An Ode to Ambiguous Characters

This past weekend, I was thinking a lot about some of my favorite antagonists, and why they’re my favorites. Particularly, I was thinking of Lord of the Rings (since I’m rereading The Two Towers again) and Once Upon a Time (since I finally caught up on it. I was far too excited about the 10 second glimpse of the huntsman in the finale).

(I suppose now would be a good time to tell you that this post will contain spoilers for Once Upon a Time, if you care about that sort of thing.)

I really, really love ambiguous characters. I think this is because the mantra “embrace the ambiguity” was drilled into me on almost a daily basis during my AP Lit class my senior year of high school, and I took my beloved teacher’s words very, very seriously. (I think this is also why I’m drawn to heroes like Mr. Rochester and Heathcliff. I wrote my last high school English essay ever about Mr. Rochester, actually. It was more or less a love letter disguised as a stunning analysis of his ambiguous character.) So, embracing the ambiguity once again, I thought about some of those ambiguous characters who really stood out to me this weekend – Boromir, Gollum, and Wormtongue; Regina, Rumply, and Graham. I guess, technically, not all of them are antagonists – but they’re ambiguous enough that you really just don’t know, DO YOU?

What all of these characters have in common is redeeming qualities – as in, they have them. For example, Boromir tries to take the Ring from Frodo, which is a total party foul. I mean, here Frodo is, trying to SAVE THE WORLD, and Boromir decides to be a jerk and try to get in Frodo’s way? But then, right after this, Boromir goes gallivanting off to save Merry and Pippin from the Uruk-Hai, and is killed in the process. He confesses to Aragorn and asks for forgiveness, apparently feeling guilt over his actions. To me, it almost feels like Boromir is actually relieved to be dying, because it means that he doesn’t have to fight himself anymore.

And what about my man, Graham? (Including him might have just been an excuse to plaster his picture in this post.) When we meet him, it looks like he’s totally in Regina’s corner, but then he does things like hiring Emma (which doesn’t really go over well), and as the huntsman, he ends up being unable to kill Snow White and lets her go, ultimately sacrificing himself in the process.

And what about some of our other friends? Wormtongue kills Saruman. Gollum helps Frodo and Sam get to Mordor. Rumplestiltskin proves himself capable of love on a couple of different occasions – his son, Belle. Regina also is capable of love – her father, the stable boy, Henry. Not a single one of these people is evil through and through.

And another thing all of my examples have in common? None of them started off as evil. I mean, Boromir, Wormtongue, and Gollum were all seduced by power. Regina was motivated by the desire for revenge after her true love was murdered. Poor Rumply just wanted to protect his son. Graham/the huntsman was mostly just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But all of these characters were, at one point, perfectly nice people, and even after they turned “evil” (or, at the very least, ambiguous), they still retained very important qualities from who they were before. Maybe they leaned a little too far toward the Dark Side, but they were still human.

So, next time you go to write an antagonist, take some time to think about their back story. Who were they before? What happened to set them on this course they’re on? What are some redeeming qualities they have? Ultimately, it will make for a more interesting character. Who knows? Maybe your readers will root for them…and wouldn’t that be interesting turn of events?

Being a normal person (or: Stephanie has an actual weekend [for once])

Something miraculous happened over the weekend: I actually had an entire weekend off for the first time in forever, since the dining hall is closed for the summer now. And, actually, last weekend was actually my last shift at the dining hall, ever – I’ve decided that, since I’m no longer a Western student, it’s time to move on and try to find a big girl job. I’ve worked at the dining hall for four years, and I’ll miss some of the people I worked with, but really…it’s time to move on.

Anyway, what did I did with my free time? Um…not what I totally planned on doing, which was sit around in my pajamas and eat Oreos and read all day. See, having free time freed me up for something called a social life, which I accidentally took full advantage of.

Saturday night, a couple friends randomly came up to visit for graduation, and we went out to dinner. It was actually really nice out, so we were even able to sit at a table outside. Given that we here in the PNW fondly refer to this time of year as June-uary, it was a very nice treat.

Sunday, an actual real, live book tour came through Bellingham. The Fierce Reads tour was in town, so, of course, I had to put on some pants and go to that. I didn’t actually take pictures at the event, since there were only, like, twelve people there and I didn’t want to be that creepy person drawing attention to herself. (Also, as a couple of the ladies discovered, the room also has some very inconveniently placed columns that would’ve made pictures hard to get, anyway.) I did buy Cinder and Shadow and Bone, and I totally got them signed (and ended up introducing myself as “the one who made the pants comment” on Twitter. I’d tell you I’m not normally that awkward, but I’d be lying.)

All six of the authors present had something really interesting to say, but I think my favorite was Emmy Laybourne’s advice about writing, which was to write the book you want to read. (Obviously, other people have said this, too, but it’s always good to have this beaten into you every chance you can.)

And now, I have an Epic Laundry Pile staring at me, so I’d probably better go fold all my clothes before they eat me in my sleep. Business as usual here!