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I can't wait to read this!
I better see some posts on here the next time I log on or else I will torture you all with a name and bio of my own... :)
Ok, since people are a bit hesitant here, I am going to start things off...
My character name is Chief Boi'Hardee
This older gentleman wandered into the forest of Met'ze Behalls after a shipwreck that not only left his ship in ruins, but also his memory. He was taken in by the tribe of Paa-stah who were the only inhabitants on the island. Although his memory resembled Swiss cheese, this gentleman retained more than enough of his previous skills to make himself more than useful to the primitive tribe.
Within a few years, the women were vying for his attentions. They would constantly leave bowls of limp, worm-like dishes outside of his red clay hut. This dish was a specialty of this clan, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not bring himself to eat the dish. The red covering reminded him of too many years at sea and the bloody battles that raged with Pirates. Because of his aversion to the dish, he earned himself a ranking of Chief among the clan for none could resist the calling of this dish. It was prophesied that one would arrive who could resist the drug-like food who would lead the tribe into a new time, revitalize their civilization.
Their time had come. He was their salvation.
Yes, everyone, that is my attempt at a brand new character...please don't let him sit all by his lonesome!! He may get lonely, and we can't have that!!
My character name is Chief Boi'Hardee
This older gentleman wandered into the forest of Met'ze Behalls after a shipwreck that not only left his ship in ruins, but also his memory. He was taken in by the tribe of Paa-stah who were the only inhabitants on the island. Although his memory resembled Swiss cheese, this gentleman retained more than enough of his previous skills to make himself more than useful to the primitive tribe.
Within a few years, the women were vying for his attentions. They would constantly leave bowls of limp, worm-like dishes outside of his red clay hut. This dish was a specialty of this clan, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not bring himself to eat the dish. The red covering reminded him of too many years at sea and the bloody battles that raged with Pirates. Because of his aversion to the dish, he earned himself a ranking of Chief among the clan for none could resist the calling of this dish. It was prophesied that one would arrive who could resist the drug-like food who would lead the tribe into a new time, revitalize their civilization.
Their time had come. He was their salvation.
Yes, everyone, that is my attempt at a brand new character...please don't let him sit all by his lonesome!! He may get lonely, and we can't have that!!

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SO Cambria, where's yours??? lol
I am NOT getting in a contest with you!! I know you would soooo kick my butt! I think it was today that I told you that you are the artist in this friendship...I'm just the wannabe!! LOL

Cambria wrote: "You are so Crazy!!! I am not trying to beat you!! And you are just as artsy as I am!! And besides my 'art' would look like dog meat if you didn't come behind me and edit it. LOL"
I know girl!! I had to give you a hard time!!
I know girl!! I had to give you a hard time!!

You first!
LOL

I'm thinking, i'm thinking. Gheesh the pressure!! I'll have something up by the end of the day...

No entry for me as I have no room for more TBR alas, but:
Sir Algernon Mangowuffle is an elderly explorer in a pith helmet who (according to his own tales) virtually singlehandedly set up most of the British Empire, from hacking his way through a jungle with a blunt butter knife, to armwrestling an elephant (arm to trunk, fools!) to winning the affections of an exotic princess.
His acquaintances politely nod and pass him another brandy, but would be baffled to discover that every word is in fact true, and furthermore, he is worshipped as a celestial being on a small island near the Arctic; but he never mentions that as it's paved with gold and he thinks tourism would spoil the scenery.
Right, Cambria! And Michael too, from the look of it....
JAC
I love it JA!! I think I could handle a woozle or a heffalump, but an elephant would be WAY too much for me, way to be Sir Algernon!! :)
Come on Mike...you are talking smack...get in the ring!! LOL!!!
OOhh Cambria, we could have like a celebrity name...we could be Camy or Ambria...Your husband is gonna kill us if we talk too much more!! :)
Come on Mike...you are talking smack...get in the ring!! LOL!!!
OOhh Cambria, we could have like a celebrity name...we could be Camy or Ambria...Your husband is gonna kill us if we talk too much more!! :)

And my husband just shakes hi head and says 'yes, dear.' LOL.
now about that contest...

Seamour Butts.
Seamour Butts was born in jersey. That's New Jersey to all you who aren't familar with the North language.
He talked with a thick accent and drew out every letter of every word he spoke.
All his cousins were named 'Vinny' and 'Sal' but Seamour's mother was a hopless romantic and read a tale once about a daring captain ship captain named Seamour who fell in love with a mermaid and lived happily ever after.
She wasn't a bright woman, she often lived with her head in the clouds so it never occured to her that his first name paired with his last name might cause him to be teased endlessly and never get a date.
All the girls assumed he, well, just wanted to see more of their butts. So he never saw any at all.
Tired of being teased and never able to get a date he grew up to become a cop. But not just any cop a Vice cop. He thought that his occupation might make him appear more manly. He got partnered with a man named Guido (no last name) who wore thick gold chains around his neck and left his button up shirts unbuttoned half way down his hairy chest.
Guido and Seamour were the laughing stock of the department. They drove the crappeiest car that had too much exhaust out the tailpipe that tipped off the bad guys everytime so they never even made an arrest.
Then one day word came through that a major drug buy was going down at Long Legs the strip bar across town.
Seamour and Guido slicked back their dark hair and went to check it out.
When they arrived Seamour introduced himself as Seamour Butts and flashed his badge. Fortunately for Seamour the bar tender didn't see his badge because Guido's bling around his neck blinded him.
All the bartender heard was "see more butts"
The bartender led Seamour and Guido into a private back room where girls were indeed showing their butts.
Guido and Seamour were given a front row seat...right next to Papa Bello, the biggest crime boss in the city.
Through the smoke from his cigar he peered at Seamour and Guido.
"You's two, grease monkey bring my shipment?"
"What shipment we talking bout?" Guido asked.
"Give me the drugs and walk!" Papa Bello yelled. (he was in a bad mood.)
It was at this point that Seamour Butts pulled his badge and gun and arrested the biggest crime boss in New Jersey for trying to solicite drugs from a cop.
Seamour Butts was never made fun of again....
....and he did indeed see more butts.
AAHHH Seamour...That name makes me wanna break out in song...SUDDENLY SEAMOUR!! Is right there beside me...
sorry, totally wrong place to break into show tunes.
Alrighty guys, we have three new characters, I know you brilliant people out there have got some great characters trying to claw their way out of your brains, let them live forevermore on the forum here in Creative Reviews. (And if you hen you get a killer FREE book!!)
sorry, totally wrong place to break into show tunes.
Alrighty guys, we have three new characters, I know you brilliant people out there have got some great characters trying to claw their way out of your brains, let them live forevermore on the forum here in Creative Reviews. (And if you hen you get a killer FREE book!!)

WHAT?! Oh my. I have no idea about that. But wouldn't that be hilarious....
LOL
Guess my mind is in the gutter today.
I'm starting to get sad!! I will DEFINITELY pick a different type of contest for next time...LOL
BUT in the meantime, we have two great books up for grabs!!
I know you guys are creative, someone needs to jump in on this!! :)
BUT in the meantime, we have two great books up for grabs!!
I know you guys are creative, someone needs to jump in on this!! :)

Herbert Spatz
Herman Spatz is a man of fifty-some odd years. To describe Herman's appearance, one might say he's follicly challenged and suffering from middle-age spread. He is an unemployed software engineer, and like many in his situation, depression has him in its grasp. This has led him to withdraw from society, and now he's crippled by a severe case of agoraphobia. His medicine of choice: Writing fan-fiction about his favorite TV heroine, the zombie-slayer Lavinia Fray.
One night, as he's writing yet another of Lavinia's harrowing tales, things become all too real. Outside, horrendous noises are the only clue as to what's happening. Herman isn't about to open the curtains or the door until he hears the woman of his dreams, Lavinia, coming to his rescue. Now, the man who hasn't left his house or let anyone inside for months must make a decision--let the conjured-up love of his life inside or write the entire night out of existence.

Jason Belling, a fourty-something single fellow, lives in the average suburban community with his 6 month old cat, Winnie. Jason used to be a CEO at an advertising company, until he was discovered smuggling company funds into his own private bank account. After fifteen years in prison, and the addition of his new cat, Jason is ready to start his life anew. His first step: getting a job at the local Walmart and looking for love.
On Halloween evening, when Jason is working at Walmart, he "checks out" an attractive woman dressed in a black cat costume. Jason thinks he recognizes the woman and questions her. She flirtatiously remarks that she lives in town, and that she's sure they will meet again. With a renewed sense of hope, Jason vows to find this woman and take her on a date.
After a suggestion from his co-worker, Wally, Jason decides to give internet dating a try, hoping to come across the mystery woman from Walmart. Jason lets Wally write a completely false and extremely broadly answered profile about himself, and incidentally attracts the attention of a hideous and lonesome vampiress named Jane.
Will Jason be able to pry himself free from the clutches of Jane, or will he have to sacrifice Wally to save himself? And who is the mysterious Walmart Woman?


Herbert Spatz
Herman Spatz is a man of fifty-some odd years. To describe Herman's appearance, one might say he's ..."
Love it!



“Charlotte the Chicken”
Dedicated to my lovely friend, Cambria…
Charlotte, Charlie for short, is a beautiful Blue Splash Brahma hen living in the henhouse of Partridge Lane Farms. Charlie is the envy of the farmyard with her soft and supple white and red feathers, unlike her cousins; the standard Brahma’s who are adorned with black and white speckled feathers. In fact, one such cousin, Maribel, absolutely vibrates with jealousy every time Charlie is near. Every rooster on the farm pursues Charlie, with little to no regard to the other poor hens. But, it isn’t Charlie’s fault. If it were up to her, why, she’d rather just be left alone.
Charlie’s favorite pastime is hunting crickets in the cattails along the shore of the farm’s enormous fish pond. Occasionally, she also chitchats with her very good friend, Cally the Catfish. It is hard to catch a good cricket or carry on a decent conversation when some pesky ol’ cock is strutting around and puffing his chest feathers like a downright lunatic.
She’d much rather the other hens take care of the business of eggs and chicks, for Charlie has different dreams in mind. Someday, Charlie hopes to be a show hen. She spends at least half her day preening and practicing her strut and head bob. Cally applauds and encourages her, while the other hens put their heads together and cluck and laugh.
But, Charlie never lets them get her down. She knows the only way to achieve her dreams is to work hard and be patient. She knows, very soon, her day will come...

BAH HAHAHA HAHA HAHAHA!!!!! I wish you would have added a part in there about how she likes to snuggle up against her human friends ankles!! I bet we would have heard Cambria scream from here!! LMAO!!!
I love it!!
I love it!!

Makepeace and Ambrosia had hooked up one week ago when they were both released from the County Jail, he after being arrested for public intoxication and she for enticement of an undercover officer where, unfortunately, money was passed (and might I just say right here that the officer took advantage of the lady, but lied like a lizard!)
Makepeace has been an attorney for 15 years but has gone from wearing suits and receiving large retainers to wearing faded jeans and stained shirts while soliciting clients on Skid Row, all due to his love of the drink. (I wish I could say he was Irish and couldn't help himself but with a name like Finklebot, it just won't fly.)
I have, up to now, avoided the "elephant in the room" - the dead body of Louis on the heath. Louis O'Malley Chekov was a member of the Russian Mafia, taking after his Russian father instead of his Irish mother (radical tho' she was). Waiting to meet the agent on the heath unfortunately led to his demise as he slipped on the slope and fell, breaking his neck before he could get his assignment.
Makepeace and Ambrosia continue to ignore Louis and have, in fact, a plan to go into town, get some dinner and decide on their immediate needs (one of which might include the burial of Chekhov, before they are arrested for murder, innocent as they may be.)
See, this is what I'm talking about! You guys are doing great....and EEWWW!!! Beetles and maggots!!!

“Charlotte the Chicken”
Dedicated to my lovely frie..."
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! BAH HA HA HA HA HA HA
Dedicated to me.....
Cassie this is hilarious!! I love it! I had no idea that there were different kinds of chickens...EWWWW!
I love the chicken. Charlie the hen. HEHEHEHEHE.


Books mentioned in this topic
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The Angels Are Here (other topics)
Authors mentioned in this topic
Sylvia Massara (other topics)Patti Roberts (other topics)
Paradox - The Angels Are Here: My name is Juliette, and I would like to tell you a story that stretches over a vast passage of time.
or
Like Casablanca
Here is all you have to do, this will be soooo much fun!
I want you all to make the most creative fictional character name that you can - with that character name, I want a bio of that character. I think up to 300 words will be allowed. We are all fun, creative people in this group! Let's have some fun with this and see what characters we can create! This contest will end on July 3rd!!