The Saint (TV Series 1962–1969) - IMDb IMDb There was an error trying to load your rating for this title. Some parts of this page won't work property. Please reload or try later. X Beta I'm Watching This! Keep track of everything you watch; tell your friends. Error Simon Templar, a wealthy adventurer known as The Saint, travels around the world in his white Volvo P1800S. Stars: While on holiday in a Greek village, Simon must settle accounts with a crook who is threatening the peace of local inhabitants. 8.9 In Rome, Simon discovers a protection racket targeting the local beggars who must relinquish part of their alms to a person known as the king of the beggars. 8.4 Simon is caught burgling a house by Teal and sentenced to ten years in Princetown Prison.

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Of course, Chief Inspector Claude Eustace Teal regards him as a common thief, regardless of who he steals from, so the Saint must always stay one step ahead of the doggedly persistent Inspector Teal. Fortnately, his wit, charm, and savoir faire make this a fairly easy task, and the series chronicles his various exploits. Written by Afterburner <aburner@erols.com> Saints Row / Characters - TV Tropes Timeline A list of characters from the Saints Row series. Gang affiliation is a big part of the characters' identities, so they're grouped by the gang they work/worked for (if applicable). Note: Spoilers from all games in the franchise are listed below regardless of when the character entered the franchise, so be warned if you haven't played all of them and wish to remain unspoiled. How to Pick Character Names: The 7 Rules of Choosing Names for Fictional Characters June 24, 2014 at 11:22 am Very late to the party – but a couple of extra pointers to add: *Possessive form: consider avoiding names that are awkward to frame in the possessive form – e.g.

Ross [Ross’s Ross’] * Never use “Said” as a name – I had a nightmare editing the dialogue attributes for a client who refused to rename the character: “I’m not taking any more of this,” Said said… *Great tip for proofreading in Word docs when there are complicated names that may be mis-spelled – when you reach the first instance of a correct spelling of a name [e.g. Papadopolous] right-click the name and either select [add to dictionary] or [ignore all] – this removes the redlines underneath and so any redlines remaining are probably incorrect variants (you also need to do this with the possessive forms and plurals). Good article 🙂 September 26, 2013 at 7:33 am In my earliest writing project, wanting names that suggested characterization but definitely did not suggest anyone we knew in my relatively new school, I carefully checked the yearbook and chose “Alice” for the romantic heroine, there being none, only to learn after “publication” that everybody but me knew this was the real first name of a very specific girl I liked. I recall using an old Air Force book’s appendix to find some others that sounded right.

I need some character names that are not just right by period but by derivation as Scotch-Irish immigrants to the U.S. etc. and looking up surnames backward is awkward since the local state university no longer lets us “townies” use its resources. Personally, I wish some books came with an appendix listing the characters because I’ve been having “senior moments” since first grade, too long ago to mention, have a hard time remembering real names, and I hate having to dig back and recall who a name is from the first half of the book. I’m using one in writing a (first) novel but would definitely get sued if I published the original with the names of one or more people who inspired a character, given that they have flaws. How do you solve the problem somebody noted about search and replace? I’ve got one novel about 3/4th done and the temporary working names for several square-John characters are notorious criminals pending final assignment. September 24, 2013 at 6:42 pm Thanks, Brian. Common sense stuff but it’s always good to remind us! I’d point out that professional writers do not follow these rules enough.

Many of not most epic fantasy, sword-and-sorcery and similar stories are rife with unpronounceable names (ask 10 people to pronounce “Cthulu” or ). Tolkein’s names of hobbits all sounded alike. My wife is reading a popular fantasy novel featuring no less than 10 characters whose names all begin with “M”. BUT…that still doesn’t negate your advice, because those things are still very off-putting for readers, regardless of the success of the works mentioned! They succeeded in spite of, not because of, those variations from the rules. Thanks again! March 30, 2013 at 5:37 pm As an addendum to my previous post (which seems to have gone missing or maybe I just can’t see it yet) commenting on Sydney Warburton, Jr.’s “letter”, which was actually a thinly disguised short story pretending to be a letter to the editor in the comment forum of the Writer’s Dig. If you have read any of the vast quantities of writing how-to articles available through Writer’s Digest and it’s myriad publishings? You would have remembered they suggest using dialect very cautiously and judiciously.

Your story of the Irish Bogs? Did neither. Worse, it made it look like you hadn’t even bothered to spellcheck your story before having the nerve to forcibly publish it, foisting it on the entire forum, however many readers of it there are. If the on-going mispellings were part of your attempt at an Irish dialect? It was poorly executed. Very poorly. Maybe even worse than the awful Irish accent Tom Cruise used in Far And Away. And if you’ve ever seen that movie? That’s saying something. Those were some of the worst clichés of Irish dialect I’ve ever been subjected to. September 4, 2012 at 6:10 pm Indeed, true. I use names with meanings in most of my short stories, many of which I get from the “Dictionary of Given Names” here in the UCI Langson library.

I also write in the vernacular of the location as in “The Bog” which takes place in Ireland: THE BOG It was another misty day, not quite foggy, but with an eerie mist, cold, chilling, one that permeates the body causing goose bumps and mental anguish indirectly, sort of a parametric feeling of sadness, you know that general malaise that overtakes one when stuck in a rut or the chips are down or something close to a tragedy occurs – that’s the effect the mist has on a normal person; but, the people who live here, those whose forefathers had settled this place several hundred years back, they were used to it; they were used to the feelings of gloom so much so that they thought it was normal. They had lost their frame of reference. But, oh, if one could only see the sun, that life-giving warmth of optimism, of brightness, rays of love, it might change their persona, might transmogrify them.

But, there was no sun, not here, not next to the bogs, that marshy, quagmire of quivering acreage that is the bottomland, the denigration of geography that, luckily, only a small percentage of the landmass is extant. It was sort of a swampy marsh, almost like quicksand in places, perhaps quickmud is a better name. How many unfortunates either sank outright or might have been buried in those bogs? I can give you one instance or more of such a gory experience. I could, but maybe I won’t. And, then again, maybe I will. See for yourself. It’s such a nasty world, is it not? Particularly living by and for the bogs, working in the bogs. Without further ado, long ago there was a small house near one of those bogs, one bog of several, a house with a small family, mommy and daddy and four little ones, now somewhat grown. Somehow the family became smaller and perhaps the bog was responsible, perhaps. After all, bogs are not nice, no not at all. They are all consuming just as many folk in America are and not in a nice way.

It is almost as if they have to eat, and yet they don’t really; it’s probably just out of nastiness, out of the degenerate landscape’s feeling that it got left out and was not a nice beach or a mountain or a slowly moving stream so that it developed a harshness, a bitter, somber mood that always prevailed. And that mood resulted in horrendous consequences at times, criminal acts for which the bog could not be prosecuted. After all, it wasn’t human, or was it; it sure acted like it was, at times. This could be one of those times. The bog people, that is those who lived close to the bogs to make a living, actually from the bogs because particular eatables could be grown in the bogs providing the environment within could be somewhat controlled, but not without eminent and imminent danger.

The bog people had a tough life, a hard life of near poverty, although they were self-sufficient and did not have to rely on the egregious, all consuming corporation to provide for them never knowing when they would be dumped, always reduced to a number, that reduction including a person’s feelings of loss of worth, their intrinsic value to themselves and their family, their diminished pride, their thankless hard work evaporated for those moving from corporation to corporation, the endless proving of one’s abilities and securing a reputation and then being released as the economy falls and staring over again repeating the daunting effort. Yes, these people were self-sufficient, albeit, at a low level of sufficiency but with pride intact. Bog work was very hard and demanding. The children as they grew into manhood knew exactly what was required, what to expect in life until the end, with no remorse, no thinking, “Gee, I wonder what it would be like doing something else, being somewhere else.” No, they did not think in such illustrious terms, at least not normally.

As each day came to an end, they would trod wearily back to the cottage, eat and go to bed until the dawning, when the bugler since time immemorial awakened them, the rooster. Without the rooster, gravity and weariness might have caused them to oversleep. And so, as the family ends the day, the Patriarch Airell, returning home says to his wife, Portia, “Aye, tis’ another day gone, it tis’. And what is it for suppa, me loove, more Irish stew, the best?” “Aye, it tis’, me aandsome chaamer. And did ye get all the work done today?” “Ah, yes, me love. And without adue, Shepard haas announced ee has other plaans. Ee does not want to be swallowed up by the bog, you know, not worthy of a life of toil as we. And, I say ee should be so lucky. A nice cottage not far from the sea. Haandmade sweaters of the finest Scottish wool, if I might use the term, to keep im warm and your fine Irish stew.

Ee doesn’t know ow good ee as it, me loovely woife.” “And don’t forget the loovely weather ere, me love.” “Ah, come now. Yeere being a bit sarcastic, are ye not? And wot wiggled yere charming whotsit this day. Did ye get a caller, perhaps the young dolt from the next cottage, again. All ee wants is a bit of our yoong and beautiful daughter, Leoma, the bit I think of as lewd. I’ll shove a shotgun up his ye know what and won’t hesitate when the trigger comes acallin’.” “Oh my. Did I pull your chain, this fine evening? Twasn’t meant to be, twas not. I was only joshing with ye, me loove, you know that. Why, I haave me own sweaters to wear. If only these bumps on me chest would stop getting bigger, I wouldn’t haave to keep anitting.” “Well, me loove, perhaps I’d better keep me aands off for awhile. I’m a man of sensuous habit, you know.” “Oh, and do I know and I loove it.

Perhaps we should skip the stew tonight.” Airell knows she is only kidding, a tease as most wives are. Without the stew, he could not get through the next day. Just then, the three sons and the daughter enter after doing their outside chores, something many families in America today are missing with the spoiled generation, the silver-spooners with all their electronic contraptions. The first son, Shepard, speaks up, “Well, I finally got Leoma to milk the cow correctly. She no longa makes the cow scream when she yanks on the oodders. I guess she thinks it is something else, you know belongs to the young fellah down the road.” She cuts in, “Oh, you beast. Caan’t you think of anythin’ else? I ardly know im. Ee keeps achasin’ me. Pa says ee is a dolt and I believe im. Ee caan’t even pronounce me name right, can ee ma? Calls me Lemon.” “Don’t get me involved eere, young un. Besides, I thought ee was admirin’ me.” Choke, choke, by the sons trying to keep from laughing. The subject changes to something more serious.

The youngest son, Vaughan, speaks up. “All. I eard that Daly from the next bog come up amissin’. Ee was dragging the rake and it got caught on somethin’. It appears when ee went to oontangle it, ee disappeared. It looks like the bog got ungry as it does at times. Swallowed im’ whole without a shout.” The oldest son again speaks, “Aye, and that’s why I ave different plans for me future coome next few months. I ave written letters to a tannery to learn a trade. It will be useful eere at home, too. We caan shift to sheep raising, a mooch safer way to earn money for us. I ave me eye on a plot of land nearby and ave spoken with the owner who will sell it to us on credit until we can bring in enough shillings to pay for it. And, wot do ye think of that?” The father speaks up, “Why Shep, I was not aware, I did not know. I thought ye were to leave us. I am proud of ye, son. Why, I can see meself, the sheep baron of Galway.” “Oh, my.

And I would be baroness! I can see meself now, in baubles and bangles and beads.” Choke, choke, again. Chathan, the middle son now speaks up, “Why ma, you would look like a queen, Mary Queen of Scots.” The father immediately retorts, “Chat, mind ye tongue. There will be no profanity in this ouse.” “Sorry, pa. But, that was many a year back. Besides she lost er ed, she did. A fitting ending for a Scot.” “And, a good thing is wos, too. It’s too bad t’was Elizabeth that did it. She was juust as baad, she wos; shoulda lost ers, too, the cheapskate. We poor Irish suffered so mooch. But, we are a hardy people, we are.” And so as time goes on with the daily grind, one day Shepard is missing from the return home from working the bogland, hadn’t been seen since the morn. Airell addresses the tragedy, “Ma, I got sume baad news. Really baad. It appears our Shep aas given is life to the bogs.

We gaathered for lunch under the alders and ee was nowhere aroound. And so we akept aworkin and ee was not seen thereafter. I think the worst as appened.” Portia, a stoic as much as humanly possible, her first born gone, hides the tears and thinks optimistically. “Maybe pa, ee went to see that girl ees been a’courtin on and off, you know, Rufina, several miles away. Ee’ll show up tomorrow, I’ll bet me laast pot of Irish stew on that.” “Let’s ope that’s true, Ma. I know ees koinda independent, that lad. Let’s all hoodle and pray for is safety.” They recite the following: “Lord, our Lord of Mercy, Great God in heaven, we pray for our soon Sheperd’s safety and is return to us, his looving faamily, Amen.” Several months go by with no sign of Sheperd, they within their hearts knowing he is with the Lord, and the grind goes on as usual, but limited by the loss of the extra hand and debts begin to pile up.

Airell is concerned not having been in debt before, concerned about feeding his family and his pride is wavering, his self-worth diminishing. The debts are not large and their cottage is not in jeopardy, in the family for over three hundred years, just some small bills for food and living expenses to the town markets, but to him, it is large always having paid his way as a man of true character. Vaughan, the little one, has actually taken over some of the burden that was Shep’s, of true Irish character, never complaining, a youngster of fortitude building the foundational cells of self-reliance and duty. He would make a great marine today. The family struggles without Shep, any optimism of his still being alive having waned long ago. Airell gathers the family after a long day, the next day to be one of rejoicing for the Irish, St. Paddy’s day, the day their patron Saint, Patrick who came upon the Irish shores in the year 432 as a missionary for the Catholic church who had previously been sold into slavery in Ireland for six years, even while of noble birth, a relative of St. Martin of Tours.

While in slavery he found the love of God and escaped to France, received instructions from St. Martin, returning in 432 to undertake the Irish mission by the authority of Pope Celestine to spread the Christian faith beyond the limits of the Roman Empire. He did this and is considered one of the greatest missionaries of all by converting pagan kingdoms and making Ireland a part of universal Christendom refusing to take any personal credit for his success attributing it to Divine Grace. Airell and his family respected the day of the Lord, Sunday, and never did they work on that day. Tomorrow would the culmination for them of the year’s work, they having to walk the ten miles to the village where the festivities were to take place in honor of Saint Patrick. This day, however, was special to them, for they had lost a son to the bog and they would join others who had suffered the same fate, other families who they saw usually only twice a year, now and during the Christmas season when they shut down all bogging activities for one week. “Tomorrow, me looved ones, we shall pay tribute to our Saint as well as to our belooved Shep. May is soul always rest in peace.

I knew ee’s alookin’ down on us with radiance. Ee woos a credit to maankind, ee woos and I knew ee as a graand place oop there.” “Indeed ee wos, as you are me looving oosbaand.” “Ah, yee’re paatronizing me, are ye not, me fine lady. I’ll give ye a special prize tonight for thaat, I will.” “Tis’ not my birthday. We caan do without the prizes til’ then, me loove.” Bored with the interchange between his parents, Chathan, says, “I caan’t wait. I loove to play the games at the fair, I do. Why, laast year I woon that gift, a stoofed moonkie, I did. Maybe this year it will be a cage to put im in.” The daughter, Leoma, chides in, “Why Chattey, they doon’t put stoofed moonkies in cages, you fool. Only live woons.” “Well, Lemon, I’ll be the first. So, there.” “Oooh, Ma.

Ee called me lemon, ee did.” “You leave me out of yoor transgressions, little oones.” “Wots a trans.. uh.. transwhat was it, ma?”, Chathan asks. “You dodo, Chatty. It’s that thing on those new fangled machines I saw when in toon last,” Leoma replies. “Oh. But that doosn’t make any sense. I doon’t ave one of thoose,” says Chathan. Little Vaughan having been proccupied with his dreams of tomorrow at the fair, says, “Ma? Caan I ave sum ice cream tomorra, can I?” “I doon’t see why not, little one. Yoove earned it for certain, aworkin’ in the bogs on Saturday and aafta school and doin’ yoor chores around ere as a little maan.

Why, you caan ave two ice creams, me soon.” Airell, having been silent in his thoughts thinking about Shep, a thought that is forever with him, wraps it up for the evening, “Well, faamily, it is toime to retoire so we shaall be fresh in the mornin’ for that walk.” A fair in Ireland in those days is nothing like one of today in America. No shootings, perhaps a few fistfights with a few manly bruises – you know what good Irish whiskey can do to the brain – , no knifings, a fun day for all, everyone Irish, not a hodgepodge of nationalities and races attempting, if that, to get along in some reasonably civil manner. No, they were all Irish and all proud in the same way, oh, except for the protestants. But, they were tolerated because, after all, they were Irish, too. The village was not large, lying beneath the South Ireland Moraine in the older Drift, ancient with the usual cathedral, so large for such a small town, such a fine example of medieval gothic architecture.

It reminds me of my own hometown, Fairhaven, Massachusetts with its numerous edifices worthy of a much larger metropolis, all built by Henry “Hell Hound” Huddleston Rogers of Standard Oil, our benefactor who was raised in the town, considered by Mark Twain as his best friend. He became a wildcatter in the Western Pennsylvania fields – hence, the name Pennzoil, invented the oil pipeline as well as a method to separate the components in oil. Our Unitarian church is modeled after a Tudor style church in England on a smaller scale, but an exact duplicate in every way; the Fairhaven High School from which I graduated is another great castle-like building of granite, oak and stained glass windows at one time one of the highest rated schools in America, many BU graduates as teachers, some from Harvard and Yale and other Ivy League colleges. Mr. Rogers saw to that. But, back to the Irish village, one that defies anything in America because of its medieval pedigree. The village old built on the “row plan” in Kerry on the Southwestern coast warmed to some degree by the Gulf Stream has been described by A.A.

Milne in the following poem: 1Between the woods on folded lands An accidental village stands, Untidily, and with an air Of wondering who left it there, Four square upon a little hill The Norman church is Norman still; And on the winding road below, The aging houses come and go, Grey faced and wrinkled, in a long Indented row. (from The Norman Church, Finn 1961: 117) Ah yes, the village of old, so warm, yet so cold, at times personless, or so it appears in pictures, vacant streets as if a victim of On The Beach, nuclear fallout, not like Broadway or the Champs, or one of the main avenues in any large city in China, no, very lonely and damp, enough to chill the bones, but, not this day, the day of the festival, the celebration of St. Patrick, and of Shep, Airell and Portia’s first born who is with the Lord. Or, is he? So far in between are such festivities for this family that they reap ultimate enjoyment from it, not like today when each day for some is borderline festival, the demarcation very thin.

So many today have so much, of course while so many others do not, borderline nothingness, not a pot to do you know what in. Should anyone care? Well, I guess that is determined by empathy of which so many are devoid of, you know, the Wall Street gang, the rippers as in Jack the Ripper, not actually, but with as much pain. But, I won’t go there now and spoil the fun of this festival for this family is having the day of their lives celebrating Christianity and the Saint that turned the Irish royals away from Paganism to Jesus. And then, they walk the ten miles home not even knowing they are doing so in such elation over the celebration and the thoughts of Shep looking down on them from heaven. Or, is he? The next day, Monday, after a great day, but no cage for Vaughan, it is time to go to work. The little family exits the little cottage, close to the sea, their feelings somewhere between remorse for their lost family member and a heightened sacredness of bliss following the day of St. Patrick. While working the bogs, in the distance is seen a horseman. Now that is something different.

The family has not ever had a horse and it is not a typical sight in these parts, a luxury way beyond their means. Behind the horseman is a huge white mass moving slowly. As the mass gets closer, their outlines resemble something fluffy, really fluffy for it is over a thousand fluffy sheep. Airell recognizes the horseman immediately. It is Sheperd, Shep his missing son, gone so long. He is aghast and yells out to the others, “It’s Shep, it’s Shep, Oh, me God our prayers ave been aanswered. I knew they would. Shep, Shep what ave ye there, me son? Where ave ye been, laad ?” Shep approaches and dismounts. “Alas, me father, I ave come to save us from this valiant but somewhat impoverished way of living. We are now sheepherders of the highest order. We will be moving to higher ground, with your approval, father, to a new cottage in the vaalley of God which I have purchased in your name, my noble father.” MORAL: never give up hope and always strive for betterment.

The origin and meaning of the characters names from the Dictionary of Given Names : Airell: a freeman (Celtic) Portia: a harbor, safety (Latin) Sheperd: one who tends sheep (Teutonic); variant of Sheppard Leoma: a gleam of light (Anglo-saxon) Chatham: a child of the manor (Old English) Vaughan: little (Celtic) March 30, 2013 at 5:16 pm Okay. Sydney Warburton, Jr.? I feel I have to say something here in response to your “letter” of reply to this article. Two things. First, I found it interesting you felt the need to mention you were in UCI’s Langson Library. Out of curiosity, how did that have any relevance to or bearing on the article about choosing character names? Or…was it merely a none-too-subtle way to just name-drop that into your “letter”? And second…I have to say, you have a great deal of audacity using a Writer’s Digest comment board as a place to post/publish one of your own short stories. Really? Are you just that desperate to get published?

I admit I am inclined to write long posts myself from time to time. I have never once even considered using a comment board to publish one of my own stories. Because I think it would be egregiously self-serving and egotistical to even allow the thought to cross my mind. The epitome of conceit. And, frankly? It’s pretty tacky of you. I’m sure in your mind you justified it because it was sort of on-topic about character names, since you “cleverly” added your list of character names and what they mean to sort of tie your short story in. But, seriously? You could have done that without blatantly using this forum to publish your short story. Sorry. Personally? I find it not at all clever. Just really quite tacky annoying and as I said, audacious of you. And intrusive, while I’m at at. I’m still scratching my head in rather stunned disbelief. And not because I’m mad you thought of it first. Just honestly can’t believe you did it at all. I feel it’s rather inappropriate, not that you asked my opinion. I hope the forum moderator will consider quietly taking it down. I feel it’s just really bad form.

If you’ve ever read Writer’s Digest or any of it’s newsletters, as I have, I am quite certain I have never seen any article saying hey, here’s a thought: one really good place to publish your own short stories is disguised as a comment letter in a comment forum on their website. I think it’s rather nervy and disrespectful that you did it. Maybe I wouldn’t have minded so much if the story you foisted upon us wasn’t such a hackneyed, over-written schlockfest. I don’t know if by mentioning that you were at that UCI library you were also none-too-subtly bragging that you are enrolled in UCI’s very well-known and much-vaunted Writing school? But, if you were or are? I really wonder what your professors would say about publishing a short story disguised (and very poorly disguised, at that) as a letter to the editor of a writing magazine. And if that short story is just one example of something you’ve written while enrolled in UCI’s writing program? Not a particularly effective advertisement for the program. Sorry to be so brutally honest. You had the nerve to publish it the way you did. Afraid you have to take the critiques that come with that decision.

August 30, 2012 at 1:09 pm HuffmanHanni, I agree with you about readers wanting names they can pronounce. Personally, I find other cultures, languages, and names fascinating, but sometimes they can distract from the story if they’re difficult to pronounce. If you’re writing fiction, you could probably get away with tweaking the spelling of the more difficult names. I recently read a novel that featured many Welsh characters with very Welsh names. 🙂 The names added to the credibility of the setting and the story, but there were many times that I had to set the book down and look up the pronunciation of a name. It really took away from the flow of the story. I would say that anglicizing the names may be a good idea. They’ll still lend credibility to the setting, but they won’t distract from the story. Good luck! August 30, 2012 at 1:06 am One thing I wonder about is if it could be considered offensive to anglicize a name that looks harsh?

For example, I’m doing research about medieval Wales and honestly, looking at Welsh names, they look impossible to pronounce and Word is having a field day with all the red squiggly lines dripping off the screen. Shakespeare had anglicized the name of one historical person from Wales in the time period I’m looking at in Henry IV. I don’t want to completely butcher a culture or country’s language but I think as a reader, I want to see something I could actually pronounce. I don’t want to give everyone English names, although several people I’ve read about who lived in Wales did have English names, because that feels like I’d be lessening the point of my story. October 17, 2014 at 2:51 pm I can understand your concern about anglicizing names- there are certainly circumstances in which it would be offensive. I think Maggie Stiefvater handled the Welsh name issue very gracefully in her Raven Cycle books. The first time she mentioned the Owain Glyndŵr, she used that proper (and tricky-to-read) Welsh name.

The character speaking then said something along the lines of, “Over time, the name got twisted and simplified into Owen Glendower.” For the remained of the books, he was referred to as Glendower. It was a lot easier on the reader’s eyes, and because she acknowledged the original name and the anglicization, it wasn’t at all offensive. Maybe you could try a technique like that? August 29, 2012 at 11:02 am Great article Brian! Although the majority of the time my charaters’ names just “pop into my head” that doesn’t necessarily mean they’re going to work, so, after writing the first draft, I always check the accuracy of the names. Sound, as you said and annieb echoed, is incredibly important. Even more important, to me, is the meaning of the name. I use the Social Security Adminstration site as annieb does, and another great place is NameBerry . Not only do they tell you the origin and meaning of names, but they also have great lists of “types” of names. Gracious, I didn’t mean to go on and on! Obviously you’ve kindled a great conversation here Brian. Thanks!

August 29, 2012 at 10:55 am Great article. I’m currently working on a story where no character has a name just yet. Instead so as not to interrupt the flow of my writing until I develop names, I call them what they are: “Squire runs to help Sorceress up to her feet, while Ranger knocks another arrow.” I will do a simple find and replace to fix the names when they come to me. The name needs to be memorable, something that flows off the tongue so when it’s spoken it’s not forgotten. I also try to avoid picking names that may look cool on paper, but are just silly and embarrassing to say. Odds are if you pronounce it several different ways, readers will be just as confused. A reader shouldn’t be focused on pronouncing the name right, it should read smoothly. Exotic names are nice, but they can be ridiculous of the writer gets carried away with the number of syllables used.

August 30, 2012 at 8:16 pm If it’s true that the “worst to worst” original meaning in 1596 was that the “phrase describes the worst thing in theory turning into the worst thing in actuality” then consider that it takes an explanation for a 400+ year phrase for it to make sense today, and is it worth being right at the expense of being perceived as wrong? I heartily disagree with the other explanation that over time words and phrases lose their meaning and improper use becomes common and thus ultimately proper. For common sense perception, I would advise always use “worse to worst.” The very structure of the phrase indicates a progression. Bad, Worse, Worst. Here we can clearly see the progression from worse to worst and I think that’s the most intuitive understanding most readers will have. In my experience, those who say “if worst comes to worst” are also the same people who say things like, “I never liked him from the gecko,” “I would never take you for granite,” (Thanks?) and “I could care less” which drives me insane. This are usually spoken by people who don’t read.

They hear other people say things, they misunderstand what was said and then they incorporate the new phrase into their vocabulary. The only thing worse is when someone doesn’t just misspeak a phrase, but completely doesn’t know what they are saying like when I heard a person testify in court (under oath) that they were “literally walking on eggshells” around a person that made them nervous. My favorite misspoken phrase came from my nephew who bragged to me one day that he had eaten “Flaming Yon” the night before. Anyway, it’s up to you. Be right with a 400 year old justification, or go with common sense and a good idea of what the reader will think. August 28, 2012 at 6:29 pm A nice reminder to do your homework. Of all the listed “rules,” I think sound is the most important. That really covers it all. It has to SOUND memorable and appropriate. For the villain of my story, a short, stocky, no-neck of a guy, I wanted the growling sound of a bear, without being too obvious about it.

So I considered names like “Grimm” (too heavy-handed) and “Grigsby.” Grrrrr. City directories are also an excellent source of era-appropriate names. For names that sounded uniquely Southern, the setting of my story, I looked at lists of governors from Southern states. If they were popular enough to get elected, that suggested that their name was memorable. (I took a first name from here and a last name from there, never using a single governor’s full name.) And for slaves, who abound in my story, I looked everywhere: slave testimonies, classified ads for runaways, slave narratives, newspapers, and so on. An Internet search of African names turned up some wonderful finds. Another consideration, too, is who gets linked with whom. If Jim and Jane fall in love, for example, one of them just has to change their first name. More often than not a one-syllable name fits more appropriately with a multi-syllable one. Same for a first and last name. “Jim Smith” — and I actually know a Jim Smith — just sounds boring. “Winston Smythe” might work better. Or “Jim Higginbottam” (or -bottham).

Place names can work, too. Not maybe Cedar Rapids, but Cleveland or Tallmadge or Aberdeen. Just pull out an atlas and browse away. The great thing is that when you come up with the right name, you’ll know it. You’ll SEE the person. Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas / Characters - TV Tropes Brought Down to Normal : At the end. Badass Decay : In addition to being so injured that he was demoted from Sainthood. Early on, he was quite useful enough that he not only saved Tenma's life, he actually had a superior kill count to most Saints including those from the original manga. However stronger enemies and increasing injuries eventually decayed his performance in battle and later caused such strain he had to hand down the Unicorn Sainthood to someone else. Break the Cutie : In the Forest of the Dead, when tricked into believing that Tenma and Yuzuriha were killed. Roaring Rampage of Revenge : And this is where we first truly see that he really loves them, as he goes beyond his own limits to "avenge" them. Doubles as a Crowning Moment of Awesome and Heartwarming .

Catch Phrase : "The great Yato..." Determinator : Even though he knows his own limitations, he won't give up until the very end. Dying Moment of Awesome : Before turning into stone, he spends his last seconds preventing Tenma from falling into the same trap. Expy : Of Jabu. Ascended Extra : To one of the main characters. I Just Want to Be Special : As a kid, when he used to dream of being a "hero". Jumped at the Call : When his older sister falls ill and he tries to take her to town to see a medic, they're attack by a Specter, and kid Yato tries to fight him despite being a child with zero experience! Big Damn Hero Scorpio Kardia shows up to save the day and (after the older sister is cured) takes Yato with him to the Sanctuary to become a Saint, something the young boy seems very eager about. Jerk with a Heart of Gold : Every little bit. Had he not been there for Tenma, Hades would not have been defeated. The Lancer : He's basically Tenma's right hand Evil Twin Expy : Of Saga.Role-wise, and appearance-wise. Personality-wise,they are complete opposite.

Here's a tip: Finding a scene where Aspros is talking about himself, and himself ONLY is much easier than a scene where Saga cried, and that pretty much happens in ALL spin-offs featuring the original Gold Saints. As you can see, that's really says something. Fusion Dance It's All About Me : He doesn't care if people will die if their get in his way, if fighting in his full power would kill people around him, all that matters is himself. Even when the deceased Gold Saints retured and say their reason to help, he just said that his reason is himself. Did You Just Punch Out Cthulhu? : Defeats Thanatos, who's just a step down from Hades in terms of power. Dynamic Entry : "I'm sorry, queeny, but your dolls are going back to the Underworld now!" How he meets up with Thanatos and Hypnos. Expy : Of Deathmask, but only in appearance. Deathmask is an abhorrent Serial Killer while Manigoldo wants to save everyone from dying needlessly. Evil Counterpart : To Tenma, although he isn't really evil .

Both are young men raised in Italy who lost their families very early on, faced a difficult life, were recruited by Gold Saints, brought into the Sanctuary to train and ultimately became talented Saints themselves. Lampshaded by Athena and Pope Sage. Fastball Special : Throws Yato at Veronica so he uses Unicorn Gallop on him to test if he's really immortal. Yato is displeased. Four Is Death : Fourth zodiacal sign, represented by a guy who sees spirits and whose power is deeply related to death and the supernatural. I See Dead People : Since a young age. Italy : Country of origin. Meaningful Name : Means "Rascal" or "Rogue". Jerk with a Heart of Gold : Loves fighting and is an ass to the main heroes, but he still protects Athena and is a much better person than his successor. Mega Manning and Awesomeness by Analysis : Nothing escapes him. Once he sees an attack, he's able to fully understand how it works and proceed to perform it better than its original user. Child Prodigy : Discovered to be one during early trainings. Kid Hero : The same age as Tenma and Yato, i.e. significantly younger than the other Gold Saints.

Cute Little Fangs : As a little child. Death by Flashback : He dissipates into thin air as he sees his father and Sisyphus meet. Go Out with a Smile / Let Them Die Happy : Rhadamanthys Faking the Dead so Regulus could die happy as he vanished. Regulus did, however, kill the godly part of Rhadamanthys and left him almost dead entirely, as stated by Alone. Expy : Of Aiolia. In more strict terms, he'd be Aiolia's son after he died Hellish Pupils : One of the good alignment examples. Meaningful Name : Regulus is the brightest star in the Leo constellation. Nice Guy : Easily one of the nicest Gold Saints. Perpetual Smiler : Most of the time. Stepford Smiler : To some extent. Type A. Rapid-Fire Fisticuffs : His signature offensive consists on a storm of punches delivered so fast they look like beams of light. Expy : Of Aiolos. Eye Scream : He irreversibly damages his own eyes to battle Aiacos. Good Wings, Evil Wings : As the Sagittarius Saint, he has golden feathered wings.

When he almost turns into a Specter, they turn black. He Knows Too Much : One of the reasons why Hypnos and the Dream Gods want to hold him in Morphea. He dug around a lot of intel on the Twin Gods, and Hades' forces obviously don't want him to be able to use it. Handicapped Badass : He's still perfectly capable of kicking Specter ass after going blind. Hoist by His Own Petard : Alone shoots his own arrow back at him, causing his coma. It's All My Fault : Thinks it was him who caused the Holy War by taking away Athena from Hades' side. Meaningful Name : Sisyphus was a king punished by the Gods for his arrogance: they made him roll a boulder up a hill to redeem himself, but before the boulder got to the top, it would always roll back down, no matter how many times he tried. Nice Job Breaking It, Hero! : Took Sasha away from Tenma and Alone, thus messing up Athena's reincarnation gambit that had a high chance of stopping the Holy War from happening at least for one generation. Though Athena DOES clarify afterwards that her very birth IS an omen of the Holy War.

Power Fist : Although he does have a named technique , his most effective attack to date is an unnamed Cosmo-infused Power Fist . Combination Attack : With Sisyphus. Cynicism Catalyst : El Cid was never a happy-go-lucky man, but the misfortunes suffered by his close friends ï¿½ the accident that rendered Felser's arm useless and the death of Mine, after a long struggle against tuberculosis ï¿½ turned him downright sour. Determinator Did You Just Punch Out Cthulhu? : He kills three of the Gods of Dreams, two of them completely on his own. Hoist by His Own Petard : He loses his right hand after his signature attack is reflected towards him. Expy : Of Shura. Handicapped Badass : Lost his right hand and part of his right arm, suffers of blood loss and shock, but still manages to defeat the dream gods. Major Injury Underreaction : Not a single ouch when his arm is cut off. Icelus taunts him about this, to no avail. Named After Somebody Famous : After Rodrigo Díaz de Vivar or El Cid Campeador, the famous Spanish soldier and General who fought against the Moors.

Taking the Bullet : He is killed by Oneiros's self-destruction while pushing the dream god away so the explosion couldn't reach and kill Tenma as Oneiros intended. Signature Move : Excalibur, which goes unnamed until he deems it perfect just before his death. Combat Tentacles : The vines in his Surplice act this way. Gender-Blender Name : Yes, a male named Queen. Mercy Kill : He claims to have killed his partner Gordon so he wouldn't have to live with the humiliation of having been defeated and rendered powerless. The Nose Knows : He's able to smell blood to the point of distinguishing the particular odor of each person's blood. That's how he discovers that Dohko is hiding a vial with Athena's blood, and that the Gold Saint himself was infused with the divine blood. Off with His Head! : His preferred method of killing. He does this to countless soldiers in the Sanctuary and attempts to finish Dohko this way. Also the way he kills Minotaur Gordon. Razor Wind : His signature move seems to consist on this. Boobs of Steel From Nobody to Nightmare : It's implied that she made her start as an unimportant soldier and steadily made her way to the top .

That's why she despises Regulus, whom she sees as "special from the start, effortlessly". Love Makes You Evil : She fights for Aiacos because she loves him. They both have to be utterly destroyed in battle for him to find out. Overwhelming Exception : Yes, Aiacos' troops follow him out of fear and awe, but Violate does because she loves him. People Puppets : Her corpse is briefly manipulated by Hades to try to execute Aiacos. It doesn't work, because she somehow stops herself. Samus Is a Girl : Introduced as a tough and brutal Specter way before being revealed to be a female. The Power of Blood : Athena's blood may have even more uses than dragon blood . The Power of Friendship : Her speech after Tenma finds out that Youma is his father and had been a part of his plan before he was born. It is the Golden Moment of that part. The Power of Love : The flower leashes she made are imbued with this. Strong enough to keep Tenma's soul alive and allow him to be rescued from the Underworld and to prevent Hades from taking over Alone's body until its effect fades after it's destroyed.

Woman in White The Woman Wearing the Queenly Mask : Invoked. At the eve of arriving to the Lost Canvas, Tenma tells Yato that he now has to keep some distance from Athena because she's there to lead her army. Yato tells him that this isn't going to work for him because she is Sasha first and foremost and "Athena" second, and as such, she'll always want Tenma at her side. Evil Is Petty : Hypnos and Thanatos wipe out Athena's remaining army in the previous Holy War just because Athena utterly defeated Hades. Hypnos correctly points out that Thanatos would be the bringer of his own downfall for not taking humans seriously. Humans Are Morons and Puny Humans : His philosophy of life is underestimating humans in general. Hypnos calls him on this, but to no avail. He should have listened. Person of Mass Destruction : Hypnos and Thanatos wiped out the entirety of Athena's army when the last Holy War ended, as an act of retaliation for Hades's defeat. Sage and Hakurei were the only survivors . Dude Looks Like a Lady : The very first thing anyone says about him is, "What the...?

You look like a girl!" Dull Eyes of Unhappiness : Subverted. Alone's eyes are quite vivid, but full of soulcrushing, heartbreaking sadness. What Beautiful Eyes! : Has the most vivid eyes amongst all characters in the series. Expy : Arguably, of Shun. Fluffy the Terrible : His little dog can turn into Cerberus. Heroic Sacrifice : Alongside Tenma and Sasha, to banish Hades back into the Underworld and keep him trapped there. Insane Troll Logic : Why he decided to kill everyone. You only suffer if you're alive, if you're dead then you will not suffer anymore, therefore death is salvation from suffering.

Question: What was the character name of TV's 'The Saint'?
Answer: SIMON TEMPLAR