I could also call this the Emo Edition. I’ve never written an emo character before…depressed characters? Sure, by the bucketload (though I’ve been told I write the best depressed guys. And it was a compliment. Yay!) but not so much the you-want-to-both-smack-them-and-hug-them-anything-to-drag-them-out-of-the-dark-hole-they’ve-got-themselves-in-dark-eyeliner-and-sadness types.
And it shouldn’t come as any surprise that I loved him from the minute he popped into my life yesterday. I have Stella to credit for giving me the model, and every new picture just solidified the need to have a flesh-and-blood (er…ink-and-paper) character to do justice to his uniqueness. (Is that a word? Uniquity? Nah. And why do I always seem to like guys who look like goblins or some other unearthly fey creature? Ah, I don’t know). Therefore, I give you –
Vey Kiwanje (Pronounced: ki-won-gee)
Weight: 130lbs (skinny boy)
Vey has the unique ability to not only hear music in everything, but see it as well. He’s badly dyslexic, antisocial, and is a type-A hemophiliac, which means he bleeds and/or bruises if you look at him too hard, which is why he dropped out of school. He was an easy target for bullies and one fight ended with him in the hospital. He’s messy, introverted, and pretends not to listen even when he’s paying attention. He’s been tossed around foster homes as long as he can remember and is only just old enough to live on his own. He has a younger sister who he rarely sees but calls and sends presents to as often as he can. He hates chaos and will retreat anywhere he can be alone. He can usually be found with large earphones and a keyboard, composing music and lyrics or just listening. He’s forceful, has enough attitude for three (bigger) people, and acts like an ice front when he really has a very warm disposition.
The funny thing is, he strolled into my mental menagerie the other day with a casual “Hey, whaddup” and I don’t even have a novel for him yet. Thanks to his sudden – yet inevitable – appearance, a story is spinning itself around him whether I like it or not. That’s one of the tough things about being a writer; I’m trying to focus on Monster while Cayne, Moon, Vey, Xiah, and a host of other characters clamor for attention. Not that I mind. I mean, who could resist these eyes?
Certainly not a hapless authoress. My characters have a way of winding me around their little fictional pinkies. It isn’t fair, I tell you. Anyway, there you have a new character introduction because there hasn’t been a Beautiful People in a while and I’m missing it and…yep. There’s going to have to be someone seriously fun and stable to counterbalance this dude…