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RE: Mary Sue Who? on: April 11, 2005 08:07
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"This was a good dream...
Roxanna opened her eyes and found herself staring at a clear blue sky. The sun was shining, the birds were singing in the nearby forest. She sat up and looked around herself. She beamed. On the other side of the nearby river she could see delicately carved buildings that shone brilliantly in the sunshine. She gasped in wonder. She recognised it immediately as Rivendell, home of Elrond (that bloke who looked exactly like the one from that computer film with Keanu Reeves in it). She closed her eyes and opened them again. No, she was not dreaming: she was really here. Here, in Middle Earth, by some wonderful miracle.
This was her destiny. Aged fourteen and with perfect skin, teeth and nose, she knew she was meant to be here. Her pointy ears had always meant she was picked on at school but here things would be different. She would fall in love with Legolas and the entire Fellowship would fall in love with her. She would save Boromir, warn them about the Balrog, perhaps persuade Theoden not to fight and die in battle.
She heard the sound of hooves and turned, smiling, to see two horses approaching. One had a tall man atop its saddle who was unkempt in appearance but stunningly good-looking underneath his stubble. The other horse, also with a saddle and bridle, carried an even taller figure with long flowing blonde hair and behind him sat a short squat bearded man in a helmet.
She beamed again, flashing those perfect teeth at them. “Hello there, Aragorn! Legolas! Gimli! Wow, it’s really great to see you guys, you know!”
They stopped their mounts and descended, eyeing her warily. Aragorn spoke, “What are you doing here? You are young to be wandering unaccompanied in these parts.”
She grinned, “Ah, but Aragorn, you gorgeous hunk you, I am Elrond’s long lost niece.”
Aragorn smiled.
Legolas smiled.
Gimli smiled.
Roxanna suddenly felt slightly nervous.
The man, elf and dwarf exchanged a look. “What do you think?” asked Gimli.
Legolas shook his head, “No doubt about it.”
Aragorn nodded, “My sentiments exactly.” He drew his sword. “Die, Oh Mary- Sue, spawn of Morgoth!”
Roxanna’s head flew several yards before it rolled into a hollow.
There was a snort of laughter from Penny as she turned over in her sleep. Yes, this was a very good dream. She could still smell the fresh air and sense the fresh outdoors even now. She could feel herself waking up but in that half-dream state where the line between fantasy and reality is blurred. This was terribly vivid. She could even feel a drizzle on her face. She rolled over. Her cheek hit something wet and cold. She sat bolt upright in shock and her eyes wide open. She looked around her. And started screaming."
~from boz4PM's story "Don't Panic" (here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1690622/1/ and the sequel here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1812394/1/ )
So, shall we make a list?
How to Avoid/Fix MS/GS Characters in Fanfiction You Plan to Post or Share with Others
My contributions, mostly compiled from earlier posts...:
~~ Do not make them a long-lost relative of anyone, even OCs. A relative, okay, maybe, possibly, if you're very careful. A friend, sure, as long as it's established somewhere. Just-- no long-lost anythings, especially if you're unsure of how you set it up. Some can be excused, I think, if the relative/friend is not Aragorn, Legolas, Elrond, Arwen, Frodo-- the well known, overly fangirled characters. For example, Orchyd Constyne wrote a wonderful fic involving Erestor being raised by his mother, after his father left them, presumably because the elves were leaving (although another reason was given later). Turns out that his father was a well-enough-known-but-presumed-dead Silmarillion elf. And that //worked//, because poor Erestor was screwed over, tortured, etc, a lot... not until his da came back, but until an elf that he had never ever known was told of his existence and came to rescue him..
~~ Give her/him flaws. Make them forgetful, prone to doing something negative, etc.
~~ If they are zatted-back-to-Middle-Earth-modern-day-girls/guys, do not make them automatically adept at magic (which, in and of itself, is not a bad thing), healing (seriously, who in this world knows more than that willow is good for mild aches in a tincture, or that datura (thornapple) is a very strong hallucinogenic and will sedate people if necessary? I suppose you could have her/him reading homeopathic medicine guides in her modern-day-life, but that sounds a bit unlikely), fighting (unless possibly martial arts. Even modern day fencers would be unlikely to be very good authentic swordsmen/women. Their swords are too light, they learn to just tap the other person... etc.), navigation (The most I think any of us who got dropped into M-e would be able to recognize might be the Misty Mountains or the Plains of Rohan, unless we were, for some unknown reason, dropped in a town...), etc.
~~ Include the training/apprenticeship period in the story. This is a very good place to include problems-- wanting to quit, getting hurt, wanting-to-do-something-but-can't, conflicting duties (to self, to family, to friends, etc).
~~ She doesn't necessarily have to be ugly, or even ordinary looking, but it's best if you don't write about how she can't walk down the street without people stopping and staring for ten minutes.
~~ Make her wear a dress-- even Eowyn didn't wear breeches and coat until she was disguised as Dernhelm. Maybe she's frustrated with it, or her slippers aren't very good for running in, or she has trouble getting into something, be it saddle or anything else...
~~ do something with that hair already! No, not wave it behind her like a glimmering banner, or some such. Make her/him braid it or have trouble braiding it. Or make it get in their faces (As long as it's not "The wind from the clear sky caught her golden amber hair and flung it ahead of her, where it shone in the sun. She cleared it from her face so she could see the approaching Orc army. There was no possiblity her four score of [insert name of famously good-at-fighting race] could hold them off..."), or tangled (and no, Legolas cannot brush it for her).
"Mary Sue was a person. And I knew her in 1963. Why did she die? Did she die? Oh, you're so cute-- She was a fun... I loved her. She had beautiful eyes and blonde hair, maybe she didn't have blonde hair, but oh well. We were once girlfriend and boyfriend, really we were great together. One time we tried getting married, but that didn't work out, so we got divorced and we had that big hassle over everything. I'm 101 years old..."
~~ My insane sister....
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