http://www.brandonsanderson.com/blog/750/Do-You-Want-to-Appear-in-A-Memory-of-LightFirst, if you haven't read this yet, read this as if you don't, you may be a bit confused. If you could create a character for Brandon to use in The Wheel of Time, who would they be?
I would probably have to create a new character from scratch, as all the ones that come to my mind are from my own stories. Though, if I just picked one, it would probably be.....
Atrius
Here's the first page of a short story I wrote about him:
Atrius rubbed the sweat from his forehead. His dark hair was plastered to his face, weaving itself into the beard that shrouded his jaw. Two steady brown eyes peered out through his strained face, reflecting his weariness. His white shirt showed the signs of a good day’s work—soaked so thoroughly that he saw almost no point in having it on. His sword sat sheathed at his side. The day had dragged on as he made his way to a lake that was all too far from the city walls. Soft silvery waters waited ahead of him, reflecting the last rays of light as the sun slowly slid out of the sky.
Just a few more steps and I can be done with you.
His left hand grasped a cloth coat that dragged behind him. It was slightly stained in places where its owner must have been a little careless with his evening wine, but it didn’t cover the new stains Atrius had added. Light lingered on blood that seeped down the fine brown fabric creating an illusion of hot embers that ate away at the cloth, leaving it charred. The coat clung to a body; its lifeless legs dragging across the ground, no longer able to escape. Atrius turned to make sure he wasn’t making much of a mess. His eyes studied the path behind him, searching for any blood that may have trickled to the ground. He scanned the area, his steady eyes grazing over every detail he could see and there were no signs of life—except for him, of course. Trees obscured his vision but he doubted that anyone would be hiding behind them this close to sunset—almost everyone was inside the city walls at this point, save for bandits that skulked in the darkness waiting to ambush a careless traveler. His eyes finally made their way to the lifeless body behind him. Blonde hair covered half its face. The head dangled to the side slightly, revealing a tattoo of a dagger on its neck. He didn’t see a man; just a disruptive tool that needed to be disposed of—no more than a broken wheel. Utterly useless.
He's a kings...assassin for lack of a better term. I wish I could just paste the whole thing since I'm not sure if the second paragraph will make much sense without getting a bit further, but, I think this will do.
So what about you all? Who would you write into The Wheel of Time?
