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Whatever you want it to be.

Agreed.  I've been an avid reader all my life, particular long multi-volume epics like Frank Herbert's Dune series and the alternate history series of Harry Turtledove.  The smallest word or sentence early on may seem insignificant but later on becomes something that can completely change up the story.  You have to plant lots of seeds early on.  Some of them pan out and others fizzle, but if you don't plant them then nothing will grow.

I certainly tried to do that in my first RP.  It's difficult to get started as a new character with no history in the WFWF so I had to create an extended family that I can use until Frank Lynn has some WFWF material to work with.  I also took advantage of the bio pages and the RPs I read to include a potential hook for future use.  In fact, it has already grown in my head to an epic tragedy/revenge story for a certain possible future opponent.  If it comes to that, I will have to read some Elmore Leonard to get me in the proper mood

You're still early on enough with your character that the Play-Doh is still relatively soft, and you have a bit of wiggle room with exactly who you want your character to be. I often suggest to new writers that they look at their character in the frame of being an individual with a really unique job. From there, you have all the room in the world to explore how who your character is influences his motivations headed into the ring.

When I first started writing David Brennan, all he was was a working class skinhead looking to secure a financial cushion for himself and his fiancé. That was the beginning, middle, and end of it. Along the way, I used that to really flesh out his story - ex-Marine, former firefighter - here was a guy who'd sort of done it all just trying to get by, and now he'd come here to try and lock down something quick to give himself and his girl something to live on. Then I peeled back the layer and had him have this recessed drinking problem that he'd kept in check for so long, til the stresses of the job sort of dragged him back in. It got out of control, and while I paired up to team with Drakz and Kyzer, I went about this whole subplot of Brennan's family trying to pull him back, while his drinking made him a sh*ttier and sh*ttier person.

Start with something really small and you can, over time, peel away these layers as you get more comfortable fleshing out your story. Before you know it, you've got something with some real meat on the bone. You've just got to first figure out what kind of story YOU want to tell.

Boo, boo Reigns booooo

Ugh, yes. History is wasted on the young. I joined AFR and FZ when I started collecting figures again which was around 8th and 9th grade, which put me around 13 or 14. I joined the e-fed on AFR when I was 16. I'll always remember this cause I jacked the name of my character off this god awful cover band that played at my high school at some drug free assembly thing the day that I went to school with pneumonia doped up on 3x the recommended dosage of DayQuil.

It's weird to consider that I've been on this board since I was 16, related boards since 13-14ish, and I'm bearing down on 31 this year. I haven't bought a wrestling figure since the Rulers of the Ring Justin Credible TTL model.

So, no joke, on my way to work today, I was straight bumping some serious Jesus rock - I'm that guy who says he listens to everything and means it. No lie - Newsboys, dc Talk, Randy Stonehill, I got that sh*t.

This little number here was going to be Daniel Kirkbride's theme at one point before I 86'd that disaster waiting to happen:



Guys, I wreaked straight up havoc on a poor, unsuspecting baptist church when I was in high school. I dated the same girl, hardcore Jesus freak, all through high school. Zero point zero in the bedroom department, but she was a much needed sort of good influence on my life when I really needed it, so I don't begrudge her over it - plus it's chill that she was actually all in on what she preached.

Anyway, one Sunday I'm sleeping til noon like I did, and she's on the phone. Can I come down to the church, the church band's bassist just moved, we need a fill in who can adopt the funk. I don't own my own bass at the time, but the music guy there is offering up his own five strong Fender as a personal loan, so I haul ass down there.

Here's something you don't know about me - I'm the world's last candidate for stoic session musician. I gotta be free to move and bounce and do whatever, and that drives this dude nuts. We're dropping tunes from Godspell and such and I can't stand still and he's telling me how much that's going to upset their sister church that's coming up for the upcoming MLK Jr. service we're rehearsing for.

Their sister church.

Coming UP.

From Alabama, mama.

For MLK Day.

I refused to quit, going so far as doing the Christian thing and betting him a Coke that his assertion that this southbound church in Alabama would hate my funkadelic moves is the reason baby Jesus cried in the manger.

Anyone wanna take a stab at the racial demographic of that there sister church?

I was movin', groovin', picking out the lords tunes, and I was doing it on the LOOOOOWWWW end of the sound. Those women LOVED me!!! One woman told me she had the authority and was declaring me an honorary brother man.

I won a coke that night.

Anyway, that's just a part of the story of how I hung out at a church for two years cause I'm good at music stuff and and even smaller part of how I knew enough about the J Man to write a character that loved him (I'm actually a recovering Catholic).