First Impressions Exercise: Names and Apperences

Names

Hana Morkans

• “Normal” girl
• Lives in a Mongul-type area
• Low-born
• Unfortunate circumstances send her reluctantly on an adventure

Dave NoName

• Ambiguous backgrounds
• Involved in the supernatural
• Reluctant Hero
• Reputable

Anaconda Jones

• Ex-American
• Lives in amazon
• Adventurer, adventurer parents

Appearances

Madeline grabbed her favourite sweater out of her closet. It was technically her dad’s, so it hung loosely over her shoulders and came down over her hands, but the double-knit yarn was so soft she didn’t mind. Plus, the pattern of reindeer prancing across the front was so unbelievably cute, her dad wouldn’t have worn it anyways.

John pulled his hockey stick out for the first time since last march. The wood was old and faded, the brand name long since gone, but the good hockey tape he had saved up for for a month was still securely wrapped around the blade. He lowered it to the floor and took a few fake slap shots towards his mirror, the wood familiar in his hands. 

Anaconda grabbed her Father’s machete. It had all these cool old stickers on it, from where her parents used to live in The Country. They were peeling off now, but she still liked to try to read them, to puzzle out what the old slogans meant.

Dave pulled an old sweater on over his t-shirt, covering the tattoos that encircled his arms like sleeves. He wasn’t really a fan of them, to be honest - if he were to get a tattoo, he would at least like to know what the symbols meant. But he had woken up with these, and he guessed he just had to live with them. He had not met a laser technician who could remove them.

Hana looked down into the well at her reflection, dark but visible in the deep waters. Her usually tight braid was coming out around her ears, making a downy halo around her face. Bags decorated her dark eyes, and in between them sat her father’s nose, too large and hooked for a young girls face. She already had worry lines around her mouth. It’s no wonder no one will marry me, she thought. I already look like an old maid.  

Minor Character Description

The kid’s hair was wild and greasy, sticking up without the use of any product in a blatancy defiance of the laws of physics. It bobbed wildly as he spoke, a bright red mass bouncing as he gestured widely with his pale, freckled hands.

Dave pulled the sweater on over his t-shirt, muting the shirtsleeves of colour covering his arms. I wondered if even he knew what those strange tattooed symbols meant.

DAVE NO-NAME MOTIVATIONS

Backstory - Can’t remember his past, has no family other than wife and kids

Setting - In a sort-of broken down town full of supernatural creatures. 

• Is a commercial exorcist, comes very naturally to him.
• Has lots of tattoos on arms, sometimes they glow
• Wants to know where he came from
• Wants to make the town a safer place for his children

ANACONDA JONES MOTIVATIONS

• Was born in a grass hut in the forest, has never left
• Knows how to hunt, use machete, harvest plants, ext., but has never used a chip-and-pin machine
• Wonders what the United States are like
• Wants to travel out of the jungle and see cities
• Wants to end corporate injustice within the government
• Wants to stop deforestation

Dave huffed and pulled his jacket closer to his neck as he walked past a group of stray werewolves. He would have to remember to tell the girls to not walk by this street. He couldn’t understand why the city council didn’t do anything about the scum on the streets; it was a terrible hazard to children, whose necks were soft like chew toys to a young werewolf. He sometimes wondered if he would be able to do a better job at running the city, but he didn’t have the papers required to run for office anyways.

“It was my dad’s,” said the client, patting his glowing bow tie with pride. Dave grinder his teeth, partially out of annoyance at the interruption, and a tiny bit out of jealousy. The only thing he had left of his ambiguous, possibly-existent parents was a strange craving for squirrel pie.

In the darkness of the office building, Dave’s tattoos began to glow beneath his shirtsleeves. he didn’t know why they did that, but it was a comfort in times like this. Plus, it meant that he never had to worry about carrying a flashlight around.