Character A…

So the most instantly characterizing bit of information about a character, to me, in a story is the name. We’ll start there. While thinking about this process this morning, I felt the need to create the character as female.

I’ll just list as many names as I can think of in … oh … three minutes. I’ll try not to cheat.

Starting… now

Amber
Audrey
Ashley
Andrea
Angela
Alice
Annelle
Ann
Aginot
Akram
Antionette
Annette
Alice
Amy
Annabelle
Artess
Althea
Allison

And that’s all I got, and I even made up a few.

Hmm… I like Anelle. It’s two syllables, but fits easily on the tongue. It has that protagonist and/or primary love interest feel to it. Villanous names tend to be long and cruel to the mouth.

Anelle would be young (Nellie, Nell, Annie), so we’ll say 18. Pretty.

Anelle

Anelle called back to her grandmother, “I’ll be right there, Nana.” She put aside the book she had been reading.

The author had stolen her imagination from the first page when she introduced Ronaldo, the mysterious latin bachelor to Lady Angelina, the bored and lonely Dame of the manse. Anelle knew they would end up together, but she couldn’t wait to find out how it happened. That was the thing with romance. There was no question that those fated to get together would do so; what was ever in doubt is how they would find each other, and realize that love had set their names beside each other in his book from the beginning.

“What took you so long? Were you reading another of those trash pulps again?” Nana asked. “You are wasting your special mind with such rubbish.”

“Yes, Nana, of course. What can I do for you?”

“Nellie, be a dear and fetch me some tea?” her grandmother asked, bringing out her best treacle to coat her voice.

Nell hated it when her grandmother used that tone of voice. It always meant work for her. She especially hated it when her grandmother called her Nellie. She started asking her to stop when she turned 16, thinking herself nearly a woman. Two years later she had simply given up and tried not to pay attention.

Sigh. “Sure Nana. Iced or Hot?”

“Hot. This weather has sent a chill to my bones. I wish Mother Nature would decide if it’s going to be summer or winter.”

Nell went to the kitchen and placed the old kettle on the stove and starting fixing a snack for her grandmother. She placed the sugar cellar and creamer on the tray with the plate of ladyfingers and fruit.

The kettle screeched and she poured some water into the teapot with her grandmother’s favorite leaf tea and let it steep a moment. She arranged the pot, the food and the dishes just so on the bed tray.

As she climbed the stairs to her grandmother’s room with the tray, she let her mind wander to Ronaldo and his “sculpted chest and rippling biceps.”

“I wonder if sculpted means it feels like stone. I’ll never learn as long as I’m stuck in this place,” she thought. Then, “That’s not fair. I don’t have it so bad. I just want to know what it’s like.”

So that’s what I have at 11:55 p.m. on Sunday night and I want to stick to my post on Sunday rule. At least, I don’t want to break it the very first day.

We’ll visit Anelle later this week. Please leave me comments and questions about anything to do with this.

3 Responses to “Character A…”

  1. Mrs. Bixby (not her real name) says:

    This is Mrs. Bixby (not her real name). I can’t figure out how to log out Mr. Bixby, so I apologize for any confusion.

    Here are my questions:
    Why does Annelle live with her Nana? and Why is she “stuck” there?
    Where do they call home?
    Does Annelle have any siblings?

    I have a million more, but thats it for now.

  2. Mrs. Bixby (not her real name) says:

    ooo…it looks like I did log him out!

    Yeah me!

  3. Mrs. Bixby (not her real name) says:

    Can I get some more info here? AND a letter B character? Thanks!