Write your character an obituary. But not just one. You need two. One from those who love them and one from those who hate them.
I took this one further by writing both an obituary and an eulogy for my character from both the loved one and an enemy. The one from the enemy will be in a separate blog.
Obituary from a loved one in a newspaper only for demon hunters
Today we mourn the loss of Scout Jenson, a Junior at Azriel High, in Southern California. She was 16 when she passed from her injuries sustained from a fight early Saturday morning with a demon. She fought to protect her classmates when demons attacked the high school during a school dance.
She leaves behind her grieving mother and father, her best friends Jennifer Collins, and Katlyn Myers, and a school full of her peers, teachers, and staff in utter shock and disbelief.
Scout was a phenomenal student who studied and trained hard. She loved life, and she loved helping others.
They will hold her funeral on January 23rd at the Holy Trinity Church at 12002 Collins Drive. Immediately after, her parents have invited everyone over to their house for refreshments and stories of their daughter at 12933 Pear Grove.
Eulogy from Scout’s Mother
Our dearest Scout was the light of our life. She was a student at Azriel High, and she loved her school. She was smart, athletic, sweet, funny, caring, and the best daughter we could have ever asked for. And she was one of the best friends you could ever ask for, too. She always listened to her peers when they had a problem and she always just wanted to help. That was her thing. Helping others.
And she was so protective. She was protective of us, of her friends, of her classmates, of her teachers and of the other staff at the school. She trained hard and studied hard. Scout told me once that she wanted to be the best demon hunter ever so she could protect society from the demons.
And she knew how to have fun, too. Going to theme parks with Jennifer and Katlyn. Going to the school carnivals even when she wasn’t a student at the school. She liked to play pranks on teachers. And she loved to make people laugh.
I wish I could hear her laugh right now. I miss that rough laugh she had and that smile when she laughed. Her smile reached her eyes and it just lit up the entire room.
I am going to miss her voice, her smile, her laugh, everything that makes my daughter Scout, the demon hunter, and Scout my beautiful daughter. Our home is going to be so quiet now without her.
But she gave her life to protecting those she loved. And she told her father and me that if she ever had to die young, she would want it to be doing one act. She wanted to die while protecting those she loved. And even though she was taken from us too soon, at the hands of a demon, she would want us to celebrate her life, not grieve.
So after we bury our Scout, please come over to the house and let’s laugh and sing and joke while we remember our angel. Thank you.