I uploaded this image to my Deviantart account a quite
some time ago, maybe it´s a completely nonsense to start a blog when my time to
produce new material is very limited right now, however, since this image is in
the blog´s title, I think there´s sense in presenting this character and this
image in first place.
Noviembre is the name of the girl in the picture; she
should be around sixteen in it, which would situate this particular moment in
1912. I hope to make her the main character of a series of novels that I got in
my mind, the first of which is already completed. She was born with the idea of
being a character with a great sense of justice, acquired in one of the worst
ways possible: trough a very early experience of pain and loose. During her childhood,
beyond the late nineteenth century, Barcelona, where she lived, was known as “the
city of bombs” by the high number of terrorist attacks which took place there.
When she was five, one of these attacks caused her to lose the right leg, from
that moment on she got to start to understand that the person she would become was
meant to be different than the one she would expected to be.
Her way to the future started again when her father
took her to the theatre where he worked as chief of stagehands. A place full of
talented people, for whom the possible and the impossible doesn´t always obeys strict
rules. They gave her a new leg, when her father told her that “what is not fair
shouldn´t be accepted” referring the fact that a five years old girl should not
remain lame. But these words were what ended up defining her as much as her metallic
leg, as they would lead her to be completely intolerant to injustice, to the
point of face those who feed in the pain of others or use it as a tool for
their purposes, whether they were rapists, murderers, caciques, or even monster
and demons.
Her philosophy is simple: You got right to your place
in the world; if they try to take it away from you then you defend your
position. It doesn´t matter how much strength you have, what matters is what you
are ready to defend with it. After all, when the enemy is at the gates and you
are lame, run is not an option ;)
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