Name: Qwerty FinklewaterAge:
light hair, dark eyes. Makes his own fancy clothes. Wormy and small, looks like a ferret.Chosen by:
The BookGift description:
Page, the book’s giftPersonality:
Qwerty can’t help but be a hateful human-being. He hates almost everyone he meets, or finds something to hate about them. He’s shy and doesn’t talk much, but he’s stuck up and rude whenever he does talk. Unless it’s to someone he’s afraid of. Cowardly and reserved, he only tries to hurt people in a way where it doesn’t look like he’s the one who did it. He’s highly intelligent and clever, and uses his wits to get out of tough situations, whether it’s a conversation or a fight. He has a dark sense of humor and finds jokes at the expense of others highly funny, but jokes directed at him jarringly unfunny. He uses his cute features to make himself seem innocent, when really he is anything but.History:
Qwerty lived on a mystical world in a cold city; where magic was rampant and people were out of control. He lived a middle-class existence in the nicer part of this city, for most of what he could remember.
The reason for his world being such a tough place to live in was, of course, the magic. Some magic-users were more powerful than others. They usually got the better jobs—whether it was because they had the power of persuasion, or some other powerful magic--leaving people without strong magic broke. This led people with poor to no magic to a life of mugging or some other despicable way of living. Including selling human-beings.
Qwerty didn’t remember much about his parents, but he remembered them giving him up for a cheap sum of money at the age of five.
He was bought by an abusive tailor and re-named after his new father, and could no-longer remember what his old name was.
His adopted father taught him how to make clothes with magic, but Qwerty discovered something else he could do with the clothes…
He could use the clothes to kill his father’s clients.
And then, maybe, just maybe, his father would go to jail when the police later discovered his clothes were killing people. Qwerty would be sent to an orphanage, but anything was better than being beaten.
His idea hadn’t worked. Whenever he killed his father’s clients, his father simply hid the bodies. He had, of course, thought of killing his adopted father… but then he realized the police would eventually just trace the killings back to Qwerty.
But something happened to Qwerty when he started killing people. He had found he liked it.
Just when Qwerty was starting to feel good for the first time in his life, something worse than ever happened to him.
A client had walked through the door, and, as Qwerty hadn’t killed anyone for awhile, he thought he’d kill this one. But the client had a daughter, who had come to the shop looking for her father the next day. The look of anguish on the girl’s face when his adopted father told her that her father had died of a heart attack shot a pang of guilt through Qwerty’s heart. Qwerty did not know what the feeling was at the time, he only knew it made him feel terrible, and he never wanted to feel that way again. He tried killing someone again to make himself feel better, but whenever he killed people from then on, he had that same, horrible, sinking feeling in his stomach. So eventually he stopped altogether.
He decided from then on that he wanted to be good, but just as he figures out how to be good, he finds the book.
And becomes an agent of chance!Abilities:
The only abilities he has are intelligence, making himself look harmless, and manipulating people’s clothes with magic. Beware.
Just thought I should say something 'bout this. I decided I'd audition for this neat tournament
drew him and designed him for me. There are a couple of reasons I wanted her to do this for me. One, she's a better artist, and two, I can't do a subtle, normal design to save my life, and I really wanted him to look like a normal kid, but still unique. I knew Zime wouldn't fail me, so I let her do it. : )
Gosh... I've never written something this
dark and violent in my life. I don't know where this came from. I just really wanted to make a sort of genuinely cold-hearted, on-the-way-to-becoming-a-psychopath type character. Must be my psychology class or somethin'. I also just love this type of fantasy, too. Where it's really strange and dark...
Anyway, I love writing for Qwerty, my lovable little psychopath who tries to be good, and even if he doesn't make the cut--which he probably won't--I promise I'll write him a book someday anyways.
Wait, give him the book.
do-do-do-do-do-do.I hope I didn't accidentally, like, break a rule or something. And I hope I did the page points right.