realization about plotlines

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My characters are too idealistic. They want the greater good; who the heck wants the greater good? Nobody thinks like that.

And they’re too good. I need someone who is selfish, ruthless, uncaring, and unfair as the real world. There is no greater good—that is a character I need. Someone who just satisfies their lust and sadism with brutal and primal simplicity. And they will get away with it (at first, but not ultimately since I believe in ultimate morality).

How can my characters want something as vague as saving the world? No. They need something small, like saving a daughter or wanting to kill someone they hate.

I need a character who is alone, worthy but unfulfilled. This guy, however, does not get a happy ending at all. He does, righteous and sacrificial, but unloved and broken. This story is getting a lot more characters. I wonder if these guys could be supreme council members. Maybe the lone guy is the Counselor? Maybe by some plot twist the Heretic is the brother? No, that wouldn’t make sense. I’ll figure it out.

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