My new Skulduggery pleasant OC who I will write about eventually....

I'm in a real mood for writing at the minute, but I don't want to plan for NaNo because I want to be calm, prepared and level-headed for the kick-off at midnight! anyone else doing it?
So, I'm writing the second skulduggery pleasant OC of the story I'll write eventually.... Most likely after November...

Taken name: Rilla Styx
Given name: Lily Evanson
Looks:
   - Slightly below average height
   - Thick wavy black hair, shoulder-length
   - Forest green eyes
   - Leanly muscled, can be weak for long periods of time because she's quite sickly, very thin
   - Very pale, with dark circles under her eyes
History: Her mother was non-magic, and tried her best to protect her daughter from what she saw as dangerous, when she found out that her husband could use magic she divorced him. She doesn't like Lily to visit her father because with her already frail state of health she doesn't want her to get involved in anything dangerous, treating her like an invalid, thus pushing her away and making her become drawn into the magical world, and her father is only too happy to pass on his knowledge because he doesn't know that she is unwell. She can't fight for long and can't use magic a lot otherwise she faints/coughs up blood etc. She can use a gun and a poison dagger.

She's an adept, who has the power of hypnosis, being able to put people into a trance and cotrolling them and their powers, this takes a great toal on her body so she only uses it when it's necessary. She prefers working on the tactical and plan-making side of things.

hmmm, more NaNo planning....

I need a life so badly..... Because I spent today:
1. drawing a skulduggery pleasant picture (not finished) and a nightmare before christmas picture, their both on my other blog if you wanna check it out.
2. Annotating twilight.... don't ask it's a long story
3. Planning NaNo
4. And trying to make my brothers skulduggery pleasant costume grow with my mind so I can wear it instead of him.
5. Then I read a book

-sigh- I need hobbies, social hobbies, that involve peple, I found today that I had a conversation with myself, and when I realised what I was doing it became awkward....

Anyways... this is a little paragraph about 2 of my characters in my NaNo novel this year, it won't be going in my story so it isn't cheating.


Lacey grinned widely up at her sister, "Would you honestly expect anything less from me?" and she adjusted the belt she wore around her waist, while innocent in appearance held multiple poisons and small blades, not that Lacey needed those she could incapacitate a man with her bare hands, there were such things hidden throughout her clothing, except for in her hat, which was sitting on the table next to her, "Must you really wear that hat?" NJ muttered eyeing it with distaste, it was tall, black and plain, but it still drew a lot of attention to it's wearer, espeacially when it's wearer was a fifteen year old girl, and NJ was sure that in Lacey's line of work attention isn't exactly what's she looking for, "What's wrong with it?" she asked twirling it idly in her hands, "Nothing, it's a fine hat, but I was really hoping that for not getting noticed so you don't get killed," Lacey wrapped a protetive arm around the top-hat, "I knew it! You're jealous! You want my hat, you want to take it for yourself! But I refuse to hand it over!" Lacey slammed the hat onto her head at a precarious angle and harrumphed in a rather un-ladylike fashion and stormed through the door, NJ just stared after her half sister dumbstruck, before shaking her head and mumbling something that sounded an awful lot like, "Idiot sister, almot as bad as the traitor, why me?" before heading upstairs to check on the kid.

NaNoWriMo prep

So this is part of a prologue for my story, took me about five minutes so it's not much use, I'm not actually adding it to my story, it's only for my preperation and getting to know where I'm going with it and giving my characters some background so I am NOT cheating.

                                                            
The sky was a pale blue, wrought with pink hues, it was a pleasant morning, if not a little cold, the cold air nipped at the girl's face as she carried the large wooden bucket down to the well at the other side of the village, she silently cursed at being unable to manipulate air or fire and being unable to warm herself.
 It wasn't much of a village, there was a total of seventy eight residents living there and was nothing compared to the city her mother had taken her to when she was younger. However it was peaceful, and forgotten, the village elder, Mother Saiya was constantly reminding her of how lucky it was that most people, traders and soldiers alike couldn't remember where the town was, because before the emperor Serpine came into power, the knights and soldiers took advantage of towns of this size, pillaging, plundering and assaulting the women, and it is because of the wrong doings of the knights and noblemen of the past that no one could remember where the small village was, for the fey-folk and spirits of the forest and the people of the village had always worked harmoniously, meaning disease and death rates were low, some members of the community like Mother Saiya, lived until they were almost ninety years old. The fey-folk weaved a web of illusion spells and enchantments around it so it is unplottable, you can stumble across it, but later on, after you leave when you go to place it on a map, you don't remember where it is.
 The well was old, and the rope mechanism creaked and whined as she turned it, and again she cursed her lack of manipulation skills, the biggest problem as far as she could see, was that no one really knew much about magic, or couldn't teach it, but if she did say so herself, she was a very decent healer, her mother was the only healer in the village, and she had trained in the city before stumbling across the little town when she was out looking for ingredients one day, and never left.
 Nothing different ever happened, it was always the same, a continuous cycle, the same one that had been repeating itself for the last century, and as far as she could tell, it would keep going for the next century, and probabally the next. Which was fine when you were old like mother Saiya, but Elia was sixteen, she couldn't help but want a little excitement.

I'm actually still not sure of my plot, but this is the best one I've got and I only have 9 days left so I think I'm going to stick with it.

uhm...

I don't really know where this came from... and with my current affliction of fangirl-ism its a miracle I actually managed to write something un-related to the fandom. The fact it isn't related to any  fandom is a miracle....

Pushing the earbuds into her ears, she smiled, the night was a hazy grey, the moon only a sliver of light. It was quiet, she liked quiet, better than screaming, better than anything she knew.
  It was cold too, but she didn't mind the cold, she didn't mind having flushed cheeks or numb hands, she preferred it to inside her house, for with all the warmth a house could provide her it was still cold, but in a different way, empty and hollow, she'd rather be cold than comfortable with nothing.
   The music huumed a sweet tune in her frost-bitten ears as the wind whipped her dark hair around her face and into her eyes, but she didn't mind. If she was lucky she might stumble blindly into the path of an on-coming car, because living on false statements, and having to con her body into battling through another day, just wasn't working anymore.
 Shw was so close to death anyway, she could count the ribs through her skin now, like a xylophone, she wondered what kind of music that would make, a xylophone made from her bones, she imagined it would be sweet and lulling,
  Unconsciously she tugged her sleeves over her butterfly embellished arms, she had inked those on a couple of weeks ago, but they couldn't hide the mismatch, patchwork state of her flesh, ugly and shameful scars littered them.
  She kept walking, and humming as she went, wondering if she would ever properly live again.

Morbid much... the next non-fandom piece I write will be less.... this I promise

Celestia Terror

This is my current little obsession, I'm in love with skulduggery pleasant series, so this is my own character, I've posted a profile and a little piece on her already... but here's some more just because it's in my head and I rather enjoy creating her as a person.

   Celestia pushed the ring onto the finger of her left hand, she immediately felt drained and a little bit weaker, but she knew it was necessary. It was a bound ring, it blocked her bodies access to her power.
   Her powers were too volatile, by simply moving her hand she could kill someone, she wore it at all times, even in her sleep - the last time she had taken it off for bed was the first and last, she had woken up with blood dripping from the ceiling and a cat carcass on the floor in a bloody pool.
    So she never removed it, except for when she needed to fight, like a few minutes ago, Celestia Terror, never lost in a fight, and she tried her very hardest not to kill anyone either. Her magic required so little thought, so little effort that no one could beat her, she didn't get into fights much, so she hadn't made a name for herself in that aspect, for which she was grateful, she didn't like fighting or making people squirm, but it was necessary, and she was good at it, she could make someone elses knees weak with fear even when she was terrified, she could make them scream before she even took her ring off. She didn't enjoy it, she was haunted at night by nightmares and visions, sometimes she awoke, vision blurred with tears with her lip bleeding from where she had bit it in her sleep.
   The horror of what she could do generally drove her away from people, she was young and attractive, so people weren't afraid to go near her, but Celestia was afraid to go near people, to hurt or maim someone innocent, was something she would never do consciously.

Happy birthday to me :)

I'm getting old! Not really, but each year brings me closer to the end, to the close, to the final judgement... or whatever you believe in... I'm feeling morbid this week.... I blame it on the book I'm reading, "the devil's footsteps" by some author... it's rather fantastic, but creepy and morbid.

The girl smirked, "Did you really think I would forget me promise?" she teased, the man on the floor who began to cry, "Please have mercy. Some-one help! Arrest me, kill me but don't let her touch me!" He screamed, the girl chuckled, "You killed my family, did you really think you'd get away with it?" she raised her palms high, her whole body shaking, clenching them into fists, squeezing his heart slowly and painfully, the man flopped and writhed in agony. She splayed her fingers releasing her grip and pulling his heart into pieces, blood burst through the skin of his wrists, and neck. The woman sighed, it was too easy to kill, to maim, to hurt and torture, she didn't want this, this malfunction in her body, she didn't want to be able to kill people but she could, she could give people an agonizing death. She could control them, torture them, from the inside out, she didn't understand why it was happening, or what was wrong with her but it wasn't good, she wanted to be normal, she wanted her family.

She ran back to the place she was staying, an old bookshop, where an old woman had kindly taken her in as a boarder, throwing herself into the room without a word to the owner and slid to the floor weeping, she hadn't wanted any of this, she wanted a family, she wanted to understand. Bryony was a strong girl, she didn't show her emotions much, wearing a fácade, a mask, but sometimes she lost her self control, and she couldn't do anything but cry.

3 years later

Celestia terror nee Bryony carlson, smiled as she stepped on the train, she may only be 16 but she was powerful and strong, she had had a marvelous teacher who had taught her how to control her magic, what she could do to stop herself from ripping people in two when they annoyed her, she was happy, and she liked her new name, it had a certain ring to it.