Guess That Character Blogfest

It’s time for ‘Guess That Character Blogfest’ sponsored by Jen @ Unedited!  Below is a snippet taken from my character (Sage Reynolds from wip ‘FOSSEGRIM’) ‘s point of view.  The challenge is to try and guess what Sage looks like based on his voice alone!  Good luck everyone and I can’t wait to check out your characters!

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 When I turn towards the beach, Kelly and Sheila are standing in the shallow waves.  They wave and signal for us to come in.  I tap Aiden on the shoulder.  “Looks like the princesses await their knights in shining armor.”

            “Pfft.”  Aiden rolls his eyes.  “I swear to God if Sheila doesn’t put out soon, I’m gonna have to shave my head and wear an orange robe.”

            “Nice…  Very chivalrous,” I laugh as we make our way towards them.

            “ ‘Chivalrous’?  Dude, you’ve got to stop spending so much time with Kelly,” Aiden shakes his head.

            Kelly wades toward me before I get to the beach and throws her arms around my neck. 

            “You didn’t have to go after them like that.”  Smooth caramel wisps of hair are flattened around her face by the wind as she looks up at me with big scolding green eyes.  I push the soft locks back and smile down at her. 

            “The guy grabbed your ass while you were buying a milk shake.  That’s inexcusable.”  My temper flares and my eyes search the beach.  “He better hope I never see him around here again.”

            Kelly tightens her grip, bringing my attention back to her.  “I shouldn’t have even told you what happened.” She shakes her head but then smiles and leans up on her tip toes to lay a quick kiss on my mouth.  “But thank you for defending my honor.”

            I laugh.  Kelly’s always saying old fashioned stuff like that.  She’s way into Shakespeare and poetry and medieval tales.  I used to think it was kind of weird when we were just friends but now that we’ve been together for a year, it’s become just another reason I love her. 

            I grab her chin and steal another kiss before hanging one arm lazily around her shoulder and leaving the water.  “That’s what knights are for, princess.”

            She yanks on my arm and giggles.  I think she secretly likes when I play into her day time fairy tales.  Her pace slows as we reach dry land. “I gotta head home.  We’re going to my aunt Maggie’s for dinner.  My parents said you could come, if you want…” She looks up at me from the corner of her eye. 

            I shake my head, my gut twisting at the invitation.  Kelly’s parents hate me. Actually, come to think of it, most parents hate me.  Maybe it’s my longstanding reputation as a trouble maker.  Or maybe it’s my family. Or lack thereof. 

Pretty much everyone in town knows that the McKenna’s are my foster parents.  Which isn’t a big deal, I suppose.  But when I arrived here in the third grade, I somehow managed to set fire to the classroom (magnifying glass over the garbage bin- It was science, man) and break Sarah Kane’s nose (misguided throw during baseball.  She should have ducked!) all in the same year.  From then on, I was known as that ‘troubled foster kid’ the McKenna’s had decided to keep around.