Trying to pin down some of my characters can be tricky. Especially my heroes, they really don’t like to sit down and “talk”. The heroines will, no problem, but the men are trickier. I was lucky enough to pin down Edwin and Alfwyn, brothers from my Enchantress series. I preformed a joint interview, and as you can tell they are night and day.
1. What is the name of the book where we would meet you? What genre is it?
Edwin: I believe the text you are referring to is called Enemy Enchantress. Though I would not know, I do not have time to pursue such frivolous pursuits. I believe they call it Fantasy Romance, but I am not certain. *wrinkles nose in distaste*
Alfwyn: I am in both Enemy Enchantress and Sorceress from the Sea. Haha, beat that Edwin.
Edwin *eye roll*: As am I you oaf.
Alfwyn: Yes but who is more exciting? I fight demons. Was it not Aislinn who saved her own hide? *Laughing hysterically at his older brother.*
2. Who wrote the book?
Alfwyn; Would you believe it if I told you it was a female? Ha, I guess you would. Although I will be in trouble from Aislinn and Morag for thinking thusly, they both hold the author in high esteem.
Edwin: Just ignore my younger sibling’s prattling. The author is Amy Ruttan.
3. What do you think of the author? You can tell us the truth.
Edwin: I hold the author in high esteem. Why would I not? She brought me my Aislinn.
Alfwyn: I like the way she thinks.
Alfwyn: I do! She has a filthy mind, I like that in a woman.
Edwin: Alfwyn, for just a moment could you act with sort of decorum?
Alfwyn: Not likely. *smirking*
4. Tell us a little about yourself. How would you describe your appearance? That’s more than just really cute or drop dead gorgeous. Give us enough detail to get a clear idea of how you look.
Alfwyn: But I am, how you say— drop dead gorgeous.
Edwin: Perhaps it would help if I describe my brother and he describes me?
Alfwyn: That suits me just fine, dear brother. Well, Edwin is the eldest, he’s old if you know what I mean. He’s a big brute of …
Amy: No, I think I’ll intervene here. Edwin is getting ready to draw his sword on his brother and their fights are legendary. I think to keep the peace here I’ll describe them.
Edwin: It would be best. *saying through gritted teeth*
Amy: I had two very clear pictures in my mind of Edwin and Alfwyn. Edwin looks like Clive Owen from the movie King Arthur. Black short curls, a cute little cleft in his chin, broad of shoulder and battle hardened. He’s a true warrior through and through.
Alfwyn: *clearing his throat*
Amy: Yes, Alfwyn I am getting to you. Alfwyn is the younger brother, and like Edwin I had a very clear image in my mind. Alfwyn is the image of Richard Armitage from the BBC’s Robin Hood. Tall, lanky, devilish, sexy. There’s an air of pompous around him, and tom foolery, but he’s loyal and sweet. Did I mention sexy?
Alfwyn: See, I like her.
5. Where are you from?
Edwin: The Southern Divide, my home is called Braidwood.
Alfwyn: I am also from the Southern Divide, but I moved to the far North with my bride who had land. I needed to escape my brute of a brother. *winks*
6. What special skills or abilities do you have?
Edwin: My wife has many special skills. I am a warrior, and if that is special then those are my special skills, protecting my people and my king.
Alfwyn (who has a decidedly evil look on his face): You should ask my wife what my special skills are.
Edwin rolls his eyes.
7. Are you happy with the story?
Edwin smiles smugly: Aye. She gave me the woman I desired most of all.
Alfwyn: I concur with my brother. Shocking I know, but I agree.
8. Who is the most important person in your life? Tell us about them.
Edwin: Aislinn. She is everything to me. She is beautiful, kind. What more is there to say? I desire her above all others.
Alfwyn: Morag, she’s feisty and has a temper. She’s just as stubborn as me, great for sparring on so many levels. *wiggling eyebrows knowingly* She is a challenge, and I love a good challenge.
9. Is that person in the story we’re talking about?
Edwin and Alfwyn in unison: Aye.
Amy: Aislinn is in both, but her main story with Edwin is Enchantress The Fey. Morag is introduced in Enchantress The Sorceress, which is her story with Alfwyn.
10. Do you have any children?
Edwin: Aye, a boy and a girl. They are the joys of my life.
Alfwyn: Not as of yet, but I am working on it, daily and nightly. All the time as much as I can.
11. Do you think your author is going to write another story about you? Or, are you part of a series?
Edwin: I believe the author has planned a series. I appear in all but one.
Alfwyn looks hurt: Hey, I only appear in two. *Looks at me for explanation*
Amy: You’re in the last one Alfwyn. Neither of you are in the fourth one.
Alfwyn: Pray tell who are the other books about?
Amy: Well, Cedric is in the third.
Alfwyn: So he’s in more books than me?
Amy: Cedric was staying with Edwin. You’re in the North for heaven’s sake.
Alfwyn: So who has this mysterious fourth which appears to be about no one?
Edwin: Alfwyn *says with a warning tone*
Alfwyn: And you can assure that I will appear in the fifth and final book.
Amy: Yes, everyone does, but that’s all I am going to say. I don’t want to spoil anything.
Alfwyn: Fine, as long as I have your word.
Amy: Alfwyn my editor likes you. Trust me, you’ll show up again.
Alfwyn: Oh, they like me eh? *rubbing chin*
Well it seems Alfwyn is drifting off into some very risqué territory and Edwin never wants to sit still for very long. It puts him on edge. I better release them; medieval heroes can be unpredictable at the best of time.
I want to thank Whipped Cream for having me here, and sharing two of my favorite men.
You can read more about Edwin, Alfwyn and all the others on my website here:
Thanks you again for letting me share.
Amy discovered her love of the written word when she realized that she could no longer act out the fantastical romances in her head with her dolls. Writing about delicious heroes was much more fun than playing with plastic men dolls with the inevitable flesh-colored “tighty whities”.
She loves history, the paranormal, and will spew out historical facts like a volcano, much to her dearest hubby’s chagrin.
When she’s not thinking about the next sensual romp, she’s chasing after three rug rats and reading anything spicy that she can get her hands on.