I’ve written many female characters
and I feel proud of myself for making them different from one another.
Sure they had some similarities but each of my women heroines definitely
brought forth what I wanted them to portray. Strength, Intelligence,
Leadership and Confidence. I see that in my top three favorite
characters I wrote Evee, Charlotte, Tatiana and Isis. If they ever get to be seen
by the world I hope they become great role models for young women. Women that are imperfect, women that have positive and negative attributes, relateable women!
"Be kind. Be brave. Be outspoken. Be beautiful. Be humble. Be heroic. Be
strong. Be wise. Be stubborn. Be rebellious. Be spontaneous. Be
sensitive." - Unknown
Evee D.
Headstrong, Business Savvy, Beautiful, Intelligent, Sexual and Emotional, Stubborn, Wild, Bitchy
*
Student. Business Operations Manager. New Yorker. Twenty Two.
Evee snapped her finger as their waiter came over and she handed a black card which he took happily.
“Yeah besides I have talk to Professor Clare over my thesis paper about my business plan according to him I have great ideas but unrealistic ways of obtaining my product, he said that I cannot distribute it in the way I would like, I don't know why he can just say, Evee I have no faith in your job” Evee rambled.
Evee was on her way to obtain her Masters in Business at New York University. However, her brash persona unsettled the faculty and no one wanted to work with her except Professor Clare. He could see her brilliance despite her attitude and took her under his wing. Top of her class, she was well on her way of graduating with Honors.
“You are intelligent Evee … why do you act like a spoiled pouty princess?” Ella questioned.
Evee rolled her eyes as the waiter handed her the receipts and walked away. Ella reached across and grabbed one of the receipts and scanned the numbers. Evee knew what Ella hinted at however she could not help it. Evee hated to be second to anything and strived for number one. No one was perfect and she could not accept that.
“I don’t know what you mean”
“What’s 18% of $42.50?” Ella asked.
“Like $7.65 … why?” Evee said and signed the check.
“That’s the tip but you did it in your head Evee, no one does math like you but sometimes you act so …” Ella said and tilted her head.
Charlotte D.
Powerful, Kind, Hopeful, Trusting, and Broken, Sensitive, Pessimistic, Moody
*
Student. Phoenix Witch. New Yorker. Seventeen.
Daniel saw Ashley pinned down under Charlotte who held a black athame in her hands. The two struggled with one another and fought for the knife. Charlotte placed her knee onto Ashley’s chest and immobilized the girl with her hand. Daniel felt his heart race and felt the need to stop this before Charlotte made a mistake.
“Charlie no!” Daniel boomed and sent her down the hall.
Surprised at his own actions Daniel took a step back, Charlotte dropped the athame midair as Ashley watched the interaction. Daniel in shock of what he did, didn’t realize his consequences. Ashley went forward towards the athame that had fallen by Daniel’s face.
“Danny no!” Charlotte cried as Ashley grabbed the blade and kicked Daniel in the face. He fell onto the ground and his eyes widen.
“Stupid human and their emotions” Ashley smirked.
“What?” Daniel asked in confusion as Ashley created a green ball of light in her hands.
“You’re not human?” Daniel said and backed away from her.
“No, you’re funny and cute but slow” Ashley said as Charlotte raised her hands out sending flames towards Ashley who transported behind Charlotte.
“This ought to keep you busy” Ashley said and snapped her fingers.
Daniel was surrounded by twenty guys with malevolent look in their eyes and chuckled towards Daniel.
“It’s me and you” Ashley said glaring at Charlotte who seized her.
Ashley felt dizzy when she felt herself be transported to the other hallway and kicked to the ground.
“Bring it bitch” Charlotte yelled and sent a fireball at Ashley who dodged it.
Ashley raised the blade with a taunt smile and threw an energy ball at Charlotte who deflected it with a wave.
“That’s all you could do?” Charlotte said.
She raised out her hands sending a ray of dark red light towards Ashley who held her hands up to deflect it but started to feel weakened by the great strength. Ashley called for someone named Krenshaw who appeared in a beam of smoke.
Isis B.
Serious, Focused, Independent, Resourceful, Honest and Scared, Cynical, Impulsive, Secretive
*
Apocalyptic Warrior. Chosen One. City 7. Fifteenth.
She didn’t understand why they even left in the first place, it was a possibility that Angelo had mentioned it. The atmosphere was filled with small markets and crowds of people screaming at one another over food. It was true what they say, Talbot seemed like hell. Women sold their young daughters for a few pennies, men watched other young boys fight till the death and the elderly were robbed.
A group of teens surrounded an elder woman and pushed her around. She wore a tattered jacket and held a coin purse. Her nostrils flared as she approached the rag tag team and glared at them.
“Leave her alone, you freak”.
Why did she become a crusader over the last few days, why did she care for others well being lately?
“A girl speaking back? To Us?” A tall, lanky boy cried and reached to grab her. His arm frozen by her touch and prevented him from to grab her, she bent it in an upward position and broke it by the elbow.
“She doesn’t like to be touched” Ramon sarcastically added hiding his smile.
The pain was evident in the boy’s face as he collapsed to the ground and held his now unnatural angle arm. Eyes scoured around, the elder woman had escaped back to her home and a crowd had grown due to the commotion.
“Time to go”.
The three pushed past the angry mob and ran down the sanded streets towards black brick homes.
The youngest of the trio spun in laughter and he made a hand motion of his head exploding.
“It’s like you are some crazy warrior”.
His childlike views of the world put her to ease a little and she even cracked a small smile. Don’t smile! It went away instantly and the child giggled and saw a shabby brick home where a woman stood.
Tatiana R.
Creative, Trusting,Sympathetic, Hardworking, and Possessive, Overcritical, Bossy
*
Writer. Lead Reporter. New Yorker. Twenty Five.
“Tatiana”
I spun in my purple office chair to see Marisol stomping her foot
and holding a stack of folders.
“Marisol”
“Great article Tatiana, but maybe you want to branch from your political
stance of the woman of color writer" Marisol said as she held my article within her hands.
“No” I responded cooly and turned back in my chair.
I could feel her brown eyes burn a hole into the back of my head
but instead I opened a new browser tab and went to my emails. Neither of us
said a word and neither wanted to be the first to break.
“I am the lead editor ” She growled.
A cocked eyebrow and a sour smile, I turned to face her one last time.
She was sporting her all black outfit with her curly hair pushed into a tight
bun. She missed a few hairs and her makeup wasn’t doing its job today to hide
the dark circles. I could tear her down with just a few words but I chose not
to.
“I’m your best writer Marisol, whether you like to admit it or
not. So no I will not hide the fact that women of color needs a bigger voice in
the literature world”
I
spun away from the fuming woman and began to check the emails from over the
weekend. Her retreating footsteps could be heard clacking across the floor and
I could let out a sigh of relief. I still had a job.
