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Author has written 18 stories for Marvel, 101/102 Dalmatians, Alpha and Omega, and Greek Mythology.
"We cannot say how long his memory will live, but there is this. A world with no room for the Gordons is a world which must return to the sands." - Khartoum (1965 film)
What-ho, everybody! In case you're wondering, I took this pen name to honor one of my heroes, General Charles "Chinese" Gordon, the martyr of Khartoum. As to my interests, I have so many favorite books, movies, and television shows that it would be difficult to list them all. Instead, I'll just list some of my favorite fictional characters, the ones which I'll probably be writing the most fanfiction stories about:
Cadpig (101 Dalmatians: The Series): Hands-down my favorite character of all time. Cadpig is serene and peaceful most of the time, with a great sense of humor and witty jokes, but when she gets angry, she gets angry! A truly unique and one-of-a-kind character. I was always disappointed that Disney never did anything with the character since the series ended. So, to fill that void, I plan on doing a series of further Cadpig adventures, hopefully allowing the character to develop beyond the mere sixty-five episodes Disney allowed for her.
Philip Urich / Green Goblin IV (1995-1996 Green Goblin comic series and Spider-Girl): Ask me my favorite comic character and I'll tell you it's the Green Goblin. So, how could I not love a comic book that actually makes it okay to root for the Goblin, since this version is a good guy? It helps that I consider Phil to be a very likeable character in his own right. I'm not all that big on the villainous version of the character that's around now, so my fanfics featuring him are basically going to be about what would have happened if Philip had stayed the good Green Goblin instead of becoming the evil Hobgoblin.
Lilly (Alpha and Omega): There are a lot of great characters in Alpha and Omega, but I was surprised that it was one I didn't even really notice until the second half of the movie that ended up capturing my heart. A very shy and innocent little wolf but at the same time very cheerful and humorous. She's definitely a character who should get more screen-time in the next movie. I want to do some more stories focusing on her and hopefully her older sister, Kate, as well.
The Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who): My first exposure to the show was a few episodes of Eccleston's, but what really got me into Doctor Who was David Tennant's reign as the Doctor. While I'm also a big Fifth Doctor fan, but Ten will always be my Doctor. I have a few story ideas for this character right now, but with so many great stories already written for him, there isn't much which hasn't already been done. I'll see what develops.
You can probably tell that I tend to get attached to quirky and off-beat characters. Maybe that's why, with the exception of the 10th Doctor, all these characters are rather obscure and unknown. But that's what's great about writing fanfiction, you get to write stories for all these characters who really deserve to have more stories told about them!
I'm also really into mythology, legend, and folklore, so if you recognize anything like that in my stories, that's where it comes from. In particular, I'm fascinated by the legends of King Arthur, which I think tends to show up a lot in my stories. It's really obvious in "Only Wolves and Madmen" but it exists in all to an extent, I think. So if you have any questions about the story of King Arthur, I can tell you more than you ever wanted to know.
I've been told by several people that my strengths in writing are dialogue and humor. That's why I tend to write humorous stories with a lot of dialogue. That's also why my stories tend to end up being so long. I don't intend to make them as long as they are, but I just have so much fun thinking up funny things for characters to say that I tend to get carried away.
Anyway, that's me, then. If you have any questions about my stories, feel free to ask.
Here's something fun I came up with yesterday. I thought it would be interesting to rank my stories based on which are my favorites and which I thought came out the best. I decided to put up a list of everything I've posted up to now (even the one poem) in the order I would rank them. It seemed like it could be an interesting experiment. Here's the list:
One of my all-time favorite poems, "Sir Galahad," by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
My good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.
The shattering trumpet shrilleth high,
The hard brands shiver on the steel,
The splinter'd spear-shafts crack and fly,
The horse and rider reel:
They reel, they roll in clinging lists,
And when the tide of combat stands,
Perfume and flowers fall in showers,
That lightly rain from ladies' hands.
How sweet are looks that ladies bend,
On whom their favours fall!
For them I'd battle to the end,
To save from shame and thrall:
But all my heart is drawn above,
My knees are bow'd in crypt and shrine:
I never felt the kiss of love,
Nor maiden's hand in mine.
More bounteous aspects on me beam,
Me mightier transports move and thrill;
So keep I fair thro' faith and prayer,
A virgin heart in work and will.
When down the stormy crescent goes,
A light before me swims,
Between dark stems the forest glows,
I hear a noise of hymns:
Then by some secret shrine I ride;
I hear a voice, but none are there;
The stalls are void, the doors are wide,
The tapers burning fair.
Fair gleams the snowy altar cloth,
The silver vessels sparkle clean,
The shrill bell rings, the censer swings,
And solemn chaunts resound between.
Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres
I find a magic bark;
I leap on bord: no helsman steers
I float till all is dark.
A gentle sound, an awful light!
Three angels bear the Holy Grail:
With folded feet, in stoles of white,
On sleeping wings they sail.
Ah, blessed vision! blood of God!
My spirit beats her mortal bars,
As down dark tides, a glory slides,
And star-like mingles with the stars.
When on my goodly charger born,
through sleeping towns I go,
The cock crows ere the Christmas morn,
the streets are dumb with snow.
The tempset crackles on the leads,
And, ringing, spins from brand and mail,
But o'er the dark a glory spreads,
And gilds the driving hail.
I leave the plain, I climb the height;
No branchy thicket shelter yields;
But blessed forms in whirling storms
Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields.
A maiden knight -- to me is given
Such hope, I know not fear
I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven
Which often meet me here.
I muse on joy that will not cease,
Pure spaces clothed in living beams,
Pure lilies of eternal peace,
Whose odours haunt my dreams;
And, stricken by an angel's hand,
This mortal armour that I wear,
This weight and size, this heart and eyes,
Are touch'd, are turn'd to finest air.
The clouds are broken in the sky,
And thro' the mountain walls
A rolling organ-harmony
Swells up, and shakes and falls.
Then move the trees, the copses nod,
Wings hover, voices flutter clear:
"O just and faithful knight of God,
Ride on! the prize is near."
So pass I hostel, hall, and grange;
By bridge and ford, by park and pail,
All arm'd I ride, whate'er betide,
Until I find the Holy Grail.
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