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...Have I seen you around Livejournal, by any chance?

Have a complementary PPC-issue harpsichord! It has an unfortunate habit of squirting urple ink at people on wrong notes, but meh.

Thank you. I wasn't going to write this at first, but my beta-reader insisted I write the fanfic, because its primary purpose is to show the effect of mad obsessive love on people.

I mean, depending on the canon and the writing, it's either makes sense with the canon very well, or not at all.

*realises doesn't really go with your comment, just wants to strike up an interesting conversation*

The profile would be for your benefit and your beta reader's alone. I'm not saying post the whole thing on your livejournal, especially if you're trying to weave a story that is majorly based on your character development. I stand by my suggestion that it would greatly benefit you to do that, though it's up to you whether you do or not.

But I can't give my opinion based on what you do have as to whether she's a Sue or not. Your beta-reader sounds very qualified in deciding which is good. Go with that and take heed to his/her advice; I haven't met an Alan Moore fan yet that has completely missed the point.

I wish you good luck with this, it'd be great to read a successful OC Watchmen fic.

Well, I already have some of her background planned. I just didn't want to put too much information in the OC_Analysis because I didn't want to give any spoilers away. Not to sound rude, but I have discussed Rachel's more fleshed out background with a beta-reader and she is very good at pointing out Sues. She even has her own livejournal account that's soul purpose is sporking Ledger!Joker Sues. Plus, I kind of want to hint to my character's background throughout the story while exploring the depths of her sanity. When Rachel's sanity is completely shattered, the story ends. I'm just glad that you see some potential in my character. It means that you don't think she's a Sue.

You are Mine now.

*does not share the newbie*

That there's any real formula to a fleshed out character profile, though usually when I do write one it tends to depend on how much I need to keep for reference while I continue the story.

I think it's more important for an Original Character rather than a canon for the fact that in most cases people who know the fandom know the character like the back of their hand. And you would figure that it should be more likely for someone making up their own character, but the originality and the familiarity one may have with a new character may go through different stages, just like someone would go through multiple edits on a story.

I don't know if you'd find it overkill, but I would start with a biography for her, describing some times in her past, little things that may give you something to draw from or to derive how she would act in a given situation. A quick sheet of the effects of nature and nurture that everyone should have to make a person who they are.

Things like her age, which could help you figure out how her dialogue should go.

Then keep it on hand when you do write your story, and keep the Watchmen volume with you as well. I would also suggest jumping into a little bit of V for Vendetta to get Alan Moore's dialogue style for both characters: they're both very set in a particular moral base but you can almost compare the two and be able to figure that they're not going to sound alike. While both are vigilantes, V does not look at particular people under a microscope, unlike Rorschach.

Sorry, kind of droned on there, I hope you got what I was going for in there.

Okay, thank you. Exactly what kind of fleshed out profile did you have in mind?

I'd need to look at a more fleshed out character profile.

My email is chase.productions @ yahoo . com

Sorry, but I already have a beta-reader. However, I would love to hear your suggestions.

3. friendship over no bounds
three friends end up in middle earth seperated and have to fight in the war for the rings disclaimer i do not own anything from the tolkiverse

Max blinked and looked around. He'd just been smoking pot down behind the changing rooms on the park with his best mates, and now he was in this whole other place. There were men in armour rushing all over the place, and people were yelling in a strange language and everyone was carrying absolutely lethal looking swords.

Determined to find out what was going on, Max went up to one of the men yelling orders. Before he could say anything the man turned and glared at Max, before grabbing his arm and dragging him towards one of the buildings that men were coming from.

Half an hour later, Max was wearing the same armour as everyone else, with a white tree emblazoned on his chest and a sword at his side that he had no idea how to use.

--

Tim sat uncomfortably on the horse he'd been given, shifting slightly to try and ease muscles sore from several days of riding. It'd been years since he was last on a horse, but he still remembered some of the basics, which was all to the good since he didn't think any of the men surrounding him were about to give lessons to a beginner. Not that he would understand them at any rate, since none of the bastards seemed to speak English. He'd been conscripted into an army whose language he didn't speak and whose weapons he couldn't use, to fight a war that he didn't even know the meaning of.

'If I was gonna slip through the Rift or whatever, why couldn't I have ended up in the Napoleonic era or later. Somewhere with guns,' he thought, 'not swords and spears and shit that doesn't even make a decent noise when you use it.'

A horn sounded and the column of horses unfolded into a line. Tim found himself near one of the ends, but not so near that he could slip away unnoticed. He knew what would come next now that a line had been formed, and for all his bravado normally, he didn't want to kill a man for a reason that he wasn't sure of. He didn't think that the other side would give him a choice though.

--

Stuck in the middle of a marching column of armed men, James felt like he was going to die. When he'd been found by the side of the road, alone and dazed, he'd been given a sword and shoved into the column. Everywhere he looked the men were as dark-skinned, or darker, than he was. There wasn't a white person in sight, and James was starting to get the bad feeling that white people would be the enemy.

Ahead, lying limp in the still air, he could see a red flag with a black serpent on it, all the way at the front of the soldiers. It was heavily guarded, the spear points of the men around it gleaming in the sun, and James quickly decided to stay away from anything that required that much protection. Between that and the monster elephants at the very back, James reckoned he'd be lucky to survive his 'own side', let alone the enemy.

Big fan of Alan Moore, and I know his stories very well. To be honest, though, I'm not seeing too much fleshed out considering your character. I'd love to beta read and help you out if I knew more.

It really loses its scariness when, for some strange reason, your mental voice says that in the voice Clarkson uses to announce... The Stig.

Yeah, I didn't find out about that until after I posted it. It was a rookie mistake and I'm not about to make it again.

I know nothing about Watchmen, so I can't help you there.

I would just like to point out that, due to the nature of the Board, it isn't very polite to keep making fresh topics every time you have something new to say. You could have added this to either one of the two topics you already have on the front page.

Okay, thank you.

Welcome to the Board. Please deposit your sanity in the provided receptacle. *holds out bucket marked "Warg fodder"* We don't tend to have much use for things like that here. I gifteth thee with some hugs and a cup of chai tea. Come back if you need more.
-Mad Maudlin

Actually, I was going to join the Mary Sue department, so I thought I would give this fanfic to a member of the crossover department. Are you, by any chance, a member of said department?

...that this is NOT a pimp-hat.
*dons broad-brimmed black felt hat with giant purple plume and pin shaped like bunny rabbit*
I got it at Ren-Faire. You likey?

Oh, certainly. Kill it all you want. In the face.

Never played it before, but I did read some of the past ones. *grins* Now I just need to pick...

And hS.... *bursts out laughing* "Not even"! Not even"! *giggles*

Oh, I am in a silly mood today. :D

No one remembers this, do they? (Ah, you Oldbies don't count) It's a fine old PPC tradition. Basically (and it is very basic), someone (that's me!) posts a number of (real) fanfic summaries (doesn't have to be badfic, either!), and you (the Boarders) write a story to fit them and clear up the plotholes in them. Just a short, silly story (I need to stop making these parenthetical asides), which has nothing to do with the original story. It's not a PPC mission, it's a story fitting the summary (misinterpret at will). And yes, you can do one someone's already done.

Let's see now... (all summaries taken from the first four pages of FF.net's LotR section).

1. Ignis
Sauron’s daughter, who was born and raised in modern America, is pulled to another world, right in the middle of the war of the Ring. Not your average Mary Sue.

2. Crisis on Middle Earth
Epic, funny tale about a girl with her friends and several enemies who are transported to the LOTR dimension. Loads of sacasim, tears, and hot elves. Rated T in case. Better than Mary-Sue! Relationships: Read to find out!

3. friendship over no bounds
three friends end up in middle earth seperated and have to fight in the war for the rings disclaimer i do not own anything from the tolkiverse

4. Misadventures in Middle Earth
Summary: My OC end up in the Lotr world. I suck at summary's so if a sarcastic twit ending up in the Lotr world and bringing chaos wherever he goes *And quite a few scratches* Is your cup of tea then by all means enjoy. Otherwise you can read somethin

5. A Tale From the Wilderland
A light little tale in which an elf . . . but you'll have to read the story

6. The Song of Iluvatar
Legolas is about to come of age, and the life of this spoiled prince is at its best. However, things are about to change when a shocking betrayal thrusts him into a foreign world where everything he ever loved is locked forever beyond his grasp

7. The Best Maths Class EVER!
This was actually written during Maths under the oblivious gavze of our wonderful Teacher. We hope you like it.
hS: Yes, this is supposed to be an LotR summary.

8. Love's Token
Slash. Erestor/Glorfindel. New love sneaks in on oliphaunt toes.

I... could do so much with any of these. But I'll start off with just the last one (as an example and for my own entertainment).

8. Love's Token
Slash. Erestor/Glorfindel. New love sneaks in on oliphaunt toes.

It was another sunny day in Rivendell, although there did seem to be a hint of rain in the air. Perhaps that distant thunder would come down from the mountains and shower the Last Homely House with a gentle, well shower. At least, that was Erestor's thought process until it was suddenly derailed by a large shadow falling over him, and the realisation that that wasn't thunder.

"Erestor, my love, the moon of my delight! Will you not now accept this humble token of my affection?"

With a sigh, Erestor put his scroll down and turned. "Glorfindel," he said heavily. "I'm sure the explanation for this will be stunning." 'This' was a ten-ton grey beast more than fifteen feet tall, with huge flapping ears, massive white tusks, an appallingly prehensile nose, and a certain blond Balrog-slaying elf on its back.

"Do you not recall, oh star of my heart's desire?" Glorfindel asked, in the same tone he'd been using ever since that wood-elf from Mirkwood had convinced him he'd been fed a love potion. "You promised that if I were to bring you an oliphaunt from the far distant lands, you would consider my--"

"'Not even', Glorfindel," Erestor grated. "My words were 'Not even if you rode in on the back of an oliphaunt."

"... oh." Glorfindel looked non-plussed. "Um... I guess I'll take it back, then?"

~

Your turn.

hS

Okay, thank you.