This is the first character interview I have ever done, and after much deliberation I decided to interview Makovu and Endelyn together. I think it will be fun to watch them interact.
I’m going to bring them in here in just a moment, but first allow me to set the stage.
We’re in a film studio, surrounded by cameras and mics and lighting equipment, but the cameras aren’t rolling, the mics are turned off, only one of the lights is on. The studio is shut down for the night.
I sit regally in my interviewer’s armchair, facing an empty couch. The equipment is directly behind me.
Off to either side, other couches with end tables next to them are scattered about giving the room the feel of a lounge.
The single spotlight draws your attention to that empty couch.
The wall behind the couch and the two walls on each side are floor-to-ceiling glass windows.
We are in a skyscraper.
I am wearing a black knee-length pencil skirt with a navy blue blouse, my hair piled on top of my head in a professional-looking bun that adds two inches to my diminutive five-foot-two stature.
My feet are bare.
Behind me, the door clicks open and I get out of my chair and navigate carefully through the clutter to welcome my guests.
Endelyn emerges first, followed closely by Makovu.
Endelyn is wearing a loose-fitting gray sweater made of a soft-looking material and dark skinny jeans that accentuate her long legs. Her black high-healed boots boost her already six-foot frame by four inches so that she is nearly as tall as Mako. She is wearing her waist-length black hair down, and it falls down her back in glossy waves.
Makovu wears ripped, faded jeans and black biker boots with a snug white T-shirt. His long dark brown-and-caramel hair is falling in his eyes. As usual.
Me: (quietly) Hi, guys. (nods in Endelyn’s direction) Endelyn.
Endelyn: (takes an involuntary step backward)
Me: (cringes) Sorry. (nods at Makovu) Mako.
Makovu: (to Endelyn) She’s staring at me again. (to me) Is something wrong?
Me: Huh? Oh! No, nothing. Come on. You guys can sit right over here. (leads way to interview area)
Both: (immediately head for opposite couches off to the side)
Me: Whoa! Where do you think you’re going?
Both: (turn around grudgingly)
Me: You have to sit right there (points to couch facing the interviewer’s chair)
Both: (look at tiny couch in disgust) (drag themselves over to couch and sit down, careful to avoid touching each other in the process)
Endelyn: (sits bolt upright)
Makovu: (leans back casually, draping his arms over the back of the couch, crosses legs)
Makovu: (raises one eyebrow and smirks) This oughta be fun.
Endelyn: Who are…?
Me: Anna and Christine are friends of mine. Let’s get started, shall we? (arranges self in armchair, flips through notes) Here we go. First question. What is your best memory? Endelyn?
Endelyn: (haltingly) That day in the desert… When I woke up…
Me: (softly) Yeah. I remember that day. What about you, Mako?
Makovu: (getting a faraway look in his eyes) When I went swimming for the first time.
Me: When was that?
Makovu: I was about two human years old… I stumbled across a pond. Nobody else was around…
Me: Water is very special to you.
Me: What is your worst memory?
Makovu: (shrugs) The day I left Haraka or… the day my family died…
Me: Endelyn? Your worst memory?
Endelyn: The same day. The day I woke up.
Endelyn: Because I killed them. And because it hurt.
Me: Killed who?
Endelyn: My escorts. Nomad soldiers.
Me: And what do you mean, it hurt?
Endelyn: My senses had been deadened most of my life. Finally being able to feel… the pain was intense, excruciating. I had never experienced anything like it.
Me: Okay. The next question… do you have any siblings?
Me: What about Landric? You are close to him, right?
Me: But you don’t view him as family.
Endelyn: (blankly) I have no family.
Me: (nods slowly) (shifts in chair) (to Makovu) Do you have any siblings?
Makovu: I had a younger sister. She died when the rest of my family did.
Me: Tell us about your family.
Makovu: My father raised me in the jungle with the Kwanza until I was four human years old. He was… angry. Too young to be good father. After that I lived with my mother and the pack.
Me: Who was in your pack?
Makovu: (runs a hand through his hair and looks up at the ceiling, trying to remember) Itale was alphamale and Kupwa was his lieutenant… The girls were the hunters. Their brother was Itale’s rival for alphamale position. My mother was alphafemale. My sister and I were too young to have an official rank.
Makovu: (grins) You could say that.
Me: How did you and your little sister get along?
Makovu: I was spoiled. She was… well, she was an outcast, really. I never understood why. We were inseparable, though. Partly because my mother always told me to look out for her, partly because I enjoyed playing big brother.
Me: Kind of like you do with Endelyn now?
Makovu: (looks at me sharply) What? No.
Me: (looks at Endelyn) How do you and Landric get along?
Endelyn: (shrugs) (twists hair around index finger)
Me: What is that supposed to mean?
Endelyn: We understand each other.
Makovu: (raises eyebrows)
Me: I see. (shuffles through notecards) Who has had the most influence in your life?
Makovu: Haraka. I guess.
Me: Haraka is a cool guy.
Saint: Was. Was a… ‘cool guy.’
Me: You don’t know that he’s dead.
Makovu: He’s dead.
Me: You don’t-
Makovu: I know.
Me: Fine. Was a cool guy. (clears throat) Let’s move on. What is one thing you would give up your life for?
Endelyn: (calmly) He’s under orders.
Me: What did you say?
Endelyn: He told me once that those were his orders. To save me. Protect me.
Me: Does that bother you?
Endelyn: Should it?
Me: (rolls eyes) Endelyn and her rhetoric questions… It’s just that most girls would be insulted by him admitting that you were kind of a… project.
Makovu: (raises eyebrows at me)
Me: (laughs softly) Is there anything you’d give your life for, Endelyn?
Endelyn: Aleks. I would have given my life for Aleks.
Makovu: (gives me a bewildered sidelong glance)
Me: (bites lip) I’m sorry.
Endelyn: Yes. Well. There’s nothing any of us can do about that, is there?
Me: (softly) No. I guess not.
Makovu: Aren’t you supposed to be asking us questions or something?
Me: (clears throat) Um, yeah. Something like that. (looks at notes) Here we go. Mako, what do you fear more – grief, torture, or death?
Makovu: (laughs flatly) Grief.
Me: Do you agree, Endelyn?
Endelyn: (softly) Yes. Grief.
Me: What do you think of authority in your life?
Makovu: What’s that supposed to mean?
Me: Do you believe in authority?
Me: Okay. Do you like it? Are you okay with it?
Endelyn: I respect those who force me to respect them.
Makovu: (haltingly) I think… we will always chafe against authority… unless love is factor.
Me: (under my breath) How oddly insightful of you. (to Mako) Is there any authority you respect?
Makovu: I don’t think I understand what you mean. There is no authority in our world. We answer to no one.
Me: So there is nothing or no one to whom you swear allegiance? You obey nothing?
Makovu: (dips his head slightly) My allegiance lies with no one but Mbaji.
Me: Endelyn, you’re being pretty quiet.
Endelyn: I answer to no one.
Me: (unconvinced) No one?
Endelyn: I look out for myself.
Me: Okay then. Next question. What’s your biggest life dream?
Me: (closes eyes and nods) (opens eyes) Maks?
Makovu: I have told you again and again-
Me: But it’s so cute…
Makovu: No. No “Maks.”
Me: (makes pouty lips) Fine. Your dream?
Makovu: (sighs) To belong somewhere, I suppose. (looks over at Endelyn)
Me: (raises eyebrows and clears throat) Do you have any pets?
Both: (blank stares)
Me: (sighs) A pet is an animal that belongs exclusively to you? Um, to be your friend? Like you take care of it and… stuff?
Endelyn: (to Mako) She is not very good at this.
Makovu: (laughs) No, she’s not.
Me: Would you answer the question?
Endelyn: (looks at Makovu) Tell her about Jota.
Makovu: I care for a young dragon.
Me: (skeptically) A dragon?
Makovu: (nods smugly)
Me: Whatever. What are some of your best memories living Nomad? Endelyn, that’s for you.
Endelyn: The food.
Me: That’s not really a memory…
Endelyn: Traveling with the caravan… And eating the food.
Me: (sighs) That will have to do… Sorry, Christine. I tried. What about worst memory with the Nomad?
Endelyn: (clenches jaw)
Makovu: (to me, in an undertone) Ooh, you made her mad…
Me: (confused) What was wrong with what I said?
Me: Okay… While Endelyn is, ah, recovering, Makovu can answer this one…
Makovu: Who are you talking to?
Me: Um. The audience?
Makovu: You’re a strange girl.
Me: Thanks for the vote of confidence.
Makovu: Glad I could help.
Me: (grins) You’re adorable.
Makovu: Stay away from me.
Me: (winks) If you had to give up one of your personality traits, what would it be?
Makovu: What kind of-
Me: Don’t be mean.
Makovu: (glares at me)
Me: You still have to answer the question.
Makovu: I obey without asking questions.
Me: And you don’t think that’s a good thing?
Makovu: It would’ve spared me a lot of pain, that’s all I’m saying.
Me: Endelyn, you have to answer this one too.
Endelyn: My stubbornness.
Endelyn: Like Makovu said… It would’ve spared me a lot of pain.
Me: Thank you both for you honesty. You may go now.
Which was your favorite question? Which was your favorite answer? Who did you like better – Makovu or Endelyn? Who would you like me to interview next – one of the villains, Landric and his best friend? Hatari, a side character? Aleks?