This comes from Heather Grove’s Burning Void blog
- What was your character’s last nightmare? How much did it frighten her? What disturbed her most about it?
- Does your character like or dislike her name? Why? If she dislikes it, what does she wish her parents had named her? If she changed her name at some point, what did she change it from, why, and has she been happy with her choice?
- What snacks does your character have in her cupboards right now?
My answers are below; you can answer for your character in comments if you like.
Kogor’s last nightmare… was just last night. Kogor is climbing: stairs, cliffs, sideways floors, beams that whip through the air… climbing, climbing. He breaks through a ceiling/wall and finds a cave behind it. Despite consciously thinking “It’s dumb to go in”, Kogor feels his feet moving him into the cave. The cave is dark, illuminated from behind, like that first day on the mountainside. His shadow stretches forward into the cave’s shadow. There’s a sound, the feel of fuzz and leathery wings. He leaps back and feels for something on his neck, painlessly sucking, draining away his life. His fingers come back marked with blood from the creature’s feeding. He fumbles for a flint, but the spark doesn’t come… and he wakes up, gasping and feeling around his body for the sucker marks. He breathes deeply and fights away a feeling of horror as the cave dances in weak torchlight.
Kogor’s name is his grandfather’s. It has been a source of pride throughout his life; he hopes to achieve some of the notoriety that his grandfather accumulated during his time serving Sembia. After serving with the mercenaries for a while, Kogor’s eager to hear the stories again, for they don’t sound at all like the story he’s living. He’d expected to serve a few terms with the mercenaries, enough to get some experience, then try to get into the Purple Dragons. He never expected to fight evil so directly. Sometimes he wonders if his own grandchildren will one day aspire to match his deeds… and wonders how much he’ll alter the stories of his time for them.
Snacks? So far, Kogor’s happy with the mercenary life that he’s found, though his last meal (in the Capital) was very good. After so many days of jerky and hardtack, Kogor’s looking forward to fresh food– some venison or beef, as soon as he can return to the surface and get his hands on some.