*creepy War Games computer voice* Would you like to play a game?
Whew, this was a tough one to do logistically. It's called "Cast a SFR Character."
Here's how it works.
1. Read the excerpts below.
2. Choose an actor that you think fits the part.
3. See the pictures of actors posted in a separate post for visual stimuli.
4. Enter your choices in the poll (which should be somewhere in the vicinity of this post, if all goes well. If not...well, this little experiment has gone a bit off kilter and the poll is probably at the top of the page.)
Note: The excerpts were outtakes, picked up off the cutting room floor of a Science Fiction Romance writer. I won't mention any names. Or titles. :)
(Of course if you really rave about their work, they might step forward and 'fess up.)
Scene: A character from the future pursues his target back to ancient Egypt
Leo ducked, barely avoiding a sword from separating his head from his shoulders. He was sure he just got a haircut. That one had skimmed his scalp. He turned and countered, returning the favor, but he was successful. The head that had been attached to an Egyptian guard went rolling across the stone floor. He swallowed hard. No matter how many times he had to do it, it was still difficult to take a life and not get affected by it one way or another. Whenever it happened his stomach always got a little ill. He knew it was kill or be killed, still it was hard. He pushed it to the back of his mind to work through later. Right now his warranty didn’t cover decapitation and if he didn’t pay attention it would certainly expire.
“Get back Leo!”
He stopped for a second. There was nothing that could come through those doors he couldn’t handle. After all he was a man and a Guardian. Nothing scared him, nothing. He started running again and came to a halt right behind AzraXel. Another scream, more horrific than the first. He stared in horror. Okay, maybe nothing was too strong a word, he was scared now. What the hell was that?
Leoninus spit blood into the sand and picked himself back up. Who would have known she was so agile.
She spun around nailing him with another kick to the jaw, knocking him back down to the sand. And who the hell taught her to fight like that? Leo growled low and animalistic from deep in his chest. It was his turn. He launched himself across the sand catching her across the hips taking her to the ground like a defensive lineman.
She rolled, flipping him to his back before driving her elbow down into his sternum.
It hurt like hell. Two could play that game. He flipped her back over, he was the bigger, badder more dominate alpha and he was going to show her just how much. He tried to grab both her wrists to pin them over her head. He was unsuccessful. She still had one free and managed to somehow pull a knife that was strapped on her thigh. She buried it to the hilt in his chest.
He gasped clutching at the knife, backing off. Damn that was cold.