I have an idea in my head, I know I do. The problem is, I don’t know which one it is. Okay, so I have several ideas in my head, and this crawling desire to focus on one, but none of them is dominant right now. In an attempt to get some actual writing done, because you’re not a writer unless you write, right? I’m going to close my eyes, let the music player pick a song from my congolomoration of all of the soundtracks of my books, and see which of my characters wants to come out to play today.
*closes eyes* *pushes shuffle*
(for reference, it landed on ‘Gone Away’ by The Offspring, which was not actually a character song until about thirty seconds ago when I heard it.)
Actaeon/Conner
You what sucks about being immortal? About being the son of a god and a mortal?
Enternity. Watching the people you love die around you. You might think someone could avoid that kind of thing by hanging out with other immortals. Sounds easy enough, right? I mean, being born and raised amongst the gods, I know a lot of them.
And there’s a lot more of them out there than you might think. The thing is, they’re not as eternal as they’d like you to beleive. Life comes and goes, even if you’re more powerful than your standard human-being.
You also might think that, given how rarely new gods, heroes, angels, whatever come along, that we’d treat our own kind better. Have a little more respect for the lives around us. But no. Gods are as selfish as the rest of you, they just don’t have to follow the same rules.
Yeah, okay, so it sucked when I met that amazing, brilliant, naive little angel a few thousand years ago, and then watched her blow herself up less than a week later. Oh, the things we do for our creators. That bit big time, but life goes on and I still had my friends.
Except, it seems like the more decades, centuries, and millenia that pass, the more of them I lose. Brothers, cousins, lovers, friends. All snatched away by the arrogance of power.
So what’s a guy to do? I’m not being cocky when I say I’m powerful. The easy answer — the obvious answer — is to take them all out. Destroy those bastards who have stolen all I hold dear. An all out war against the gods. Prometheus tried that. Stupid bastard. Atlas bore the weight of their never-ending battle, and it killed him, too.
Herc…Herc is just their lapdog. What a life.
But no, I’ve seen where caring gets people. It stole my friends. It shattered who I thought I wanted to be. Retaliation means I still give a damn. I don’t. They can have their war. They can have your souls. You surrender them willingly anyway. I want my peace. Let someone else fight this war. I’m done.
Conner is my favorite anti-hero. And not the person or story I thought I’d be telling right now. But…for the man I refer to as Apathy’s Hero, he’s got a hell of a lot of passion eating him from the inside out. Maybe it’s time I gave him another glance. Do you have a favorite character who drives your imagination and creeps into your dreams when you’re without inspiration?
