So, I’m gonna try and start to write again. To get me back in the mood, I’m doing a quiz! *grins maniacally*
Rules: 1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most one at the least. 2. Make them answer the following questions. 3. Feel free to go ahead and add some question yourself!!
How old are you?
Why are you asking me this? Get out of my Kitchen!
Depends on what calendar you’re using, thou oh-so-intelligent. I’m old enough to take care of myself.
Do you have any bad habits?
Only according to my Parents.
I’m quiet? People keep dying, but it’s NOT my fault.
My temper can get rather dramatic. I am not joking. If you want to keep your house in one piece, it’s not a good idea to anger me.
Putting up with the IDIOTS who populate my kitchen!
No. These scars are old. And if you touch me, I’ll hurt you.
Who’s your mate/spouse?
What part of “I’m 16″ do you not get? Though I’m engaged. Kind of. Maybe. Uh- Next question!
The last guy I went out with had to have his memory wiped. Any other questions?
I am married to my art. PUT DOWN THAT SALT CELLAR OR I WILL GUT YOU.
It’s illegal to be married. I have my sisters.
Have any kids?
None that I know of!
Did Margerete put you up to that question?
What kind of question is that? I just told you I’m single! And yes, I’m old-fashioned. Get over it.
*is busy beating the person who dropped a bowl of strawberries*
Me, allowed to have kids? That’s a joke.
Katie’s hot chocolate. I could live on that stuff.
The little spring eel pies that Margerete makes with the gravy and the vegetables, and the crust so shiny…
Lemon bars. But without coconut, and just browned, so the top cracks when you cut into it. Lovely!
I love all food. EXEPT THE SLOP THEY SERVE IN OTHER KITCHENS!
Well, here, I suppose I’d have to say the contraband bread from the worker’s level was awfully good. Aside from that, food isn’t a point of interest.
Favorite Ice cream flavor?
I’m sorry? What?
Grasshopper pie. Or rocky road. Or cherry chip. Or Rolo. Or- oh, for goodness sake, any ice cream I can get shipped in solid is marvelous.
Ice cream? Iced Cream. Hmm, that sounds interesting. MARTIN! Bring me the cream and the ice shavings, and Martin, bring me some strawberries…
I’m no favorite. I don’t get treats. Who are you anyways?
I’m pretty sure I’d have been told. Pretty sure. Unless-
I say prayers for their souls every day.
He deserved it.
I prefer to keep those who have sinned where they can repent of their transgressions against the culinary world. For a LONG time.
I- don’t remember.
Takes too much effort.
No. Loathe though, I can manage.
“Hate”implies that they’re on my level.
YOU! What are you doing with that pie?!!!??? *hurls a knife* No, why do you ask?
Not a person, exactly. I try not to think about them.
I wasn’t there. I was in Grand Bank. Grand Bank, I tell you!
Not unless you include the alternate identity, and the gift- and you don’t remember me saying any of that. Right?
Withholding information isn’t the same as lying about it, right? I mean, they don’t know about it, but they don’t need to, right? And not telling the Observers things is totally not even an issue. And the- you know, I’m just going to say no, and leave it there.
Michael. Just joking! Just joking…
I followed my brother across the world to bail him out. Does that count?
You touch my family, you die. Tell whoever sent you that.
What is the point of this question?
Not now. Not anymore. Not here.
What is your job?
I’m a student. Though Katie seems to want me to work at McDonalds. It’s in discussion.
I work in the kitchen. And I pour wine at the high table.
I’m the only person on this island, what do you think?
I am master of the kitchen. And the cellars. And the docks.
You really are not the highest rating, aren’t you? Look at my ident code. It has “drudge” in the TITLE!
Are you a boy or a girl??
One brother, but he’s under sentence of death. And it’s my fault. I WILL break him out.
Daddy, Muv, Pete, Ally, Mike, John, Geoff, Jane, and Sally.
They died in the winter when I was a child.
I’m the only one left.
After that weekend, I think I can count on Allison, Michael, Katie, Ben and Kathleen to stand by me. I’m not saying I like them though.
Margerete is amazing. And Brother Hugo. But I can’t trust anyone else, right now. I shouldn’t even trust them, really.
Back at home, a couple.
Me? You’ve got me mixed up with someone people like.
What was the most surprising moment in your life up until now?
When Mr. X shot that man. I don’t even know his name.
When it turned out that Herr Adolf knew who I was. I’m still not sure where that is going.
The first time I flew was very memorable.
When my assistant made a flawless cake. I could not have done better myself. Then I knew who my successor must be.
When I first saw fire summoned. That was a good day.
Caffine intake: By 11 am, I’ve ingested 2 coffees and a mug of tea. Let’s not count more
Wow, I am a writing MACHINE today! Of course, this is probably due to the fact that I’ve been sitting in front of these screens for essentially the last 6 hours. I’ve been trying to front-load my word count, because I suspect I will not get much done on my working days. But still… *cough* It’s time to go, self. Get off the computer.
I am also beginning to suspect that I am a little too fond of having my Characters say the opposite of what they mean. *mirthful grin* It’s just, I seem to naturally include intrigue. Really, I don’t plan for it, and then suddenly half my characters are being watched and have to communicate “other ways.” *sigh*
However, I still quite like a lot of my characters. And those I don’t like I’m either killing or sending to a nunnery. Hmmm, I didn’t realize that was my plan until I wrote that. And Herr Bruno is still enormous fun to write. Check out his motivational style;
“Now, ladies and gentlemen, I do not have enough staff to spare them to the inevitable loss of limbs and dismemberment I will make sure result from mistakes, so please don’t make any.”
I’m a little bit concerned about Adelhied. She really seems to have no soul. This frustrates me, but I also have a cold, so I’m finding it ever so slightly difficult to get worked up about it. *blows nose*
I actually have most of my characters up now. *dances* I also was hired at McDonalds, so I should show them you before I have to start working full-time.
Adelhied: My main female character. She’s 19, and her brother ran off to travel the world selling things three yeas ago. Now he got put under sentence of death in Hamberg, and called her there so he could see her before he died. She is currently under an assumed name, Adele, working in the kitchen of the Castle where he is imprisoned, and cooking up something devious along with the fish.
Johannes: The brother who ran off to travel the world. He’s blond, 17, and a little ADHD. He has a wicked business sense, but doesn’t always notice the traps he’s walking into. Currently imprisoned, and giving language lessons to the daughter of the Castle Steward.
Hadelind: The daughter of the Castle Steward in Hamberg. She’s got a club foot, and hasn’t been out of the Castle in years. Sensible as the day is long, she helps out wherever an extra pair of hands is needed. Taking language lessons from Johannes, and likes the crazy stories he tells.
Margerete: She’s lived in Hamberg her whole life, which is almost 40 years so far. She has no children, but she takes most of the castle under her wing, including Adelhied/Adele. She knows EVERYTHING that goes on. Is Herr Bruno’s right hand woman, though he’d never say so.
Herr Bruno: The crazy cook at Hammaburg (the name of the castle). Literally, he carries a massive broken sword that he’s ground smooth, and he bites the blade when he’s agitated, which is often. So he’s bending you backwards over the table with the sword at your throat, and blood running down his chin where he cut himself. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BREAD?!? If you make a mistake in his kitchen, you run for your life. Also, no one ever knows quite where he is, which doesn’t help the stress level.
Hugh: Johannes’s partner, he’s an scarred middle aged ex-crusader with a past we haven’t talked about yet. But he handles swords like he was born with them in his hands. He’s currently hiding out in a monastery as a novice, and is heading for Hammaburg with a delivery of beer. Spent “16 years on a battlefield.”
Martin (brown): A 9 year old page to the Herzog, with brown hair, he ends up helping Herzogin Mechtilde’s ladies with her sewing, which he is not pleased about. Had once lesson in how to fight properly from Hugh, which he was pleased about. He has a running friendship/feud with
Martin (white): A 9 year old kitchen boy with blond hair. Fights Brown Martin on sight, and notices more than you’d think.
Adolph: The Herzog, he’s 2o, and likes to go about in disguise to learn about his property, though everyone knows who he is because of his red hair. He was not pleased when his mother tried to arrange a marriage with him to Adelhied, who he’s never met, and thereupon announced that he was moving to Hamberg, and that he’s going to marry lady Nathalie. He goes by Alban when he’s “undercover.”
Nathalie: The “understood” betrothed of Adolph. Pretty and predatory. Adolph didn’t stand a chance. She was widowed once before, and is making a very advantageous marriage to Adolph. Her Uncle is Ritter Sebastian.
Ritter Sebastian: The Chief adviser to Herzogin Mechtilde. He was the instrument of Johannes’s condemnation, which was unwarranted. He likes power, and also for people to not know that he likes or has power. Doesn’t hold a grudge, because he doesn’t need to. If he doesn’t like you, you’re already dead.
Herzogin Mechtilde: Herzogin of Hamberg, and many other places which she’d rather visit. She was made regent of her son’s lands when her husband died 15 years ago, and she isn’t letting go of the power. She’s very used to it by now, in fact.
Dietlinde: At age 14, she was shipped off to Hammaburg to snare a husband, but she spends all her time in the stillroom making medicines. Skittish, she has very good hearing, and knows how to use her store of herbs to do remarkable things, despite not liking them.
Father Nikolous: The (very) new priest at Hammaburg. He is in charge of both the castle and the surrounding area, now that Father David died. He’s very eager to do a good job, but sometimes is a little too eager to do well.
There are a few other people who have names, but they’re not important enough to make it onto the list.