Do you have any tips for keeping a character consistent and believable, specifically for a character who changes drastically throughout the story?
My specific instance is in my current project Halo, or Hell, no!. On the topic of that, I'd just like to thank you again for the title. Anyway, the demon swordsman path has the major supporting character Aunrae, a Drow swordfighter well known throughout Hell because of her father. Her first interaction with the player characterizes her as abrasive, but only due to her misfortune. Here's an excerpt.
"Oh, hey there." she lifts her head from rest on her palm, looking at you gloomily. As if she were issuing an automatic voice line, she says with mocking cheerfulness, "Looking for a masterfully crafted weapon? Then you've come to the right place!"
You give her a look, confused at her behavior. Letting out a long sigh, she hangs her head again.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude at all, it's just... business has been super slow ever since that guy moved in." she points to another -- considerably more populated and eye-catching -- stand with a lazy finger. "His stuff's not even that great but he's just super charismatic and it makes me sick."
Truth be told, you only went to this stand because it was the first one you saw. Had you seen the other first, you likely would have gone to it instead, but it would be rude to leave at this point.
"Anyway, I've just been losing money because I work my ass of to make these weapons and no one buys them anymore except for a few people that know me personally." she sighs again, slumping down on the table. "I don't know why I'm even talking about this to you... Ugh, whatever." straightening her posture, she looks back up to you. "Do you want to buy anything, or are you just gonna stand there?"
I wasn't sure if the last paragraph of dialogue was too different from her other speech, or if it did well to show how stressed she is.
Immediately after that excerpt comes this one:
Mostly out of pity but also curiosity, you agree to buy a sword from her. She perks up at your mention and seems surprised.
"Oh, uh, right then hold on." she disappears into a small building for a few moments and returns shortly after holding a bundle of forged blades. "You seem like a shortsword type of person, so I brought a few of my best shortswords for you to choose from."
She almost seems to bubble with excitement, and you can tell that she enjoys her craft a lot. Assuming you might see her later, you take note of her features. She has lighter skin than most of the demons, an almost light purple. Her hair is a bright white, though somewhat dinged by sweat and debris. Her ears are pointed at the tips.
As if she read your mind wondering why she looks so different, she says, "I'm half Drow. My mother came here from the Underdark after she'd had to flee her home due to a spreading civil war. The surface dwellers wouldn't take her, so she came here instead."
You find it interesting that someone would willingly choose to be sent to Hell, then you remember that you made that decision as well. You choose a sword with a medium length and weight, assuming that it would be a good one to learn with. As you swing it for practice, she looks at you with amusement.
"You don't seem to have a lot of technique."
Slightly embarrassed, you lower the sword and hold it at your side. She chuckles softly.
"It's ok. I could probably teach you a few things. Seeing as business is... absolutely booming, I could probably fit a little time in my oh-so-busy schedule. Oh, and just so I can find you, where are you staying?"
You give her the name of the inn that the fruit seller had recommended to you, The Drunken Basilisk, and bid her farewell.
"The name's Aunrae in case you were wondering," she says from behind you.
The intention was to show that she's very passionate about swordplay and passing it on, but she's had no one to practice with or to teach, so her seeing someone excited about a sword that she made gets her hopeful for the future. Again, I'm not sure if this is too big of a change in attitude in such a short time.
In this next excerpt, the player just fought off a robber with the sword purchased from Aunrae. Word spread fast through the town, and the next morning Aunrae heard about it and rushed to the inn where the player is sleeping. I'm pretty sure they/them isn't technically correct in this instance when Aunrae is referring to the player, but I didn't want to use "he or she" there because, you know, it wouldn't really sound like a normal interaction.
You pull the door of your room open after gathering your things, then head downstairs for a bite to eat. As you reach the bottom floor and look to the bar, you see a familiar figure at one of the stools. Aunrae looks over to you, waving.
You take a seat next to her and ask the innkeeper for some food. He quickly returns with a plate of two eggs, or what you assume are eggs, with a green yolk.
"Aunrae here seemed pretty worried about you this morning. Seems she heard about last night and rushed over to make sure you were alright," he says, setting the plate down in front of you.
Aunrae jumps in, her face showing slight embarrassment. "I only wanted to see if they'd used my sword. I wasn't worried about them."
"Sure."
"Tch." she shakes her head slowly, turning to you. "Anyway, how'd the sword do? I heard you really did a number on him!"
Only slightly confused, you explain the events, describing, at her request, in great detail the wounds inflicted.
"Must have been a pretty good blade to do all that with no form, huh?" she says, beaming.
You confirm her assertion, complimenting her craftsmanship. While she's a bit abrasive, you do have to admit that the sword was easy to use and still effective, which would take a good amount of skill. She finishes her drink and rises from her stool.
She turns toward the door. "Oh, and about what we talked about yesterday, if you wanted, we could do some training today. I figured it was probably ok for me to skip a day at the shop since... you know how that's going."
You nod and agree to a lesson, and she smiles brightly
"Great! I have to grab a few things before, but I'll meet you just outside in about ten minutes." She waves and almost sprints out of the door in excitement.
Again, I'm unsure if the bubbly attitude she has here is appropriate given the previous day, but perhaps she's just still excited to teach the player.
This next section is a passage I'm pretty unsure about, so judge it as you will, but know that I don't think it's my best work. Anyway, the player has already had a day of training with Aunrae in the physical aspects of swordplay. This day, to give the player's muscles a break, she's decided to take the player to a place strong in magic. My interpretation of magic in this story is similar to the Force of Star Wars. Some people are born strong with it, some are not. It exists as a mysterious "entity" almost. Aunrae has a pretty good understanding of magic due to her father's very strong connection to it. The plan is for her be unsure of her potential with magic and later do something along the lines of unlocking her true potential. Very cliche concept, but I can do it in a unique way.
"Good morning. I'm sure you're sore from yesterday so I've got something different in mind for today."
You notice she doesn't have her bundle or sword with her and wonder what she's planning. She reveals nothing as she begins in the direction of the arena.
The path looks familiar, however, after a few blocks she takes a different turn. You follow diligently, curious to where she's leading you. Eventually the city fades behind you and you reach a meadow of grey grass and the occasional faded purple flower. A few paces ahead of you, she stops. You crest the hill she stands on and are taken aback for a moment.
Before you are thousands of flowers, blowing in the breeze that shouldn't exist due to the location.
"Very little grows down here, at least normally." Her voice is sweet and calm, almost serene as you look out to the waving mass of color. "Many times this field has been trampled in times of war. Destroyed. Burned. But the funny thing about magic is that it never really goes away. The plants regrow where they should never have been planted in the first place. The beauty still exists where we're told none should."
You're lost for words as the peacefulness of the meadow waves to you, seeming to pull you closer.
"The lasting effect of the magic of the druids is still here, which is why I brought you here. All magic is one magic. It's strange to think that one can harness the power of such a peaceful place to use to kill."
You wonder where these past two days of Aunrae came from. Not only was she hiding sword skill but also magical talent? You suppose that people shouldn't be judged for their first impressions.
"Anyway, even we warriors can use magic. It's not restricted to just wizards and warlocks. We can use simple and complex spells to do things that no human could."
You notice a difference as she focuses. Her eyes shift color. While before they'd been the typical drow violet, now they are a golden yellow, like that of the sun. Some energy unknown to you seems to radiate from her irises.
She makes a jab, imitating the motion of her fighting. The movements seem normal except for one thing: she's moving impossibly fast. Throwing a flurry of punches, you can hardly see her arms in the blur of motion.
Her eyes return to normal, the energy dissipating. You're left with a dropped jaw and wide eyes.
"That's just one way magic affects fighters like us. Magic manifests in people many different ways. Sometimes you get lucky and you're especially strong with it, and sometimes you're just not." She shrugs, turning back to you. "But we all have something within us, and discovering what you have will sharpen your skills greatly, though I don't know if you're quite ready for it yet."
I'm just afraid that her dialogue is too different from her normal character and that what she says is too cliche/corny.
I know this is a really long comment with a lot of requests, but I'd really appreciate if you'd take at least a skimmed look. Thanks!