"There he sat at the booth with his companions Charlene and Sandra. He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready. He calls out the waitress. His order: mom's spaghetti..."
This a
collaborative-interactive-fiction-project or a
CIFP for short, but think of it as the
most valuable wRHG resource you'll ever get. Here
wRHG's personalities are fleshed out, you can
practice writing skill, and more at
no cost to
you!
Who are you?
You are Kyle Lane! An intrepid young reporter with some experience under his belt whose been given the task of interviewing the wRHG contenders.
Name: Kyle Lane
Sagittarius
Age: 28
DOB: 12/1
Family: Deacon Lane (Dad/60), Bertha Lane (Mom/58), Sarah Lane (Sister/20), Charlie Dawn (Fiancée/26)
Abilities:
Extremely good at reading physical and vocal cues. Can tell if most people are lying.
Good Listener
Anti-Situational Awareness - Complete invulnerability to anything he does not understand. This basically means you can't attack him or anything like that.
Journalist Sense - Knows when to pry and press for more information.
Interviewer Sense - Knows when to back off and move to another topic.
Highly Sarcastic
Can Skateboard
Equipment:
Charlene - His trusty magical notebook. It does not talk. It seems to never run out of pages. He writes his notes in it. Given to him by his fiancée Charlie.
Sandra - His not so trusty magical phone. It does not talk and is quite shitty, but Kyle received it as a gift from his sister, so he resigns to use it. It is usually recording his interviews. He can pause the recordings for off-the-record comments.
Weaknesses:
Highly Sarcastic
Pretty women and cute girls(+18) like his sister(not his sister though), he tries to hide it however.
Blood makes him nervous, he's not a hemophobe or anything like that though.
His suit makes it hard for him to run
Personality:
Kyle is a sarcastic everyman. He is not that distinct and he purposely mutes his own behavior so that his interviewee's can shine. He's quite brave, so even if his interviewee is intimidating, he will hide it and still do his job effectively. He is also very diligent and makes sure to always ask the right questions.
Appearance:
He has black hair that is permanently in bed head. He wears a dress shirt with dark green tie and a suit jacket that is a bit tight and never buttoned. He wears black slacks and white tennis shoes. He's typically seen with his skateboard in hand.
Story:
Nephew of famous reporter, Lois Lane, he set out on a journey to become the world's best investigative journalist. Although, he failed at that miserably, he learned he had a talent for interviewing people. One fateful morning, he received a phone call from the wRHG bureau offering him a special new job position.
In
Kyle Vs. The World, I will interview various wRHG characters.
Use: Consider this an additional resource for writers who want to understand more about another's character. This can also help you flesh out your own character, or see how others perceive your character without having to wait for a battle and wager points to do so.
CNC: Since this thread allows people to practice with wRHG's, CNC is welcome but you can only CNC one interview at a time. More appreciated is when author's clarify confusion on their own wRHG as this is the primary purpose.
Request: Although, I plan to do all active characters, you can move you character to the top of the queue by request. Do so by providing your character's name and a link to their page.
Submit: I most definitely cannot do this on my own. Nor should I as its just as much writing practice as much as it a wRHG resource. In fact, if you have a battle coming up, you could preemptively test out your opponent and get feedback on it before you even battle! If you are submitting, follow these rules please.
1. You cannot use your own wRHG
2. The story must take place in, or around StickPage Diner, think IHOP, its basically IHOP. If you don't know what IHOP is, just make whatever you want up.
3. Any perspective is allowed, but it must be centered around Kyle and the wRHG, he is interviewing
4. If the wRHG is a team, he interviews all the team members at the same time
5. Try not to interview a character that has already been interviewed
6. Only characters who are Active (In Hall of Warriors) can be interviewed
7. Minimum Length is 300 words (Standard wRHG Demo)
8. DO NOT POST IT ON THIS THREAD, PM me so that I can put it into the OP, formatted please, no Google Docs
9. Have Fun
10. Don't talk about Fight Club
by Org |
I must admit I’ve always been a little jealous of her. Sarah was a prodigy who had basically been given everything in life. Graduating high school in 2 years and college in 3, she could have easily done anything and go anywhere she wanted. Instead, she was here, cupping a mug of hot chocolate.
It was a slow, quiet morning in StickPage Diner. Only Roger, the patron of this fine establishment, was working in the back, testing out the grills and fryers. Other than that constant sizzle and traffic outside, it was fairly quiet. Annoyed, I tried to break the silence.
“So Sarah wha-“
Still starring deep into the brown confines of her mug, she held up her index finger.
On instinct, I held my tongue.
Deliberately, she drew closer to her mug and stuck the tip of her tongue in. Almost immediately, she reeled back crying about the heat.
I burst out laughing, “Serves you right, Princess!”
A fatal error.
Instantly, I was met with the unstoppable force of my sister’s puppy dog eyes. When intelligence couldn’t get her what she wanted, manipulation easily did, and there was nothing I could do.
Pouting she handed me the mug and uttered a single command, “Blow.”
Despite my reservations, I could never refuse my cute little sister. I blew the hot mug until it cooled and handed it back to her. It was strange though, the mug didn’t seem all that hot in the first place. Surely not hot enough to…
Smiling, Sarah drank the whole thing without stopping. The top of her upper lip was light brown with cocoa.
Then it dawned on me. The hot cocoa was never hot, she just wanted me to blow on it!
As gently as I could, I slammed my fist on the table.
“Sarah, why are you here?”
