With what I thought was impeccable timing, Jenny posted about describing characters and asked to see other blogger’s character descriptions. She must have read my mind, because just the previous day I had written a description of sorts, more for myself than anyone else, of Cayne; the main character of my 2012 NaNo novel “Unforget.”
• The process of retrieving memories previously lost, stolen, sold or otherwise released outside the originator’s mind.
It’s chock-full of telepathic officials, memories, mysteries, technology and my awesome hero walking around in a black hoodie. Now that you all understand the meaning behind the title (I realized that Unforget, like Monster, is going to be a genre nearly impossible to define… semi-dystopic/alternate-reality/suspense…? Maybe?) I shall introduce you to Cayne and leave you to see what image this leaves in your mind.
He had a strange face, and it wasn’t just the serpentine sharpness of it.
His near-constant expression was a mixture of wide-eyed wariness, simmering fury, terror, and unspoken grief. It resulted in an air of pitiable danger; his sorrowful black eyes watched everything and missed nothing. Rimmed with kohl, they gave the impression of someone barely alive, clinging to the last threads of life with one hand.
He was the sort of person that people stole second glances at but pretended not to notice.
He dressed in black; from his boots to his coat. Even his hair, hanging in inky strands over his left eye, was black. Everything he did seemed to border between panicked and assured, wavering thinly on the edge of sanity.
It was clear from the first glance that he was not quite right, but eyes inevitably followed his tall, thin body as he walked, shoulders slightly hunched, hood pulled up as if to keep attention from being drawn to him.
He stood out from sheer unusualness.
He stood out – and he was left alone.
The other night I was listening to Owl City’s new songs when Silhouette started to play and it realized that it had been absolutely written for Cayne. I can’t even describe to you how exactly it fits his shattered, broken life; the shards he struggles to piece back together. The lyrics seemed to have come straight from his thoughts and feelings, so I present you with a lyric video. If you understand this song, you understand Cayne as well as it is possible to understand him.
Heavens, anyone reading this would think that I write nothing but bleak characters anymore… that is not necessarily true. Not entirely, anyhow. I do seem to have developed a fascination with the deepest emotional, moral and spiritual issues, though. I almost frighten myself. Have you any fantastic bits of character description you’d care to share?