Here's a sad poem, I am a very happy man, why can I write these?
In my first fanfiction, I think I wrote so many Mary Sues (or at least poorly thought out characters) that I might have set a sucky character density record.
I think all copies of that horrid fic are destroyed at this point, though I have to say that my life may have been different if I never wrote it. Funny how shit like that works. If I do happen across a copy of it though, I might consider sharing it to peeps willing enough to have their eyes gouged out.
I grew out of writing fanfiction because of all these MRAY SEUS and POOR POLTS until I discovered Homestuck, at which point I made four stories. Distortion, Darkness, Intermission > Bike, and this short and silly nonsense collab. Haven't written any since, but I'm considering picking up again since I got PM'd asking if I would.
However, if I do happen to fabricate any new major characters, I'll remember to make them have some kind of goddamn traits and personality faults so I can at least not look back five years from then and vomit at what I had wrote.
Okay, I have a less shameful Mary-Sue I wrote
Now, whenever I create a character, I pick a theme and roll with it. However, this character was the reason for this change.
I created the character and then forced the theme onto it.
It felt so damn unnatural, and when I gave it to people to read, they dropped it and stopped reading. They just got BORED.
There was no rhyme or reason to the character's actions, no driving purpose, or anything. Yet, they always got what they wanted through artificial barriers that weren't inherent until I MADE them inherent.
I think I actually created the 'Mary-Sue' Mary-Sue.
So now I take the theme, why they act that way and roll with it. It feels more natural when I write them with this in mind.
I assumed I had written some in the past, but now that I think of it, I can't remember any.
Oh... I guess I had some pretty wacky RPG characters way back in the day, though. I remember this one female assassin who was also a mecha pilot and a psychic... my buddy played an insane cyborg prankster marksman who lived in a big armored tank. Whatever, she was fun as hell. Sometimes you just want to pretend that you're blowing shit up with lasers. Especially when you're thirteen.
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My earliest mary sue was probably my self-insert self-name persona. Not only was she a red mage who could never be harmed, she developed a superpowered evil side, and it was later revealed she was the half-alien daughter of the goddess of space and Mordred (yes, the one from arthurian legend)
Then she later became the goddess of space, and created two children out of nothing cause I didn't like the idea of pregancy back then. Also she was somehow related to the person I shipped her with, then I ret-conned it so that is was 'through marriage' and not 'through blood'.
... But I make much better characters now, thank goodness.
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If we're talking like legitimately first, then...when I was a kid I used to play these things I called 'imaginary games' that basically involved me adventuring through the worlds of my favorite books and helping them avoid all of their mistakes with my amazing powers. I think the first one I ever wrote down was for The Giver. Let's just say that in my story, at the end of the book Jonas showed up at my house and we had MAJJYKAL FRENDTYMZ. Anyway, that started off a long, sad era of self-insert and Mary Sue fiction. I...am glad I was never in the habit of showing people my stories. ==;;
I don't really write, but I do come up with character concepts that I do horrible things to if they disgust me too much.
A charasmatic, optimistic athlete with speed and lightning powers who lives in a city on a blimp. No flaws whatsoever. I shot the blimp down and broke his leg. He didn't react well.
A reality-warping imp who creates blue velocorapters on a whim, and despite this remains precocious somehow. He had no reason to exist and the universe revolved around him. I made a malevolent prescence body-jack him, destroy everything around him, and jettison his body into space. He didn't react well.
An ambitious, caustic supersoldier assassin who somehow commands a massive army of soldiers and solves most of his problems by blowing them up. Okay concept, but he was way too perfect for my liking. I didn't need to do anything but let the kind of person he was interact with the soldiers. Results were... Interesting, in that he didn't roll over and give up like the other two. He went ballistic instead. Just give me time.
On a related topic, does that make me psychotic?
I've been told that it is common for the characters to suddenly start doing things that the author didn't expect them to do, so you're perfectly normal in that regard.
Back when I was younger (Like, preschool and Kindergarten) I made a series of comic books starring Kirby (Yes, that Kirby) and his unnamed OC sidekick. In said comics Kirby pretty much had a solution for everything the villains threw at him, ranging from the fairly logical, to the positively inane. He wasn't all too Suetiful aside from that, but by god did he win too easily and perfectly.
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Mine was a spartan girl from space with the head of Strong Bad (yes, THAT strong bad. but it was blue) and had a green stick figure body and red, messy, tomboy-ish hair. She could freeze shit with her hands and also was best friends with a crossbreed between Homestar Runner and Strong Bad and a sentient bell. She was destined against fighting the second generation or sumthing.
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Oh, lord... I remember this species a friend and I cocreated. Well, there were a couple, but I'll try to give you the rundown.
Vytaske: Vampires, basically. Humans only better. They are faster, they are stronger, they are smarter, they are nigh impossible to kill, and oh yes they live in fear and hiding from the human government which hates them and is trying to exterminate them. (Actually, she still does stuff with vytaske occasionally, but much more toned-down and reasonable.)
Khiperehi: Magical space jello. I kid you not. Magical space jello.
Actually, as with the vytaske, khiperehi are the toned-down versions of an earlier, much more terrible concept. Originally, they were magical animal shapeshifters in the most stereotypical anti-human environmentalist propaganda you have ever read. They were inexplicably several times more intelligent than humans, could shapeshift (as I mentioned), could dissolve into jello, and had absolutely no flaws whatsoever. They also had massive dome cities under the ocean, which inexplicably managed to be built and maintained without even being noticed by human radar.
And this one takes the Betty Crocker cake: the Genu. Oh, god, the Genu.
Genu were an alleged "mutation" of humanity. They were incredibly intelligent (do you notice a pattern here?), as in, a stupid Genu had an IQ of 200. Their name was a corruption of the word "genius".
They all had a semi-incurable mental disorder because of not being UNDERSTOOD BAWWWW which meant that, without the intervention of other Genu, they would commit suicide, generally before the age of 20. The only way to cure this disorder was, basically, to find the Genu a moirail. (Neither of us had read Homestuck at this point, but that was the gist of it.)
They could change their skin color and patterns at will, had avian throat anatomy such that they could sing in harmony with themselves (I regret to say this part was definitely my idea) and screech at volumes and dissonant frequencies capable of permanently deafening a human, all went by REALLY COOL ALIASES OMG, and some other stuff--I think my brain blocked it out from the terrible.
It was the mid-80s, and my little brother and I were into the Ninja Turtles. We used to draw comics in spiral notebooks (I think we destroyed them in middle school. Purifying our nerdy past with fire and all that.), and My First Mary-Sue was a catgirl character - before I even knew what catgirls were, ha! - who was SO VERY brilliant and a master of kickboxing and so great with just about any weapon but also a fantastic artist and singer and could have been a model or famous actress if she wasn't half-cat and she was tough and independent and OF COURSE all the turtles were in love with her and she could beat Shredder and Krang all on her own if she wanted to but she couldn't decide what side she was on because ... something something something. Probably because Shredder was all moody and mysterious and stuff and she was in loooooooove with him even though she also had feelings for Donatello and..... wow. This is painful to write. I WAS SO LAME. And of COURSE I wrote her character description JUST LIKE THAT. One big run-on sentence packed with superlatives.
But for the life of me I can't remember her name. It was a female artist. Georgia? Frida? Something.
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Catgirl from Naruto who was Sasuke's girlfriend and in the Akatsuki. I'm serious.
I've got a couple of birdpeople species floating around somewhere, though I've done my best to use actual avian characteristics and behaviors, and they don't have wings, thankyouverymuch--well, one does, but they made the tradeoff for arms, so it's okay.
Giving species unnecessary wings just because Cool are a major pet peeve of mine, especially when the wings are badly thought-out. Humanoids cannot have functioning wings and arms both. It just doesn't work.
I used to have a 'mental' Mary Sue I'd insert into books I was reading. I stopped halfway through the excellent 'City of Masks' Stravaganza book, thankfully, when I was about 15. Was immune to things everyone was affected by etc. Very silly but at least he never made it to paper.
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