For the next couple of Thursdays, I will be posting various “interviews” with several of my characters. I know for sure that I will be covering Baehur, Mar Zaehav, Arkeh, Raewas, and Zeroah, but I also might cover Gaevri’el and Amets depending on how I feel. Once I finish all of the “interviews,” I will be posting a little poll where you can vote for your favorite character, and I will post a scene which centers around the character which wins the poll!
Today, I did an interview with one of my favorite characters which I have ever written: Baehur. He has a bit of an accent, so I hope you can still understand him! I’ve been writing about Baehur since I was in the 4th grade (so… for seven years.) And a little fun fact is that he first appeared in my writing as a young buck (yes, a deer) called “Ethelwin.”
I hope you enjoy this little “interview!” And I really would love to hear your opinion (and criticism) of the character!
Character Interviews: Baehur
As I waited, I grinned, leaning forward in my chair. My first character to interview should have been coming through the door at any moment, but I was not surprised that Baehur was late. I had known him for years, but now I will get to introduce him to you guys.
Finally, my door slowly opened, and his grinning, freckled face peeked through. “Sorry I’m late. The Capt’n was holding me late for more trainin’.”
“It’s no problem, Baehur. How has the training been going?” I flipped quickly through one of my notebooks to find a blank page to scribble down our conversation.
His face lit up, and he thrust his tan arms our excitedly—almost knocking over my lamp, but he did not notice. “Good! Mar and me are havin’ fun with all the weapons, and Karlik is teaching me how ta use this new one! And it’s fun gettin’ to know Arkeh and Zeroah; they’re nice. But Raewas is a bother… Ya are gonna do something ‘bout him, aren’t ya?”
“Yes, I will be getting to that… You just have to tolerate him for now, okay? I’m working on fixing things between you two.”
“’kay. I can wait.”
I looked over Baehur quickly and noticed that his curly brown hair was in disarray and he seemed a bit sweaty, though his pale blue eyes sparkled as always. Pulling out a fresh water bottle, I offered it to him. “Would you like some water?”
“That’d be nice. Thank ya!”
After I sat back down behind my desk, Baehur fell the chair across from me as he flashed another wide smile. “So can you tell my readers your elven race, age, and name really quickly?”
“I’m Baehur son of Ales, and I’m a Shama’aem elf—the type which Malekh created from the air. And I’m almost 16 years old.”
I nodded but did not bother to write down that bit. “You came from the mountain area of Green Vale, Evcadeh, right? Can you tell me about your family and home?”
“Yah. Well, we lived on a farm— we grew wheat and corn, but we had cows and such, too. At home, there was my Da, Ales, and my Ma, Oris. I’m the oldest, but there’re three others: Lamah; our sister, Hali; and little Paran who’s only two. Lamah and me help Da in the fields, but he only started helpin’ out in the fields two years ago—he was too young before. I guess it’s good that he did cause I had to leave.”
Father: Ales, Mother: Oris, Siblings: Lamah, Hali, Paran. I scribbled down quickly; I had not realized how fast Baehur actually talked before. “So when did the Captain of Malekh’s Seven Knights come get you?”
“Oh, is that Karlik’s full title? Quite the mouthful!” Baehur laughed.
“And you don’t want to hear Karlik’s title which refers to his position as steward!” For a moment, we laughed together, but I had to get him back on topic. “In any case…”
“Right. Uh, I think it was ‘bout a month before we picked up Mar at Black Towers… Not sure exactly, though, ’bout the time we were plantin’ the wheat. King Malekh had sent the knights to bring me to the Golden Fort, but I didn’t know ‘bout the prophecy till later. My parents were grand, though. They’d raised me to love the King, so they couldn’t have been happier when the King wanted me. But it was hard ta leave—and Lamah and Hali took it hard.”
“It could not have been easy leaving them behind.” I tried to express my sympathy, but I was about as good as Arkeh was at emotions (you’ll meet her later,) and I had to move on, in any case. “What is your preferred weapon?”
“I’d been using a short sword before we got ta training at the Golden Fort, but now I’m really likin’ the Ven.” After a quick hand gesture from me, Baehur understood that he needed to explain. “It’s like a circle made with a double-edged sword—oh, and it has a handle with two guards in part of the circle. Arkeh invented it!”
I sighed; there was no way anyone could understand what Baehur is talking about with that description. Scribbling a quick drawing, I hoped my badly done art would make a bit more sense to you guys.
“Twasn’t very helpful, was it?” Baehur looked sheepish after he watched me sketching for several minutes in silence.
“No really.” I shook my head and moved on to my next question. “Who would you say is your mentor?”
“Gaev’.” Baehur grinned widely again. “He’s real awesome. And he’s taught me how ta be chivalrous and a real knight, and how to serve with everything I have—and he was actually able to teach me how ta use a sword!”
“Yes, Gaevri’el is wonderful, isn’t he?” I smiled; Gaevri’el had to be one of my favorite characters, too. “So who are your friends?”
“I kinda like everyone—well not Raewas, but he hates me for no reason—“
“—I told you before that you will have to wait, but Raewas has a reason!” I interrupted with a playful scowl.
Baehur looked ashamed as he continued. “But I ‘specially like Amets—he’s fun—and Arkeh. Perehdur tells great stories when ya can actually get him ta talk, and the Captain is grand, too. Oh, and of course, Gaev’.”
“And Mar Zaehav?” I winked, playfully.
This time he actually turned red. “Yeah, I really like Mar.”
But I did not press him; I knew that Raewas was giving the two enough teasing without my help. “What would you say are your weaknesses?”
Baehur’s joyful face grew serious, but it was a child-like serious that almost made me want to chuckle. “I’m really not anybody, so I don’t know a lot ‘a the stuff I should. And I’m not really good at any of the knight stuff—ya know, swords, chivalry, talkin’ proper, and all. I’ve been tryin’, and Gaev’s been helpin’, but it is hard… And I’m not really brave either or strong or noble. And I’m kind of ignorant.”
If only he knew, I thought. There was no one I knew who was braver or more noble than this farm boy turned knight. But I couldn’t break his disillusion, yet. Maybe I’ll let Mar do that one day, but most likely Arkeh will just spit out the truth in an anticlimactic way. I sighed but moved onto my last question. “Okay, and how about your strengths?”
Frowning, deep in his innocent thoughts, Baehur paused again. “I like most everybody, so that’s a good thing. And I’m always gonna ta try ta do better. I’m not gonna to give up becomin’ a proper knight; I can do it one day. Gaev’ knew I can, and I don’t wanna disappoint him or the King.”
“I’m sure you will, Baehur.” I smiled, as I stood up and shook his hand. “Thank you for coming in today. I’m sure my reader will love getting to know you.”
“Thanks,” He smiled and pushed one of his brown curls out of his face before he exited my writing office.