Lack of Scars on a Fighter
I get it, but this complaint is still quite condemning in my opinion. Like all things, there should be exceptions, but this complaint makes it sound like if a person is known as a fighter, he or she has to have a multitude of noticeable scars on their body, but they usually don’t think about the characters themselves, because they don’t know the characters.
Do boxers have scars all over their body? Maybe light scars on their face, but if they knew ways on how to prevent scaring, then they probably wouldn’t have noticeable scars like this complaint is focusing on. Why is that? Because boxers use their fists as weapons, and fists don’t usually break skin. In addition, boxers usually have their hands covered in padded gloves, or have a light helmet of some sort for protection.
Now if fighters used bladed weapons such as swords, it would still depend on the characters, time period, their training, and a multitude of other factors. Let’s take Himura Kenshin from Rurouni Kenshin (Nobuhiro Watsuki) for example. Has he gotten hurt fighting? Yes. Many times. Are there any noticeable scars? Besides the cross-shaped scar on his cheek? No. Nothing quite noticeable. Why? Probably because he’s gotten hurt enough times to know how to treat wounds and how to prevent a cut from becoming a rough scar. Does that mean that he doesn’t have scars? No, it’s just not noticeable enough to draw them in the manga, and probably light enough for other people not to notice them.
Now let’s talk about before Kenshin became a wanderer. As far as I know, aside from the vertical scar on his cheek, he didn’t get hurt all throughout the time he became an assassin—even though he was fifteen when he joined. He was found, raised, and taught by Seijiro Hiko when Kenshin was nine. I noticed during the Shishio arc, that when they trained, they kept their swords in their scabbards, so while it would still hurt, probably still draw blood occasionally, there wouldn’t be enough damage to leave obvious scars (if treated correctly). So it is possible the Kenshin learned how to fight with swords without scarring up. Once he felt he was good enough to help people who were suffering, he left with his knowledge and skill and started assassinating people. He killed politicians, and other swordsmen, of whom, probably no one could match his skill due to being fast in both body (able to run and dodge quickly), and to draw his sword with a speed hardly anyone could see. The only reason he had gotten the vertical scar on his cheek was due to luck and the assassinated relying on pure self-preservation. So of all the scars that Kenshin has, why is the cross-shaped scar on his cheek the only one that’s clear to see? My theory is that he wanted it to scar. When Kiyosato showed how much he wanted to live for his fiancé, it touched Kenshin, and he didn’t want to forget it, so kept the scar as a reminder. Then Tomoe’s, Kenshin’s first wife, and the fiancé of Kiyosato, blade had fallen on his cheek, crossing the vertical scar. Kenshin loved her and didn’t want to forget her either. That’s why his cross-shaped scar is most important to him and the story.
Overall, it depends on the character’s skill, how they were trained, their opponents and the healing process of every cut received.
Of course that’s manga, and most of us are just writers, so when is it appropriate, and how should we describe the scars? Of course scars should only be mentioned if they are visible, but it’s not often a guy or girl is seen with their clothes off (unless they are boxers, but I already talked about that). As for description, where is the scar? Is it jagged or smooth? Is the scar lighter or darker than the rest of the skin tone? What kind of scar is it? A cut, burns, impalement? As for how much description should be put in describing the scar, that is completely up to you. Sometimes scars are missed initially because it’s so light, and are only noticed later in the story.
Other people, besides fighters, also have their own set of scars—people you probably wouldn’t think of having scars. Next time you go to Starbucks, or any coffee shops, ask the barista how many times him or her, or if any of their co-workers, have gotten scalded by the steam. Chefs often have nicks, cuts, and burns on their hands while cooking. Wood carvers may have missing fingers or toes. I often pet sit, and have quite the collection of cat scratches on my hands and arms. Of course they’re only noticeable if someone is looking for them.
In conclusion, do all fighters need to have scars? Most likely, but not all fighters need to have noticeable scars. Do all fighters need to get hurt? Yes. That’s part of the plot. Fighters want to get stronger so often face tough opponents. It wouldn’t be realistic if they never got hurt and only kept getting stronger.
Preparing Character Outlines Reviewers Will Review
I talked about how ineffective reviewers can be by listing the red flags I look for before deciding whether or not to request a review from these people, but now I want to talk about the character outlines themselves. When I reviewed characters for OC Support, there were some people that either didn't understand what I needed to review their characters and didn’t fill out the information that I needed or requested that I reviewed character outlines despite them being incomplete. I didn’t think I had all of the information, so I didn’t feel comfortable relaying my opinion that may have missed the mark for their story, so I denied them. It's one thing if the writer is stuck and wants opinions on how to complete their outlines, of which I would recommend discussing it in a writing circle, and wait to complete the outline before requesting a review, but it's another if you say your outline is completed, but it's missing the information the reviewer needs to review the
Slicing through his abdomen in a horizontal cut, blood leaks from his body like the great falls of water. He does not scream or yell, but moans, tears replace screams. Raising his head in agony he tries to end his pain with another desperate cut, this time vertically, making a cross in his stomach. The blood runs dry, but the pain does not subside. With a last attempt he forces the blood stained blade into his chest. Pain, agony, suffering, sadness, worry, and any last bit of joy, is over. 横の切口の彼の腹部を通ってスライスして
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Long Winter Pt28
It was a conscripted soldier, shanghaied into service in the Imperial Army at the tender age of 16 so many years ago, who saved the War Walker Ajax when death came for them from the skies. Like the majority of the ships company, his skin was criss-crossed with the soot black tattooed vestments of the Empires official religion. The Church of the Rapture to Comes sword tip crucifix could be seen in microcosm on the young man's cheek, branded there as a visual and physical reminder of where his true loyalty lay. He might be under the command of a mortal man, but he was in service of a much higher power. Fortunately his indentured servitude
While It Burns
Why does a moth fly Directly into the flame? Perhaps its captivated By the beauty to be found In such pure recreation Or perhaps It flies so surely Into its own death Because it believes The flames of rebirth Will allow it a second chance At metamorphosis, And perhaps that this time... It will appear a butterfly. Perhaps this is the only thing It can force itself to believe While it burns.
When the spark has died And the flames have finally gone When the empire of earth lies ruin'd And memory forgotten Then from the ash I shall arise A phoenix In the dead black sky
the sound you make when you're dreaming
You are my bone structure— The cartographer of my vertebrae; One, Two, Three, Four, Your fingers walk the trail of veins leading to my entropic heart. When I found you, you only knew of desert heat, The cool liquidity of hot metal burning down your throat. I am chattering teeth and blue skin, I pressed myself against your chameleon body and Breathed life into you like the way you wrapped around my Mousy fingers and held my hand when my skull was Collapsing into itself. Your hands smooth wings into my shoulder blades and Weave gold into the strands of my chocolate hair. You bring me earth so that one day I may be able To stand upon i
what does it take to kill a part of me?
if i burnt my identity into my skin, would you still love me? there's a fine line between shivering [and shattering] from the flittering fingers of the wind or the dark depths of my mind telling me the truth. [will you tell me the truth?] i'm becoming constricted inside this cage, this weight, this - i'm trapped inside of myself. the key slipped between the gaps of one thought and the next - dissolving into darkness. [i'm reaching for it but i'm afraid i'll dissolve along with it.] i'm stuck halfway between wanting to be perfect and wishing i could just release my he
am i glitching or is this just me?
have i lost my words or have i lost myself? [is there really a difference?] was there ever anything to lose in the first place. everything is chewed and spat out. everything is repeated. everything is a broken record. i am a broken record. i am fading. if you cannot connect with people, can you connect with writing? humanity is the heartbeat of writing and yet - i am a ghost. intangible, tangible, it makes no difference. this distance is too far. [i am too far.]
At your funeral I cried with grief. The sadness of no more days spent in the grace of your company; of not feeling your warm embrace. At your funeral I wept with regrets The regrets of not having seen you one last time to say goodbye; of not knowing you more fully. By your ethereal side I wait until my time comes to walk beside you again. Knowing that the future will unite us, holds my broken heart together.
A Drop's Life - The Teardrop
A matter of pain A matter of joy: The first drop accumulates The state of affairs Condensation of our emotions. A matter of wrath A matter of compassion: Experience this truth: "Other people's tears are just wet Only yours are bitter". A matter of confusion A matter of relief: Cry yourself a river Those crystal waters Stain your distorted face.
The Sweetest Apple
I can't resist on biting you, you're the sweetest apple I found in the Garden of Eden.
Pick my p e i c s e up barehanded but don't fix me; I'm not a jigsaw puzzle to be completed by you. I'm a heart made of glass and you shattered me, so please... ...pick me up. Pick me up. Just so I could hurt you, so you could feel me for once, and have those scars remind you of me - even if I know you won't because you're forgetful, indifferent, and cold.