Heh, my heroine only got number 5. She is an orphan, kinda, but the tragic past isn't stressed. And I don't remember her eyes color.
"I use the term "Mary Sue" rather broadly, to indicate any protagonist1 who is clearly wish-fulfillment, whether she2 is the author thinly disguised and inserted into a daydream or whether she's a conglomeration of characteristics that the author, and the author's intended audience, are predisposed to consider "romantic." " Love this comment. At the same time kiddies "like" wish fulfillment. That's why you get requests from editors and marketing like "please make sure character wears a spiffy leather outfit in one of the scenes".
I do think you hit the nail on the head with permitting the character to be seen in unflattering light. Just for the curiosity sake - this chunk has gotten me more positive comments than perhaps the rest of the narrative.
"She sat in the client's chair in a whisper of fabric and crossed one lean leg over the other. Her gaze drifted to my tear-soaked shoulder and remained there. I glanced at it and saw a thin streak of clear snot deposited by Julie. I took the rag, still damp with Julie's tears, wiped the snot off, and stared back at my visitor.
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Date: 2005-09-23 11:02 am (UTC)"I use the term "Mary Sue" rather broadly, to indicate any protagonist1 who is clearly wish-fulfillment, whether she2 is the author thinly disguised and inserted into a daydream or whether she's a conglomeration of characteristics that the author, and the author's intended audience, are predisposed to consider "romantic." " Love this comment. At the same time kiddies "like" wish fulfillment. That's why you get requests from editors and marketing like "please make sure character wears a spiffy leather outfit in one of the scenes".
I do think you hit the nail on the head with permitting the character to be seen in unflattering light. Just for the curiosity sake - this chunk has gotten me more positive comments than perhaps the rest of the narrative.
"She sat in the client's chair in a whisper of fabric and crossed one lean leg over the other. Her gaze drifted to my tear-soaked shoulder and remained there. I glanced at it and saw a thin streak of clear snot deposited by Julie. I took the rag, still damp with Julie's tears, wiped the snot off, and stared back at my visitor.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?""