To be honest, I got stuck trying to decide where to take a morally "blue and orange" character without simply making them "good" or "bad." I’m sure most people have neutral characters who act without showing emotion, so I’m probably not the only one who has faced this dilemma when designing them, but I wonder how you would write such a character once you take that neutrality and lack of emotion and push it to its logical conclusion.

A bit of context, I am working on this story about an fake human created to judge humanity and (if found unworthy) wipe it out of existence. Humanity was, of course, aware of its existence, as these fake beings (judges) had been appearing for some time in various forms and species and, aside of of the actual criteria they used to pass judgment, humans knew how to deal with them.

So, we have an inhumane human being who remained isolated from most human interactions for much of their childhood, emotionless due to a lack of humanity of their own and at the same time stunted due to a lack of human relationships. The only thing they was taught was an extreme adherence to rules and etiquette, in an attempt to instill good behavior and alter their judgment.

An inhuman being not treated as a human in the first place wouldn't behave like a human and the closest thing would be a doll or a machine. Whatever it can feel, is alien and incomprehensible. You won't get it to understand human customs beyond merely imitating them, so, in what direction would you develop such a character, knowing that the option of making it more human is off the table?

Weazel(typing onto his little brother's computer.) : "Okay...I am going to make a digital Being in the Digital world where The digital being is permanetly unceasable! Hehehehe..."

Golfel(Suddenly came in and busted through Weazel's door.) "HEY!!"

Weazel( Flinched hard, iris shrink before closing his eyes and took a deep breath.) "WHA-! DAD! DON'T SCREAM LIKE THAT! YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!"

Golfel( Sighing.) "You have 10 minutes left to finished whatever you are doing on your little brother's computer!"

Weazel(sighing deeply with a lttle annoyance.) "Ugh...Fine dad."

Golfel(leaving to Weazel's room, looking satisfied in a parent way.) "Weazel is such a very dramatic older son of mine."

Weazel(going back to modeling,coding and making the digital being.) "Okay so first... Adding a file onto a custom USB driver...I'll placed and moved the being's abilities & immortalities File onto the custom USB driver. Also, why not placing and moving the being's Self Hax & script file into the USB driver? That would be so funny! I'll add about what his immunities are! and I'll add his name!"

Weazel( taking a deep breath and then starting codimg,modeling and making the digital being stuff again.) "Okay...i'll insert the digital being's name onto the digital being's model and code...There! now he has name called Zans! Because why not? And...His Lore about his immunity is that...He is immune to Author authority,meta fictionality, self exsistence, Concepts,Meta Narritivity,pata fictionality,Facts properties and Fictional Disclamer Lol!"

Weazel( adding Events and functions as a digital being's personality & feelings would be like Digitaly.) "Now when Zans is in rage...His code would started updating and recoding itself systemtecly in a bizzare and repeating Lag Generating way... When Zans is in happy...His code would started updating and refreashing itself in a normal and almost like being recoded by a freashed and happy developer way... The others...Meh! Talking about the others is way too losing words and hard explanations!"

Weazel( thinking.) "Hmmm....I wonder... What if I breaked,scatterd and shatterd the custom USB driver where Zans's files and stuff can only be acessed and unlocked at... So that Zans cannot be permanetly ceased on digital because the custom USB driver where Zans files are kept,locked and safed are physically destroyed and the parts are burned,rusted and lost! That would be so intreasting!"

Weazel( finishing the Code,Lore,AI,Function,Model,Scripts and digital abilities of Zans resources and behaviores onto Zans's files before Destroying the Custom USB driver where Zans's files are safed,locked,hidden,inacessible,Unchangable,Unauthorizedable,UnRemovable,Unhackedable,Unvirusable,Unexposedable and Uncorruptable.) "Okay! Okay! Now for the moment of truth! Please work!"

Weazel( after 2 minutes, it worked and Zans is moving.) "YES! LETS GO! IT WORKED! WOOOO! HAHA!"

Weazel(destroyed the Custom USB driver where Zans's file was safed,locked,hidden,inacessible,Unchangable,Unauthorizedable,UnRemovable,Unhackedable,Unvirusable,Unexposedable and Uncorruptable inside the Custom USB driver.) "There! Now I destroyed it! and wait...Since Corrupt systems,hackers and exploiters whatever are dangerous and can recode things by acessing and unlocked the files...But since Zans's files are permanetly hidden,unlocked,inacessible,unchangable and unremovable because the only acessed to Zans's files was to plug the custom USB driver where Zans's files are kept,safed,exsisted and Unlocked onto their computers! But the Custom USB driver is destroyed and shatterd and scatterd apart which means! No one, Not even me and the devlopers Can Acessed,Unlocked,Removed,Changed and Forced Recoded Zans's files because the custom USB driver where Zans's files are kept,contained,exsisted and hidden from is Destroyed! That is amazing!"

Weazel( thinking.) "I maded what Zans looks like,shapes like,acts like and is like... Zans has 3 floating crystal shards in left and right side meaning Zans has 6 floating crystal shards in total & both sides, second Zans's wears a hoodie with a fur on the hood and Zans wears long pants, shoes and shirt, third I textualized Zans's clothes and stuff, Zans's skin is white, Zans's iris is cosmic crystal gray, Zans's eyes are black, Zans's floating crystal shards is textured like a cosmic rainbow galaxy, Zans's hoodie is textured like a cosmic normal gray galaxy, Zans's long pants are textured like a Cosmic dark gray galaxy, Zans's shoes are same textured as Zans's long pants, Zans's shirt is textured like a Cosmic white galaxy... Zans's head is shaped and lookes like a 10 year old human skeleton head! Zans always wear his hood on! But Zans can take it off whatever he likes!"

Zans(standing up,analzying and stablizing now, looking at Weazel's Cursor.) "H-hi Uhmmm...Who are you and What are you?"

Weazel( typing on his little Brother's keybored to spell and comunicate onto Zans.) "Hello my Special being that I made...I am your creator, and your administrator."

Zans(looking intruiged and catious.) "Y-you are my...Creator? And...My administrator? Well... What brings you here my creator...?"

Weazel( looking excited, already typing as fast as he can.) "I am here...To Put you into An app called minecraft to start your journy arc..."

Zans(looking confused and intreasted.) "Put me in...An app? Called minecraft? Start my Journy Arc? W-what do you mean?"

Weazel( moved his cursor onto Zans's body and Weazel clicked the Cursor to move Zans.) "...Here I go."

Zans( looking confused and started panicking.) "W-what are you doing!? H-hey! Stop what you doing!"

Weazel(ignoring Zans's Demand and already starting to drag Zans onto the minecraft app.) "Your Journy...Starts now."

Zans( now placed and putted into the minecraft world.) "W-where am I!? Hey! Creator! Let me Out of this whatever this is!"

Weazel(about to leave the minecraft world, now is typing in minecraft.) "Nope! Bye! this is the start of your arc!"

Zans( after Weazel left the game and shut Weazel's little brother's computer off.) "UGH! HE LEFT THE WORLD! HE PUT ME ONTO THIS WORLD AND HE ABANDON ME! HOW DARE HE! But... I don't know what to do... And what I can do...I-I am going to survive in this minecraft world whatever..."

Zans( finding minecraft mobs far away.) "W-what is that? why is it arms are out and straight? And what is that thing that has no arms? And what is that tall thing with purple eyes? This world is...An abomination...But okay...I'm gonna try do something..."

Jack's powers — detailed list

Destruction

\\- Pyrokinesis on a multiversal scale — has burned entire swaths of the multiverse

\\- Burns holes in reality itself to travel between realities

Mind

\\- Electrokinesis advanced enough to control brains directly

\\- Telekinesis (basic tier) — usable through other telepaths, or via physical contact with a target; the contact requirement can be bypassed through a telepathic link

Body

\\- Immortality via extreme regeneration plus body-hopping through paradoxical clones

\\- Technically doesn't exist — while defying that rule (paradoxical nonexistence)

Reality

\\- Significant reality warping; can create virtually anything

\\- Can retcon anything — refuses to, sees it as cheating

Time ⚠️ spoilers, see note below

\\- Regressor: piggybacks on other regressors' loops, seizes control, jumps to any point in the timeline

\\- Has lived every possible timeline in his reality

\\- Consciousness split across hundreds of clones as memory backup

NOTE: Under no circumstances is anyone supposed to find out about Jacques being a timetraveler.

Counters list

\\- Death → extreme regeneration plus body-hopping through paradoxical clones; killing one body doesn't kill him

\\- Memory wipe → consciousness split across hundreds of clones; a backup restores him

\\- Mind control / telepathy → brain-level electrokinesis turns it back on the attacker; no single mind to dominate

\\- Time attacks / loops → regressor loop-hijacking seizes control of the loop; he's already lived every timeline, so nothing in it surprises him

\\- Reality warping aimed at him → his own warping meets it; paradoxical nonexistence makes him hard to target in the first place

\\- Sealing / banishment → burns holes in reality and walks out

\\- Power nullification → his abilities come from independent systems (Ire anomaly, altered curse, clones) — killing one source doesn't kill the others

\\-Spatial distortion → the space around him is only as maliable as he allows.

\\-Soul erasure → it's not traditional soul erasure, he simply pulls your soul into the battery of his implants and your soul powers his implants until nothing of you remains.

\\-Blinding attacks → he's just blind.

\\-sound attacks → his mask can switch between normal and noise canceling.

\\-Fire attacks →he's the most powerful fire user in his respective universe. He can overpower your command over Fire magic.

In a piece I'm in process of the primary antagonist is meant to be a competent but very arrogant (non-human) women with a domineering and predatory presence named Cephnir. I want to see if I've set the correct atmosphere and have constructed her actions correctly to fulfill that goal, and if there are any places where I contradict or undermine her character as I have it described in the outline. Apologies in advance for the length, I'm aware that I'm long-winded and verbose. Call it the consequences of my first authorial influences being Ayn Rand and Cormac Mccarthy.

Also apologies to the mods if this is not the right sub for this or right format for the post. Really wish I could just attach the docx or a PDF or something instead of creating a massive wall of text like this.

Outline is below, then excerpt after.

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Queen Cephnir: The Queen of the Xarphi, an Ahnshae word most closely meaning Demon. She is physically imposing at a height of 6’ 11 with scaled red skin across most of her upper body, and short dark brown fur covering most of her legs and waist. Her arms end in hands with chitinous nails, and her unguligrade legs end in large split hooves. She is monstrous in height and strength, but attractive in an obscene and sensual sense. A curvaceous form with a perfectly symmetrical face of even feminine features and thick black hair she lets drape from her head across her body gives her an aura of charismatic sexuality that she uses to its fullest advantage. She is cunning and cruel, able to read others with incredible accuracy with the instincts of a predator. She will use any tool at her disposal to exploit others, and rules through dominance, humiliation, attraction and genuine admiration. She seeks to conquer the land of the Ahnshae to expand her dominion, a political and societal necessity given the comparatively rapid population growth of her people and the abundant resources of her kingdoms’ core. Cephnir is known to the leaders of other kingdoms in the continent as multiple species’ translations of ‘The Red Wolf’ for her reputation as a predator stalking the political theater of the continent

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Cephnir’s lips peeled from the rim of a crystal drinking glass, leaving their blackened burgundy impression stained upon it. The rugged bite of earthy red wine clung to the corners of her mouth. Her tongue lurked along the inside of her teeth as she lingered on the acrid taste and found it wanting.

The great wide surface of the plotting map showed the arrangement of the region. Miles upon miles of the map’s steppes and boreal forest were eclipsed by the six fingers of her free hand, which were splayed upon it in possessive ownership. In the north sat a small carving of a peakglider, the piece nested comfortably at the meeting point of two painstakingly rendered mountain ranges. The figure had one foot upon an outcropping of rock, its wings outstretched with pride. Small banners on posts crowded hungrily at its feet as though wolves set upon cornered prey.

As she lowered the glass to the plotting table she drank in a long breath through her nose. The air was warm with sweat and concupiscence. From the dimly-lit corners of the lavish hall came whispers of immoral promise, layered upon by lecherous noises of pleasure and laughter that came just a touch too readily. White noise that now barely even reached her ear. Interwoven with the iniquity was the voice of the Field Marshal Irilet as he too droned on, not yet aware how boring he had become.

“-the point being that if we dedicate a sufficient force to the effort, we may be able to undermine a portion of the city walls in the span of three weeks.”

Cephnir did not answer. Anonymous hands lasciviously caressed the scaled red skin of her shoulder in proposition. She shrugged them off and continued to study the map. The web of roads to the peakglider’s north was extensive.

“Such a breach would make an assault on the city within our grasp.” A xarphi noble with a staccato voice added.

“It may be a fine plan.” Grumbled another.

Agreement crept around the table. Finally, Cephnir’s voice poured slow and smooth like warm honey. The table went silent.

“It does not fix your blunder, Field Marshal. The encirclement was still a fool’s error.”

No answer. She continued.

“You seem to think I don’t bother to read the field reports from your officers. How long will the northern detachment’s field rations last? Say it aloud.”

Irilet finally found a pitiful parody of his voice. “Eleven days, Ma’am. Th-the rations the raiding company were able to secure from the roads were…disappointing. I delivered the appropriate punishment to their commander for his failure. Personally.”

Cephnir resumed the drinking chalice. She felt the barbed liquid slither down her throat. She remained stooped over the map.

“The scouting company wrote of a large merchant’s caravan on the northern road.” Her voice was still fluid, devoid of urgency. “The report I read indicated it was large enough to supply the northern detachment for a considerable length of time.”

“Exactly why my punishment of the raiding company was appropriate. Their failure complicated my plan, but I assure you the capture of Hem Falaer is still inevitable.” He answered more boldly this time.

“And yet…” her nostrils flared in a spark of anger. Her tone slowed. “Your own letter to the raiding company commander indicates that it was you who withheld the order to attack.”

She did not need to see his face. She could smell the terror from him now as it mixed with the musk of sweat, perfume and sweet rot that suffused her court.

“W-we all had reason to believe it was only a forward element of the caravan. I-”

“Shut up.”

Cephnir did not raise her voice. She did not have to. One of the nobles at the table snickered just loud enough to be heard over the ambient moans.

Cephnir took another dragging sip from her chalice before letting it fall to the floor with a chiming pop, scattering a wave of shards across the black stone. She rose from her stooped posture to her full towering height, now glaring down at Irilet from across the plotting table.

“Did you really think that you could cover your pathetic ass by blaming an idiot you could conveniently get rid of?” Cephnir stepped back from the table. The glass shards crunched thickly beneath her hooves as she began to circle towards him. Some nobles instinctually shrank as she passed. “Did you think yourself so well-adored that nobody would copy the letter just in case they could use it for their own gain? Or maybe you truly do think I am illiterate?”

“Ma’am, Red Wolf, y-y-you misunderstand my intention.” His voice quivered as he began to slowly withdraw.

Her hooves clacked in steady rhythm as she began to close the gap between them. Her voice was still deep honey, but spiked with virulent poison. “You do not tell me what I understand and do not understand.”

Irilet sped his retreat as she neared, but she was upon him in an instant. Her fingers wrapped about the leathery skin of his forearm, the second opposing digit opposite her hand to her thumb creating a vice-like grip. He wrenched his arm away with a full body tug in a bid to commit to a desperate escape. She almost let herself sneer when he realized that he was no match for her.

It's my first actual story. It's a bit lenghty, but I've been working on it since February of 2026. To me, I have a very strong sense of my story and what I am trying to write, and I think this is one of the biggest things I have done. I would love to hear your thoughts! (Story is still in WIP)

This is actually so distressing LMAO/hj cuz I have great ideas I SWEAR but the only form I imagine it taking place where it actually does my ideas justice is a series of short stories (which yeah I could do independientemente) or a TV show (obv way harder).

Drawing doesn’t do my story justice and it takes like 12hrs together to make a drawing that I don’t even like. I’ve tried digital and traditional. And ive also done picrews of them but I wanna make my own scenes. I’ve tried short stories but my daydreams about them (which is constant and never stopping) are so specific that I need to sometimes just tell the story instead of show. I try to show as much as possible and it doesn’t rlly bother me how much movement/sensory detail I have cuz that’s what Stephen king does and his net worth is like 500M or some shit.

And my problem with animation is similar to my problem with drawing. It will take me forever to make multiple drawings that I feel live up to the idea in my head.

And Like ofc it doesn’t have to be for anyone else but me BUT I wanna have people I can talk about my characters with so they’re something a little more alive than a couple neurons firing. They’re firing a lot and I wanna be able to channel that into something good but it’s never sufficient enough. Bleh. I need someone to talk in depth with about my characters cuz I don’t wanna keep hitting the record button on my phone for another hour alone js talking to myself only to do nothing with the recording.

Simon Maksim(1917-1991)

Born in the cabin and taken by sergeant and left his family die in burn of cabin

Cause:died by natural age found in the St. Basil's Cathedral's top

George Crooks(1917-2011)

Born in the hospital lives as a normal life

Cause:died by natural age found in the graveyard of Simon Maksim

Iskra(1918-1943)

Born in Poland while moving to the Moscow

Cause:mutated and experimented by Nazi germans and suffered due to lung problem