Conversations with my characters!

Okay, I found this on Cosette's blog, and thought I would try. 

Now, just for your information, I have already had a talking to with all of these characters, and they have all agreed to get along while I interview them.

The character's I am interviewing:

Rowan:

 

Soryn:

Flint:

And Falcon (yes, I do trust him to keep his word and be peaceable. Now if it was Skree....)

Okay, here it goes. You ready guys?


Me: Do you want a hug?
Rowan:Eeew!
Soryn: *Glares in disgust*
Flint: *Looks slightly confused and cocks head to one side* Why?
Falcon: Of course, if it would make you more comfortable *Smiles charmingly*


Me: Do you have any kids?
Rowan: Really, I'm seventeen and your asking if I have kids?
Soryn: Kids? You have got to be kidding me. 
Flint: I have a daughter
Falcon: Of course not, what would I do with kids?
Soryn: *Sneers* Besides torture them or turn them into your slimy little minions you mean.
Falcon: No, I wouldn't do that to my own, I have everyone else's children to do that to *smiles again*


Me: Soryn, mind your manors. Have any of you ever killed anyone?
Rowan: Besides assisting in killing the five assassins you just set me up against, no, not yet.
Soryn: I've been in my share of fights, living on the streets and all, but I don't know if I ever actually killed someone.
Flint: More than I would like.
Falcon: *Grins wolfishly over at Flint* Thousands, and thousands yet to come!


Me: Love Anyone?
Rowan: I love my family, and my friend, Arries.
Soryn: *Sneers* What is love.
Flint: My people, and my daughter most of all.
Falcon: I loved someone, once... *Narrows eyes angrily at Flint*, but he killed her.
Flint: Falcon, she was an assassin. She was killing my people, I had no ch---
Falcon: Silence!
Me: Guys! GUYS! Cool it.


Me: What is your job
Rowan: Other than regular house chores? I don't know, I clean the barn sometimes, and I help my dad with the merchandise.
Soryn: I work with my uncle. He is a horse trainer.
Flint: Other than that I am the king of the elves---
Falcon: *Sneers* What elves?
Me: Falcon.
Flint: *Frowns at Falcon* Other than that I am king of the elves, my job is to protect Azeroth from ah... *glances at Falcon* ...Tyranny. 
Falcon: I am proud to say that I am an assassin, a slayer of elves, a war lord, a tyrant, and best of all, I am the future lord of Azeroth!


Me: Favorite season?
Rowan: Autumn! I love harvest time!
Soryn: I don't care, as long as it isn't raining.
Flint: Spring and summer
Falcon: Summer


Me: Who's your best friend
Rowan: Arries
Soryn: I don't have friends
Rowan: What about Atokad
Soryn: I don't like Atokad
Rowan: You could if you would only be nice to him and give him half a chance
Soryn: *Snorts* doubt it.
Flint: He was mine... once *nods head towards Falcon* but now my closest companion is my daughter.
Falcon: Didn't I tell you before that I didn't have any friends?
Me: Yes, yes. 


Me: Hobbies?
Rowan: Sword fighting, shooting my sling and escaping my sewing to run out in the woods.
Soryn: Eating!!!
Rowan: *Snorts in disgust* Boys.
Soryn: No, seriously. When you live on the streets you never know when your next meal will be.
Flint: Reading
Falcon: *Grins cheerfully*
Soryn: Uh-oh
Falcon: Torture!
Soryn: I knew it.


Me: What are you going to do when this tag is over?
Rowan: I have to go practice with Sir James
Soryn: Clean stalls, get in another brawl with Atokad, I don't know!
Flint: I promised my daughter I would go with her to Lord Brogan's library.
Falcon: I have to go straighten something out with... uh... my men.


Me: What is your eye color?
Rowan: Green, flecked with gold
Soryn: Black
Flint: Flint Grey
Falcon: Black


Me: Are you good or bad
Rowan: What kind of question is that? The only bad one here is him *waves hand at Falcon*
Falcon: *Smiles and bows slightly* and proud of it my lady!
Soryn: If He is bad, than I am good.
Flint: No one is good, but if your question is if I seek to do right, then yes.


Me: What is your greatest fear? 
Rowan: Loosing my family
Soryn: I don't fear anything
Flint: Failing those I love
Falcon: Dying before I have killed every elf in the world in the most painful ways I can imagine.


Me: What do you think about your parents?
Rowan: I love them.
Soryn: I never met my mom, and my dad was a good man... I think. He died when I was eight.
Flint: They were the best of parents.
Falcon: *Scowls at me* My mom was a good, gentle, fragile woman. I loved her. My father was a Dwarven brute and beat both of us all the time, until he finally beat my mother to death. I hated him.


Me: Any siblings?
Rowan: I have a sister, Gwen
Soryn: *shudders* I have a half brother.
Flint: I had four; three brothers and a sister.
Falcon: Yes, and I enjoyed killing every one of them. I have no siblings.


Me: Do you have any weaknesses?
Rowan: I have a temper problem
Soryn: Of course not!
Flint: I'd rather not say with Falcon present.
Falcon: Why, are you afraid of me? Wouldn't that be a weakness?

Me: What  is your favorite element?
Rowan: Steel
Soryn: Water
Flint: Light
Falcon: Blood, fire and gold


Me: Do you care what people think of you?
Rowan: Kind of, I suppose.
Soryn: No
Flint: I am not afraid to stand up for what is right, even if it makes others think ill of you.
Falcon: Even when it means betraying your friend.
Flint: Falcon, I had to tell them, I told---
Falcon: I only care what people think of me if it gets me my way.


Me: Okay, okay, last one. What race are you?
Rowan: Human
Soryn: Human
Flint: Elvin
Falcon: Elvin and Dwarven


Okay every one, sorry to keep you all up so late, you may go now! Good night my loves!


I guess I should bid you good night as well.
Fare thee well. 
Arries