I think I understand what you mean about your characters too. I've been looking over some of my most recent....associates, and though there are certain attributes (necessary for the plot) differentiating them, they do seem similar. I'm currently working on back story to character build a little more.
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Yes! That's it exactly!
Sometimes I feel like all my characters are the one person wearing various wigs and fake moustaches ~:|
Sionnain, I tend to swap between 1st and 3rd person depending on the story, but at the moment I'm mostly using third person subjective. What are dialogue exercises? I don't think I've ever tried those before. I don't really mind dialogue, it's wrapping the narration around the dialogue that I have trouble with, but that's all the more reason to practice I suppose :P
The following be snippets from the two main pieces I've been writing. They've both been edited because I can't connect the computer I wrote them on to the internet and when I was retyping them I decided that changes were desperately warranted. The first is from my current Ober fanfic. There were three schemes that failed really early on in the OberChrons and I decided to see what would happen had all three gone as planned. The second is from my original story which currently has the working title of
iSmoulder because I couldn't think of anything better and it was a step up from
untitled.
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Elspeth hovered in the open gateway, glancing around for any watchers that might be about; there was too much tain in their surroundings to use a probe.
"The coast's clear I think," she sent to the man and horse that waited. "You have his papers?"
"Aye" affirmed Reuvan aloud.
"
Shhhh! You'll have us heard!"
The man shifted uncomfortably. "This form of speech sets my teeth on edge," he thought. "And you
did say that the coast was clear, where's the harm?"
"I could be wrong!"
There was no response to that. Horse and rider trotted out of the darkness of the stables and up to the gate where Elspeth stood. She gave one last check of their surroundings before signalling for them to move out.
Jaygar gave a soulful look to the woman before departing. "Farewell Innle, take care of my master." he sent.
"I'll do me best."
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Sarah looked over at the screen. Today the interface showed a girl of about eight. She was very pretty, with her curls falling in golden tumbles across her shoulders, long black lashes framing wide, innocent eyes.
In the days before, Sarah and Ella had often played dress ups with the visual interface. This was the one they used when Sarah pretended that Ella was her older sister. It was a low blow.
"Hellos Sarah," said the interface in a baby voice that had once sounded grown up and mature. "I've missed you," it said.
Sarah forced herself to remember that Ella was a program and not a person. Her imagination was capable of attributing feelings to a pet rock, and this was no time to indulge in such fantasies. "I doubt that," she said, her tone dry with a scepticism she didn't feel.
"Don't you love me any more?"
"Quit with the games Ella, it isn't working."
