Tweet of the Day: Fake It Until You Make It
As promised, this is my entry into this month Writer’s Challenge: Interview With A Character. A recap on the rules for those joining us as this late hour:
- One-thousand words or less.
- Interview one character per post
- Write a small paragraph (50 words or less) describing the story setting
- Answer the Following Questions:
Nicknames, if any.
What do you look like? Eye color, hair color, ethnicity, distinguishing marks or features, clothing, jewelry, and gear…
What are your hobbies?
Who and where is your family?Where are you from?
Do you have any secrets, and what are they? Why do you keep them?
What do you believe in ? Explain.
Post by May 31st. (Dateline extended because of growing interest, thanks Tasha! 🙂 )
That is all.
The character name is Edward, only son of Duke Richard De Havilland of House De Havilland from my WIP, Ruins of Empire. The story is set 2,000 years in the future where a fragmented galaxy spanning empire has descended into a 300 years of war between the mayor houses of the Empire, each one trying to position their candidate in the Throne of Stars, with themselves at the head of a restored empire.
I caught up with young Edward, Viscount of D’Anjou and heir to the De Havilland ducal seat enjoying a quite afternoon with friends at a local cafe around the corner from the military academy at Armhurst.
“You’re a hard man to find, your grace,” I said as I sat down.
“Really?” he pointed his hand to the street. On the opposite sidewalk half a dozen camera drones hovered. “Wish I could shoot the little buggers but tabloids fall under freedom of the press, or so they tell me.”
“Well, I am not a tabloid reporter.”
“Yet here you are, doing another fluff piece about me.”
“I wouldn’t call it a fluff piece, your -”
“Edward, call me Edward or Eddy, my friends do.”
I chose Edward if only to maintain a modicum of professional distance between myself and my subject. “So Edward, can you tell me a few things about yourself?”
“I’m 1.8 meters tall, have black hair, dark brown eyes, my favorite color is blue and I have a small scar on my chin from a sparing match with vibroblades,” he said.
I switched off the holo-recorder, “I know you done these a million times, but as heir to House De Havilland, the lives of billions will depend on your decisions. People have the right to know who you are and what to expect from you?”
“Don’t you think I know that? Why did you think I chose to go to the Academy here on Amhrust? And yes, I chose to come here, not out of a sense of family tradition but because it the best military academy in the galaxy, bar none.”
I switch the recorder back on. I was getting the kind of response I wanted, “So your responsibilities wear heavily on you?”
“Future, possible responsibilities, I am not a duke yet, and may never be, or at least I won’t be for a very long time, considering that my parents could well live into their one-hundred and eighties. But I must be prepared, or at least do the best I can to be prepared. How do you prepare to take such a position?” he continued before I could answer, “You can’t? History is full of leaders both born and made. Only in the moment of truth can you know if you got the right stuff. It hasn’t happened yet so I couldn’t tell you if I have it or not.”
“Unexpected humility from someone in your position,” I said.
“Humility, no, reality, yes. Those are the facts before me and I can either ignore them or deal with them. I chose to deal with them the best way I know how.”
“Aren’t you afraid that by airing your doubts the people won’t trust your judgement?”
“I am not going to lie about who I am. I’ll let the public relations monkeys massage the message all they want. In the end, facts are all that matters.”
Now that I had him in a confessional mood, I thought that I could extract a gem from his private life that no one else had gotten before, a clue to who he really was, “So anything the public still doesn’t know about you?”
He waved to the window, “My life is an open book. People know almost everything about me, so much so, that I couldn’t tell you what is it they really know or don’t know, what is secret or public knowledge. And frankly I don’t care. I don’t have to like it, in fact, I don’t like it, but nothing I can do about it but live my life the best way I know how.”
“One final question, what do you believe in?”
“I believe in family, friends and getting the job done. No time like the present, after all,” he said with a final sip of his coffee.
“Thank you for your time, your grace.”
He shrugged, “Sure, I hope your bosses take you out of doing these pointless interviews and move you to somewhere you can cover actual news.” He left, followed by a small group of friends.
I spoke to the recorder, “Note to self: He is going to be one interesting man to follow.”