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Who is Mary Sue, wewe ask?

She is a pest, a scourge, a CURSE upon the world of fiction; a dull, cliche character who mostly invades the shabiki fiction universe (especially in fandoms like Lord of the Rings au Harry Potter), but can also be found in original work, TV shows, books, movies, etc. In shabiki fiction, she's usually the fangirl's way of inserting herself in the story and pairing herself up with the cutest/hottest character. This infamous evil can be identified kwa the following traits:

1: She is stunningly/unusually beautiful. Oh she may deny it, claiming to be a "plain Jane" and modestly deflecting any compliments on her looks, but everyone else in the story will be sure to drool all over her. Mary Sue is perfection incarnate - perfect hair, perfect eyes (the kind that "sparkle like jewels" au "pierce into your soul"), perfect skin, perfect figure, gorgeous gowns/snazzy leather warrior outfits, cool-looking weapons, etc...though she may kubeba a striking resemblance to the mwandishi of the story. And she sometimes shares the author's name (that includes middle, last, nicknames, acronyms, etc.) Mary Sue could easily be described as an "author's pet" au a self-insert.

2: She has multiple special abilities au skills (like she can somehow "wield a blade" really well without years of training and experience...unless, of course, she's been trained kwa the best since age four). There's nothing she can't do au excel at, everything gets handed to her on a silver platter, and her Speshulness knows no bounds. She could be a shape-shifter with Super Powerful Shiny Magic and a wow-the-crowd imba voice, au a genius computer hacker who can play the flute and violin, has a black ukanda in karate AND can recite encyclopedia excerpts on a dime, au a half-angel warrior princess who sends the Bad Guys buggering off just kwa going all "echo-y voice and holy light"...you get the idea.

3: Going hand in hand with the above, she's always being uber-heroic, rescuing bila mpangilio people and saving the day. The fate of Life, The Universe and Everything depends on her. Without her Speshulness to aid the Good Guys in the epic battle, the Bad Guys are sure to win and the world is utterly DOOMED.

4: She's kind and virtuous (unless she's an EVIL Mary Sue) and has no big character flaws of any kind. (And no. Clumsiness and/or a feisty temper do NOT count; they're far too generic and only serve to make her look "cute".) She's usually either a "sweet angel" type, "mysterious woman" type au the "rebellious princess" type.

5: At least one character falls immediately/insanely in upendo with her, and vice versa (usually the hottest guy. Go figure.)

6: All the good characters in the story just seem naturally drawn to her (especially children and fuzzy animals). She's maarufu where it matters. EVERYONE likes her. Except the Bad Guys, of course...as well as any unimportant characters who serve no other purpose in the story than to be annoying and/or jealous of her utter perfection.

7: Sometimes there is a prophecy au legend about her. Usually it says something about her Speshulness, an all-important destiny, Twoo Wuv written in the stars, blah blah blah...

8: She is portrayed as being cooler/more mature au zaidi important/powerful than everyone else in the story. Though on the flip side, she could also be portrayed as the poor, defenseless, yet ever courageous damsel-in-distress. Everything's always either about her au her love-interest. She doesn't know the meaning of "teamwork" and she steals the spotlight from everyone else.

9: She often has a tragic/angsty/mysterious past and her upendo interest has to "heal her wounded heart" au something. If she doesn't have a tragic/angsty/mysterious past, she always finds SOMETHING to angst about...and of course, her Twoo Wuv always rushes to comfort her. Oy.

10: She is so darn perfect and 2-dimensional that it's annoying and boring. She's either so perfect, so weird au so lacking in personality that the readers can't relate to her au grow to truly care about her as her own character. Strip away the beauty, the magic powers, the all-important destiny and the upendo interest and what do wewe have underneath? Virtually nothing.

Now that we've met Mary Sue, let me introduce wewe to her lesser-known cousins! Yeah, that's right...she has relatives.

Meet Gary Stu, the boy version of Mary Sue! He can be all of the above, as well as being the muscular, uberly-hot guy who's always saving the damsels in distress, bravely fighting the Bad Guys, hacking into computers like an expert and diffusing the bomb that's hidden in the wedding cake with the pair of pliers he just happened to have in his pocket.

Last and definitely least, there's Marty Sam. He's closely related to Gary Stu, only he's a lot zaidi sensitive and angsty. Usually he has a dark, super-tragic past (like his alcoholic dad beat him as a kid au something) and he's always throwing melodramatic pity parties about how miserable and wretched he is. He swoons over the beautiful girl of his dreams and goes on and on about how he's such a HORRIBLE MONSTER who's oh-so-unworthy of her. He can be every bit as hawt as Gary Stu, au he can pull a Hunchback of Dotredame routine, i. e. so ugly that his beautiful upendo interest can't help but take pity on him and fall in upendo with him for his "beautiful, broken heart".

So how can wewe avoid turning your characters into Mary Sues/Gary Stus/Marty Sams?

Well, one thing I've found that leads to a Mary-Sue is getting too attached to your heroine. wewe might have a brilliant back story for your girl, but does the audience really need to know every detail? wewe might have designed every ounce of her clothing and styled her hair just right, but is it integral to the plot? Probably not. A lot of the time what makes a Mary-Sue so awful is that so much of the focus is on this character that no one kusoma the story really cares all that much about her.

Another thing to keep in mind is to avoid having the character be too flawed. If wewe have a character that has a terminal illness, a bad back, is blind, can't hear, and is wielding a sword in battle and totally kicking butt and saving the day, you've got a problem. It's fine to have a character with one of those "flaws" au traits, but not all of them, and make them act accordingly. Make sure the flaws have something to do with the story and aren't just things wewe stick in to make her appear less perfect. Too flawed is just as bad as too perfect.

AFTERTHOUGHT: It should be noted that there IS such a thing as a "good" Mary Sue, and that there are a few exceptions where characters can have a lot of the symptoms above and NOT be a Mary Sue (like the elves in Lord of the Rings, for instance). There are many examples of "good" Mary Sues out there, such as Nancy Drew, Sarah Crew from A Little Princess, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and other characters. What makes them different from other Mary Sues is that they are all believable, vibrant, well-rounded, likable characters that people can root for.

Having alisema that, DON'T get cocky. These kinds of exceptions are rare. Most likely, if wewe have written a main character into one of your stories who possesses many au all of these qualities, wewe have created a Mary Sue (or one of her cousins). So get someone to look over your work, lest this infamous pest overtake you!

If wewe would like to test your character for Mary Sue symptoms, I highly suggest visiting these sites:

The Universal Mary Sue Litmus Test
link

The Writer's Mary Sue Test:
link
My name is Annabelle. I am sixteen and I am beaten.

I lived with my dad and mom in that trailor park on the edge of town between the bar and the strip of stores everyone avoids. We lived happily until my mom, Mary, died in that car crash five years ago. My dad became depressed, drinking alcohol and gambling. He was soon unemployed, so to keep the trailor I had to drop out of school. He is now a deep alcoholic and gambles with his buddies every other day.

Whenever we run out of spirits he hits me. He keeps hitting me until I go to the bar nearby and get more. This happens every two days kwa his...
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once apon a time,in world similar to ours ,run kwa all creatures but humans.in a small area of the world,a cluster of islands are about to spuew lava.theese islands are surounded and inhabited by,fish,birds,insects,small reptials and amphibians,and the juu preditor of this time,cats. about the size of a house cat,these kitties lived in a sort of colony. the islands were small,conected to eachother in a ring around a larger island kwa mti roots,rocks,and small bridges of sand only when tide is low.the main island,had little to no life on it,but flora,due to masive,and frequent euruptions.the...
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Paul Dock is in the New York airport from zaidi than an hour. They've Lost his bag. He sigh, because he hate airplans and big cities and now he has to kubeba both. He was born in a little part of New Jersey that he wouldn't leave. But he couldn't refuse his niece invitation to her wedding day. he came there with a week of advance because his nice told him that New York is a city wewe have to visit once in your life. When someone of the staff brings him the bag, he looks at him in a such bad way. He get out of the airport with just a warm bath in his mind. When he finally get the hotel, cold got...
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posted by tigerseye43
Flair sat at the juu of a 20 story building, her legs dangaling over the edge. She smiled and closed her eyes as the breeze flowed through her hair. She had on a black crop juu with the words 'love life' written in dhahabu cursive letters across it and had on black skinny jeans. She wore black high juu Converse and a black chain mkufu with a charm on it. She looked out over the city and sighed. A few tears rolled down her cheeks and fell to the ground below.
*******
Lane was walking down below a tall building. He felt something wet hit his arm and he curiously looked up. He could barely make...
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posted by Rae-Ash
Hey, Daddy.
Look at me
See what a beautiful
young lady I’ve become.

Hey, Daddy.
See how special I am.
See how much I’ve grown.

Hey, Daddy.
Don’t wewe see?
How much I want
To please you.
How much I
Truly care.

Hey, Daddy.
Can’t wewe see?
How hard I’ve tried.
How much I struggle.

Hey, Daddy.
Don’t wewe know?
How much
I crave your love.
Don’t wewe know?
How abandoned
I’ve felt.

Hey, Daddy.
Can’t wewe sense?
How hesitant
I always have been.
Can’t wewe sense?
How I pretend
To be someone else
Just so wewe could
Accept me for me.

Hey, Daddy.
Haven’t wewe noticed?
How fake I am
Around you.
Can’t wewe see?
How much
You’ve...
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I know what happened,
I know that your parents are divorced,
because I was the first
wewe told.
I want to help you,
but I don't know
what all that
pressure
and sorrow feels like.
Like you're drowning
in a pool of tears
and your friends
are just watching and
laughing,
like it's a joke.
But it's not a joke,
it's your life.
They aren't even
your friends,
they are just people
who say they earned
that title.
I don't understand.
My parents aren't
divorced,
they don't fight
every time when
they see each
others face.
I can't help.
But you're
my friend.
My best
friend.
And I will
try to help.
I will stand kwa
your side even when
we are miles away.
Because even though
it might not feel like it,
wewe are never
alone.
Chapter six: Jason’s Madhouse

Jason found himself on the inside of a long, grey colored hallway. He finally found Robbie the Rabbit plushy back. It was odd. It looked like a crimson-red aura emanated from the walls, which caused a ghastly atmosphere. Jason held his plushy as if he was strangling it, and walked slowly, feet kwa feet, towards the end of the hallway. After every footstep there were moaning sounds to be heard. At the end of the hallway he saw a dusty, worn-out door. Focusing on the door, he walked towards it.

Jason reached towards the wooden doorknob slowly. He tapped the doorknob...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


The claustrophobia had finally set in. In this incredibaly long elevator ride to the arena where I was to battle to the death with 23 other kids, fear's cold grip latched onto my heart. Then nervousness had crept its way into my nerves, making me tingly and numb. Now finally, after spending 15 dakika in this freakin' tube, claustrophobia had clotted my mind. With all three fighting for control over me, I was curled in a ball on the floor. Some impressive tribute I turned out to be.
My name is Grazio. No last name. In fact, no last names will be uttered in this entire story, so get...
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posted by DxCFan123
This chapter and the inayofuata will be very quick, for I am probably going to quit Fanpop, there's not enough things for me to do here.
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MONTH 12, 3 WEEKS UNTIL SADAO IS TO DIE
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Kat's POV
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Before I went to sleep, I checked my soul book. It read

SADAO MEIWAKU
AGE: 17
TIME OF DEATH: DECEMBER 28TH, 1:10 P.M.
TO BE KILLED BY: KURO NEKO
CAUSE OF DEATH: HIT kwa A BUS


Tears filled my eyes. I was to kill my upendo in 3 weeks. I was going to murder him, and there was nothing I could do about it. It was against the shinigami rules...
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 Watch out guys for 21!
Watch out guys for 21!
By:Android_21 How there became a Mirai Android 21
Chapter I:The Androids Attack!!!
____________________Android 21's P.O.V.________________________
It was just like any normal day,except that I was made of metal
and an Android.I had cybernetics placed in my body when I
was 20 kwa Dr.Gero,a crazy lunitic with issues.He did the same
to my brother and sister only I'm stronger and have special
abilities.I heard 17 laugh,18 sigh,and I just rolled my
eyes."Really bro.?Did wewe have to kill him when I alisema I would
spare his life?" I asked, and he just shrugged and laughed.18
sighed again,and...
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posted by Lore_Master
Our story start's out the Ilse of Siege a tranquil world with eastern sea's inhabited kwa small village's filled with tiny rabbit like creature's with the sea being so calm and so clear wewe could see straight to the bottom of it's depth's and skies being so blue, so bright that it would bring tear's to you're eye's, to the western desert's so dry it would shrivel anything that would dare enter it's trecherous sand's leaveing only one race that could inhabit it's deadly region being as slinder as a snake they tend to make their house's under large rock's some time's so many gather together they...
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Just tell me what wewe think, :)     






Aria Glass sat on juu of her house with an unopened bia in her hand and her eyes on the sky. It was a beautiful night and Toby and Jared where at it again. Jared had become zaidi quick-tempered than usual, barking at almost everything. Neither boy’s where good at their temper control and over the years Aria had learned to let boys be boys and fight it out themselves. But Aria could take them both, Aria smirked at this thought, true au not they would never hurt her.
    But she did hate it when they fought, although...
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posted by HouseMindFreak
Rae speaks Irish again in the story but wewe wouldn't want the translation...but what she says fits her attitude.


Ask for translation at your own risk.
Or use your imagination.







Chapter 21



He ran towards the ghalani where he heard Rae scream, hoping it was not a demon. If it was, his real self would be known. As he came closer to where she was he let out a huge sigh of relief. It wasn’t a demon but something else that was much zaidi powerful.
Iah had come back but only in his mbwa mwitu form and unfortunately was found kwa a human who was standing 5 feet away and preparing herself to throw a large rock at...
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posted by Skitty_Love
"Mmm this chai is delicious. Many thanks Soul." Professor Rhinestone alisema charmingly. I quickly nodded. "Yes! Will we be starting training soon?" He looked up at me, is fuchsia colored bangs covering his shinning eyes. "Very well. We need to wewe to be juu Taoloid, after all." He said, I showed him a little smile. "Yes!"

"Hyaaaaaaa!" I balanced the long bamboo pole on the tip of my index finger. "Aye, this is not gymnastics Soul, this is real. This is battle. Come at me." He held his pole in front of him in a dynamic position. "Uh...I.." His leery glare caught me. "Yes.. Hyaaaaaaaaaa!" I sprinted...
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posted by Insight357
I awoke around ten that morning. I looked beside of me Alexander sat looking at me. A hint of a smile was on his face.
    “Good morning,” he said, handing me a cup of coffee.
    “Thanks,” I alisema taking a sip. It was just the way I like it, black.
    “You may want to get dressed,” Alexander said, eyeing my stomach. I pulled up the sheet.
    “Why? Clothes are so restricting,” I said. There was no point in getting dressed. I needed to avoid Grey as long as possible. She would be pissed.
    “I...
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It all started out as an ordinary day, man. Mrs. Krabaple, my stupid teacher wanted us to do a
project on the most intense, exciting siku of our vacation. Truth is, I actually DID my project, instead
of getting my dog, Santa's Little Helper to eat a piece of paper with the alphabet and some made
up curse words Milhouse made up that I thought were dumb. Anyway, all these kids had these boring
stories, while I was remembering mine:
It started two weeks ago, when Homer came home, not miserable au went to Moe's before coming
home. He seemed so giddy and excited.

Homer: Marge! Kids! Come to the living...
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George Clark looked at his newborn son Lucas. Devestated at the death of his wife, he wonders why she couldn't stop her alcoholic addiction, especially for her own child. After they found out she was pregnant, George encouraged her to go to theorpy, have interventions, au anything to stop her addiction. Nothing would help. Even knowning that she had a son on the way, she still drank. George refused to raise Luke all kwa himself. He felt like he wouldn't be a good enough single father to raise him. He tried for a month, but took Luke to an orphanage, hoping that his son would be adopted and have...
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It was almost one full mwaka after the siku Tsubasa’s best friend’s life was taken in a bloody raid. Tsubasa had felt angry ever since. He had a notoriously short fuse after it happened, the once calm Tsubasa. Tsubasa was aliyopewa that nickname when he was five years old, it was that friend, Sumiko Yamakawa, who gave it to him, and it was aliyopewa to him for how he appears to fly when he fights. Tsubasa was a modern samurai; he earned the title at a young age and lives up to it really well.
    It was a quiet afternoon when Tsubasa was riding in the back of a bus with his friend...
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posted by HouseMindFreak
Chapter 9

Jax slammed on the breaks of his truck in front of the Sakima home. With his shotgun in hand, he cautiously stepped out.
He could barely see through the thick darkness.
His lungs burned as he tried to breathe the frigid air that surrounded him.


“Mrs. Sakima!” he yelled stumbling over a rock.

“Help…”
A weak voice called out.

He ran through the darkness, trying to navigate where the voice came from.
His foot struck something hard causing him land on his stomach, knocking the breath out of him.
Not able to songesha from his inability to breathe he lifted his head and opened his eyes. A...
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posted by sawfan13
Adam started to snicker,"You think wewe can defeat me again. I have a gun now, and I shot at your little mbwa mwitu buddy earlier. I tied your little girlfriend up there. Yeah, she's good at shutting up, especially with this gun pointed at her. Ha!" I alisema nothing else. I started attacking him. I threw the gun out of his hands, as he started to fear. I grabbed him kwa the wrist, and started crushing the Bones in his wrist with my bare hands. I wouldn't stop growling and yelling. I have never felt so angry and strong in my life. He whined and pathetically tried to get away. I attacked him, as if I were...
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