my wants, my needs, please follow them

[avie summons]

Everyone wants something. A lot of people want a lot of things. Whether it be that diamond ring you saw at the store or merely a hug from a close friend. Needs and wants are never usually focused on, unless one were to have a diary and write their thoughts in it.

..Well, needs and wants are not focused on much on 'here'.

A long time ago a good author taught me that to learn how to write as a character of my own creation, I must first dig deep inside them and see their deepest secrets. Their wants, their needs, everything, and write it all down. One can not really know their own character without knowing everything about them, of course, right?

In which, this comes in.

This is basically a writing exercise to show how our characters may really be. Of course, one really doesn't have to participate, but where would the fun be without a little messing around on a roleplaying site?

It's easy; as if roleplaying, you would describe how your character feels toward their wants or needs. I could easily give you an example, which I will do for my character. Who knows, even? Our characters might be more in commons than one might have imagined.

I will go first.


Warmth was a thing that Avie deeply appreciated.

Sharing it with someone was something he had not done for years, now, and he yearned for the simple gestures that caused him to smile, the small things that made him feel warmth without a scarf or jacket. Where, even in the freezing cold, one would be warm with a pair of arms wrapped around them in a hug.

That fiery experience that made his hopes soar.

Something that made him anxious, nervous, and excited at the same time. Something that made his body feel as though it were on fire, his face flushed with either embarrassment or something else, his eyes wide and filled with just emotion. The sheer want of someone to touch him with a sustained amount of love, to be able to make connections with him despite his mistakes and 'curses', to love him and not believe that he was merely an awkward boy with some major problems with socializing. 

A feeling of desperateness for a mere touch and dread for how that touch will end up leaving him.

Big steps are hard to take. It is easy for everyone to understand. Something that makes him nervous and anxious on a daily basis, with a great amount of terror rushing through him as well. A lot of people refuse help, insist that they walk on their own or ride without training wheels, though someone like he would need a hand to hold through these rough times, because he knows that this world is falling to pieces at the hands of complete and utter idiots who believed that violence was the only thing to solve wars. It's like no one believes that violence is not the answer, and with the world that he had been born into, he knew that violence would never /not/ be the answer.

"When you are not smiling, I will not smile either, for I do not want to be the only one out of the two of us happy."

His best friend once gave him a quote that Avie only wishes he could live by. A quote that made him stop and think. A quote he wishes he could have made up. Because the quote shows loyalty, a deep, deep loyalty that was meant towards Avie and Avie only. It showed a possessiveness in which one would probably hate, but he loves. Constantly, he thinks back to the day in which his best friend said that with a breathless, casual sort of tone, and wonders if he would ever have someone to say that towards. 


Every character will have their wants, their wishes, their secret desires that only one can learn by thinking deeply about that character for a little bit.

Doing this exercise might help out with that:D

Thankyou for the time of day you just gave reading this, and I deeply appreciate if you try to do this experiment.

[Kaiden Maylark]

nobody knew that kaiden once longed for romance. for someone to look at her and tell her that she was beautiful, to tell her that they loved her. she wanted that tingly warmth to jump through her body when that someone hugged her or kissed her on the cheek. that person to look forward to hanging out with or to day dream about. someone who would be her best friend-but even better. but kaiden knew she could never have romance. something about commitment frightened her. the idea of being tied to something or someone else was unbearable, so she showed it away. maybe both these things came from her father, because gods always seemed to seek out affairs and then never stay. maybe something deeper, with more meaning.

siblings were something kaiden missed with all her heart. before she left home, jamiee was her closest friend besides her mother. she could give jire advice about anything, and give unwavering support in return. after she left, there was douglas, who was practically her older brother an best friend all in one. he could rough house with her and tease her, and yet he could give her advice and have a heart to heart talk with her. and when kaiden reached camp, there was kyle, her demi-brother as she called him. he was the one who understood the godly part of her life, the one she had to keep secret from almost everyone. he was the one who made up fun games using their abilities no one else had. yet he was still normal, blaring music until kaiden wanted to rip her ears off to get some quiet, and to tease her mercilessly about anyone and thing. kaiden also missed arguing with all of them, with the way they put up with her stubborness of 'always being right.' but no one would know that. kaiden wouldn't tell.

even worse than all these things, kaiden longed to be able to drive again. she used to live in the country, where she could take her old mustang down dirt roads at top speeds, with the windows down because they were broken, wind rushing through her hair, music up. the thrill it gave her was better than anything, and kaiden knew she was good at it. she had even recieved a special lisence that let her drive before she was sixteen. but ever since she reached camp, all theses things were swiftly discarded into kaiden's subconsious as she took on her new hero's life- because apprently it was a big deal to have zeus as a daddy.

every day, kaiden looks out her window because she always feels a longing feeling. she never knows what it is for, but it is mainly what used to be her old life.

Did I do okay?

[avie summons]

Kaiden, you did fine! you did exactly what I wanted - and it's beautiful! A masterpiece!

[Kaiden Maylark]

Awesome oppossum!(:

[carmel dean]

Carmel was contented with her life. Her mum and brother were the most important people in her life and she couldn't imagine living her life without them. They were her world. And she was theirs. They were all happy.

Even with her ‘perfect’ world, she knew she had dreamed more than that. Not fairytale romance—although it wouldn’t hurt to have it, nor even the riches—she was actually glad with what she had right now.

She’d rather shoved fork down her throat than to admit it but she always dreamed for that certain figure to be in her life. For good. He would be the one who scolded her when she was getting trouble, comforted her when she was being bullied by her friends, or coming home early bringing her gifts from work. Not that her brother was not enough, it was just different.

Call her selfish, but she wanted her dad.

Hearing all stories from her friends about their dads never failed to make her wonder what would happen if her ‘dad’ had stayed in her life and her mum hadn’t moved out from America. How he looked like, how amazing class meeting would be instead of being the worst day in the world since she had no dad, and how she would brag to her friends about her dad.

Not only that, it would be nice just to have dad; as a family, daughter, relative. Even if he was poor or a disgrace to society, as long as he loved his family, Carmel couldn’t ask more than that. Having a dad would be a great comfort, because a father’s love would be different than mother’s love, brother’s love, or even lover’s love. And she always found it unfair that she could never have it.

This was the only thing she kept out from her brother. The only secret she kept for herself; because she couldn’t let them know how selfish their sister—and daughter was, she couldn’t and didn’t want to hurt them.

Now, she lost them and got a dad. Was this really what she wanted? She wasn’t sure—no, she was sure it wasn't what she wanted. And she realized that she wanted the whole family package rather than only 'dad' or 'mom and brother'.

By lost, she couldn’t contact her mum and brother anymore. Sure, she came home in occasions. But being a year-around was hard, she had to be separated from them, which was almost more horrifying than the concept of dying. Of course, she was being over-dramatic, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. Afterall, Iris Messaging was still different than being with them for real, but she would take what she could get.

By getting a dad, she found out that her dad apparently was a god. Apollo was his name. She kind of figured why her mum fell for him, but what she wondered was whether he did love her mum back in time. Or did he thought of her as just another girl with another demi-god kid? It was painful to consider the latter, but she knew it could be true, judging from the number of kids he had—her half-siblings. She refused to be bitter about that.

And just to make it all better, gods apparently had rules that they couldn’t contact their children so that they wouldn’t show any favoritism. In her five years on camp, she only got to see her dad once, and he was not even coming for her. That was the day she got her pendant as an exchange for the days he couldn’t attend in her life.

He definitely wouldn’t make it into poster dad, or even normal dad. And she still loved him, just because the fact that he was her dad. She knew that he couldn’t help it that he couldn’t be in her life. After all, what could she do about that?

But everytime she was in her darkest mood, she always dreamed about the night, her mum and her dad lounging around the living room, and she and her brother having great time of their life with the fire crackled from the hearth, warming up their home when her father was off from riding the sun chariot.

Well, humans always wanted things they couldn’t get, right?


Epically fail xD
Something like that,eh? Do I get it all wrong?