Several posts lately have got me thinking about villains.
We live in a crazy, crazy age. The kind of age where people (and, yes, this is mostly directed to girls) don’t mind ooh-ing and aah-ing over how “adorable” the bad guys are.
Think Loki, from The Avengers and Thor. Think Morairty, from BBC’s Sherlock (although I don’t personally think… never mind. I don’t want to anger any fangirls. 😉 ) I’m pretty sure there’s plenty of others, too, that it wouldn’t take long to think of.
Why is that? I just don’t get it that much. I know that villains can’t be completely bad. But, seriously?
Anyway, this whole post/rant came out because of my own writing. My villain (maybe you’ll get to meet him soon!!!) has got the evil part down pretty good. In fact, I’m worried that he doesn’t have enough human-ish like-ability to him. (Here I go, making up my own words…) Or whatever bad guys are supposed to have. I keep thinking that “if I could get people to like him (and my main character) as much as Loki…”
Ooh, brainstorm! You can meet Raltan!!!! My villain. Here’s a short scene, from the beginning of Chapter Two (Yep, I’m that far already):
“What is it?” Raltan snapped as a guard cautiously entered the room. He shoved a loose strand of his long black hair behind his ear. The man quivered as he worked up the courage to speak. Raltan smiled, relishing the picture before him. Fear. It was such a wonderful emotion, especially when he was the one inspiring it. “What is it?” heasked again.
The man took a deep breath. Raltan wondered how the man had even made it into the Elite Guard. He’d have to talk to General Shineholtz about it later. “We have a man, a captain from the army here to see you,” the man finally blurted out.
Raltan raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” He paused thoughtfully. “Well, make him wait for at least twenty minutes, and if he’s still here after that he may come in.” The man nodded and bowed before turning to leave. “Oh, and, guard?” Raltan said. The guard stopped and turned around. “Send Shineholtz here immediately. I would appreciate his assistance.” The man bowed again and left the room, leaving Raltan alone with his thoughts.
So, whaddya think? I know it’s hard to form an opinion about him from that small section, but that’s my main scene with him so far, non-spoiler scene, at least. I’ll add a link to the prologue at the end of the post if you’d like to read that, which may help. Enjoy! I’d love opinions on Raltan, on my writing, and anything in particular, and just what you think!!!!! 😀 Thanks guys!