OctoPrep 2025

Protagonist Profile

Assignment #3

"Oct. 3 -"Protagonist Profile:"

"Character: Protagonist Profile"

Draft a profile of your protagonist. Include detailed information such as name, age, physical attributes, occupation, education, culture, religion, family, relationship status, personality, likes, dislikes, strengths, weakness, motivations, and desires. Use Google Images or equivalent to find an image of your character. The point of this exercise is for you to get to know your character inside and out before you write your novel. If you don't know your character, how can you expect it of your readers? Flesh out your pre-story character in detail. Keep in mind that your protagonist will grow in some way during your story.

Adelaide de Caelkirk


To think of the emotional roller coaster I've been through in my life. I am the eldest of eight children, daughter to the King and Queen of Caelkirk and I am not in the line of succession. That would go to the next in line, my brother Vaelo. Since he was ten, he has studied and practiced and gone off into the military, risen through the ranks, become Duke of Allidia and set to marry Princess Olimia from the Loupitha Kingdom next Spring. Even my other siblings, with the exception of Emrys since he's not even a year old yet, are all set with their arranged marriages. Depending on my mood, either I'm upset and wish I was apart of it, or I'm relieved and glad that I don't have to deal with any of it. But when I wish I was apart of it, it's because it seems like far less pressure than the responsibility I possess.

Saving the world weighs a little more. Feels like I'm being a little dramatic and it doesn't help that I'm not allowed to talk about it. I'm barely allowed to know about it. All I was supposed to know was that there was something I must do once I turned twenty-five. Something will happen that change everything. It irritates me to think about it, so I don't. No one will tell me anything. Not until I'm supposed to know. My mother is supposed to take me to see Lady Althena the day after my birthday.

Then I will know.

Until then, my life has been training. Physical, mental, and emotional training. My free time is often spent either alone or with my only friend, Mihaela. We've known each other since we were in diapers, our parents are close friends. She told me that she wants in on whatever it is I'm supposed to do and no matter how much I've tried to change her mind or force her out of it, she is coming with me. To be honest, I'm thankful for her. I've never been more afraid of what is to come than the thought of doing it knowing absolutely no one.

It's pretty ironic with all of my siblings knowing exactly what is to become of them, where they are going, having it all mapped out for them, and here I am not knowing anything beyond right now. All I know is five days a week I wake up at five in the morning and I am busy with training until five in the evening. All for something I have no idea what it's for, except saving the world.

No pressure.





Dane Ravizac


Living out in Beresboia Forest has given me the peace I need and the privacy I desire. I've lived on my own since I was sixteen years old. My mother was upset and didn't understand why. She thought I'd be eaten by the wild beasts or starve to death. Neither have happened. I've only become stronger and more in tune with myself. Something I desperately needed. I needed to respect myself, love myself, and understand myself.

Unfortunately, I have become out of tune with everyone else. Even my mother. I love her with my whole soul. I'm doing what I am doing and living the way I am living because of her. BUT, not living with her or anybody else, I forget how to handle and deal with people. Their emotions, their problems, their frustrations. I want nothing of that. All I deal with is my home and surviving.

I visit the town of Holombsia, filled with all kinds of traders and farmers who sell bits of their lives and souls every day to make a living, once a month. I bring in leathers, wood, oils, and other odds and ends with me to sell or trade for goods I can't farm or make myself. People come from all over to shop there. Holombsia is a rare place in that it isn't part of or controlled by a kingdom. People like to call it a Free Town, but it's basically left to its own because of it essentially being a large market that just happens to be controlled by a counsel of eleven people who also happen to be traders or farmers.

It's usually a days drive from my house in the forest and gives me time to think about something other than myself or what I do. I often think of my mother then. My father not so much as I didn't know him. He was a wonderful man, according to my mother, but died when I was four. She never remarried and lives in the same house on the edge of Shimmerwood. They married young. Being the daughter of a Noble, it was her lot in life. She was worth something to somebody. Thankfully, it was a happy marriage. I like to think my mother was happy. That for awhile happiness had been an all consuming thing to her.

They got pregnant shortly after they married and then I came along. I was named after an Eren, a holy man, named Daines Polisco who originally helped secure the realm from the underworld. Or something. I don't believe in any of it, so it's no matter to me, but it mattered to them and so part of me appreciates that.

I'd like to say that I'm complex, but mostly I'm an idiot. Emotions and feelings aren't something I like to dabble with. Maybe because I don't know how and I fumble with it a lot, if I am being honest. It's easier to not deal with them than to stumble around. If I can't do it right, then I don't do it. I guess it's a motto of mine, if I were to have one.

Now I mentioned that I lost my father when I was four. I also lost a brother shortly after that. Just before my father died, my mother found out she was pregnant. They were thrilled. My mother was five months pregnant when my father died. Then a few months later when she went into labor, he was stillborn. She named him Lior and buried him in our backyard. They had tried to persuade her to bury him properly in the cemetery, but she wouldn't be persuaded or convinced to do so.

She still carries the title of Lady and remains part of nobility. For all of the shit I give the King, I appreciated that my mother never had to worry about food or a place to live, or her dignity.




Rowan Alexander


I thought, finally, at 25 I was finally finding myself. Accepting myself. After living a tumultuous life under my mother's roof, I thought I'd hate myself always. Hate how difficult it was for me to lose weight. I thought maybe as a teenager, I'd shoot up and thin out, but I didn't. I'm still 5'2" and thick around the waist and thighs. I've tried eating nothing but salads and it didn't seem to matter and my mother made sure I knew it too.

My older siblings, thankfully, never joined in with our mother. I don't know why my mom felt the need to point out every flaw, every imperfection. My sister, Penelope, always tried to tell me to ignore her, but how could I?

I went to college to become a librarian, but with the current political landscape, that has become hard too. Another thing my mother likes to throw in my face. Wasted money. Wasted time.

I've been trying to restructure my thoughts into a more positive way since I've moved out and got my own apartment. I've worked as a supervisor at the local grocery store in town. Unfortunately, it pays the bills. I've also been walking to and from work, at least while the weather is warm. Not only has it been good for me health wise, it has given me time to let me be alone with my thoughts. It was where I decided to start stowing away money to help me move out of state. Maybe I can move somewhere where a librarian is appreciated.

Thorton definitely doesn't appreciate much except making sure people see you walking into church every Sunday.

I can't wait for things to stop being a dream and starting becoming more of a reality. That's my goal, as small and modest as it may seem. To have that feeling of independence and of joy in doing something I want to do. Other than my siblings, I don't feel a connection here. I don't think I ever have. I've always just felt like an outsider. Of course, my mother laid down the foundation and enforced that feeling, but other than my friend, Heidi, I've never really made any real connections or were allowed to, when it came to my siblings. My father passed when I was young, but I remember feeling love from him.

Hopefully soon, I can work on that promise to myself. To be a better person, to be one I can be proud of. I want to look in the mirror and be proud and happy of what I see.