Everdream-Stars-Hold-no-Boundaries

[phinality]

Wow, this is so great of you! I really admire that you're doing this to better your writing skills

[minerrale]

... You know all my stories XD
But if you feel like it, why not try writing something about Perceneige?
Young woman of 25, black skin, long dreadlocks, shaman, passionate about nature, ancient magic powers (think voodoo queen), favorite color is beige.
Her mother is Nature, she has been brought up by a community. She doesn't know (or care to know) her biological parents because that's how she was brought up.
She wants to know her purpose, mostly. And to enjoy life. For now, at least

[ratscout]

Ba-da-da-dum! I have finished! I guess I was feeling kinda romantic--I hope that's okay. Haha, this one was a lot of fun (I love your comic by the way, I want to do a more thorough job reading it, teehee)
I'm really shocked by the amount of comic artists who want one of these things! I was expecting to get a lot more novelists! I'm glad I made it known that comic artists could post, too~!

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Build-a is a female robot, although she doesn't entirely understand what that means. Or, at least she mostly doesn't understand what that means. There was something or other about women being able to give birth and men being unable to, but otherwise, 'man' and 'woman' meant very little to her. She liked building things, and little else mattered to her. Or so she thought on most days.

Sometimes, she had dreams. Dreams were an odd thing for a robot to have, but she had them nonetheless. She had never met a human in waking hours, but sometimes she dreamed of them, and she had a concept of what a human man was like. One of the human men she dreamed about almost seemed familiar, but the other seemed to be one who lurked in her imagination--if she even had one.

Men were tall things that were made of flesh and blood instead of electricity and metal. They had... What she supposed must be a nice smile, and the unfamiliar one she sometimes dreamed about was missing a tooth but seemed unashamed by that fact judging by how he used all his remaining teeth when he smiled. He also had a full head of fluffy, yellow hair and had an odd compulsion so run a metal hand through it.

Sometimes, the man would sit and talk to her for a moment, but she would never remember what he said when she woke up, or her dream would change into some other scenario entirely before she could remember.

But sometimes, the man would put a warm hand on her cold cheek, and she could feel something heavenly and unearthly happening to her that she couldn't even begin to understand.

And maybe, that's what it meant or felt like to be a woman.

[Rodimus13]

Love the story! It’s sweet

[aqua03]

@ratscout

Is this still going on? Just wondering....

[ratscout]

Yeah, it's still going on. I'mma try to get at least two more up, but as I said in the original post, I'm only going to do a few. This sort of thing is very taxing, and you need a inspiration and time for it, but I'll try to have the last two up by tomorrow <3.

[aqua03]

All right, sounds good. I get that writing is taxing. Especially with other people's characters. Can't wait for mine!

(Love seeing other people's tales on my characters.)

[aqua03]

@ratscout

Sorry to sound pushy, but I'm just checking in on how the final stories are going. I hope everything's okay on your side of things.

[minerrale]

I'm sorry, I might have started a big project that'd keep ratscout occupied a bit ^^' Apologies XD

[aqua03]

It's okay. I was just wondering if they were okay considering how long they've been taking with the rest of them.

[ratscout]

Awww man, I'm so sorry, but I think I'm out of inspiration and time for this thread, so I'm gonna have to close it. I feel super guilty, too, because I at least wanted to do 5, but I stopped at three. I might do another one again some other time, but, as Minerrale pointed out, I'm a little bit busy with other personal things and projects, so I apologize again and I hope I can do one for your character and some of the other ones at a less busy time. <3

[aqua03]

It's okay. I get how taxing the creative process can be, especially when writing other people's characters. I do eagerly await the next time though! You take care!