Character Interview, Writing exercise

Interview with Victor

The lovely and wonderful mod over at the Kiss and Tell group on Goodreads asked if she could interview Victor. I mean, come on, who doesn’t want to spend a little time with that flirtatious, sarcastic, sometimes aggravating man? For your reading pleasure, and with the permission of Rachel, I’m posting it here.


The car service drops me off in front of the Coterie headquarters within the financial district of Toronto, Ontario. Veronica Del Rosa, the author, explained this is where Victor works as a Mage Demon Enforcer. After making it through security I take the elevator up to the 21st floor where I’m directed to a large meeting room with rows of chairs, and the only other person in the room is another man who looks faintly bored, although his gaze doesn’t waver.

With short dirty-blond hair, hazel eyes, chiseled jaw, and light stubble, Victor strides toward me in a long black overcoat over a black t-shirt and black cargo pants. My eyes narrow as I notice his pants have a mind-boggling amount of pockets.

“Why hello there,” he approaches to greet me. “I didn’t realize they’d send me such a pretty lady to interview me.”

I tilt my head down to hide a sudden blush, yet find myself strangely comforted by his presence…

“And how are you doing on such a fine day?” he asks.

“Quite well actually,” I say, taking a deep breath. I exhale a contented sigh before I continue. “Thank you so much for meeting me today. It’s really great to finally meet you.”

“I’m very pleased to meet you, too.”

Drawn to him and feeling a bit fuzzy, I lean in rather close to extend my hand.

“I’d offer to shake your hand, but I’m a bit of a . . . germaphobe,” he explains, backing away slightly. “Oh and don’t mind my partner over there. He’s here to make sure nothing untoward occurs. Safety sake and all that.”

“Oh, um . . . Of course. My apologies.” He gestures that I sit across the table from him, and my head clears as I pull out the plush office chair to take a seat.

“So, just out of curiosity,” I begin, “what kind of weapons are standard issue for a Mage Demon Enforcer?”

“You wanna see my weapons?” Victor leans back and gives me a lopsided grin. “Why darling, you’re looking at my weapons. It’s all me. I can either charm you or irritate the hell out of you, but you’ll never be unaffected.”

I raise a brow and swallow an inappropriate comeback. Best to keep this professional, being that I’m outnumbered and most definitely outgunned in here.

“What is your occupation, officially?”

“Mage Demon Enforcer extraordinaire, second to none. I hunt demons who’ve either slipped their summoning leash, so to speak, or who engage in illegal activities while on Earth.”

“Fascinating. Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?”

“Who set you up for this? Why would you want to know something like that? Is Keeper behind all this?” Victor scans the room. Once satisfied, he continues. “No, I don’t have any physical weaknesses. In fact, I’m in perfect shape. Would you like to see?” he asks with a suggestive wiggle of his brows. “On second thought, I don’t think your heart could handle such perfection. Maybe we should just carry on.”

“Well aren’t you rather self-assured?” I scribble something in my notepad and press on, ignoring the soft chuckle coming from the other man in the room. “What do you have in your pockets?”

“Oh, now this will be fun. Have you ever seen inside a mage’s pockets?”

“Not to my knowledge . . .”

“No? Well then, you’re in for a treat!”

Intrigued, I sit up to watch him. Victor rubs his hands together in glee before pulling out several plastic bags. “We have bat wings, powdered granite, eyelashes, bits of lint… Don’t look at me like that. Spell components are important in my line of work. And now we’re on to the next pocket which has . . . okay, fine, I’m done.”

I frown and move on; the contents of that last pocket certainly piqued my interest.

“Would you rather be a jack of many trades or a master of one?”

“I am a master of one. Demon hunting. You won’t find a better one than me. And no, that’s not arrogance speaking, just the full unvarnished truth,” he explains and the other man snickers. “Quiet, Jackson, or next time you’re bait for the demon and not me. Don’t mind him, he’s a little jealous that I get all the attention.”

I recall the sudden and inexplicable pull toward him and decide he’s probably right.

“Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?”

“The Enforcer Academy. We all go there to train in magic and other things. Mainly magic. As for being awesome, that I come by naturally. I spent twenty years as a junior Enforcer, then ten years as a senior Enforcer. I applied for the Mage Demon division and was accepted. That was about oh, a hundred years, give or take.”

Jackson speaks up and mutters, “Try 150 years . . .”

Victor sighs. Again with the jealousy. It pains him that I have so many years of expertise on him. He’ll never catch up to me.”

I let out a quiet sigh and make a few notes. “If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities.”

“As a mage, I knew I’d eventually have magic at my beck and call, however, my magic didn’t unlock until I was 17. A little on the older side, but you can’t rush perfection, right?”

Despite myself, I giggle quietly.

“No you cannot.” Shaking my head in an attempt to refocus, I review my list for the next question. “How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?”

“Oh darling, have you met us Enforcers before? We all hide our thoughts and feelings. If not, ka-boom! Enforcers have a tendency to overload on magical energy if we don’t control our emotions, so yeah, we hide our feelings.”

“Oh my, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind! Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?”

“Well, bugger it all,” Victor grumbles. “Don’t let this get back to him, but Keep is my go-to person when things hit the fan. His full title is Keeper of All Knowledge and that isn’t something the Coterie just hand out. The amount of information stored in his head is staggering. He’s also an arrogant know-it-all who likes to dole out his secrets, so…” his voice trails off and he shrugs. “I make sure I really need his help when I come begging.”

“The ‘Keeper of All Knowledge’, huh? Wouldn’t mind meeting him . . . Do you care what others think of you?”

He barks out a laugh. “Not even in the slightest. In fact, I go out of my way to piss off most people. It’s fun to see others all riled up, and it’s amazing what’s said in the heat of the moment.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” I ask, mostly to myself. “Alright then, last question. Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?”

“My family, and I don’t mean just by blood. Isabella, Jackson, Lilith, she’s my big sister, Sylvia, hell, even Keep. I consider them mine to protect. I would do anything to keep them safe. For Isabella, I gave myself up to a nasty demon who liked sharp toys. Jackson, well, my career would be on the line if we talked about that incident. Yeah, I protect those close to my heart.”

“Well Victor, I must say I can’t fault you for that. And thank you again for taking this meeting.”

“Well, darling, it was certainly nice meeting you. If you ever need another interview, just let me know.” Victor winks and gives another lopsided grin. “Jackson will escort you from the building. Just remember, no breaking into the Coterie building to come visit me after hours. Security frowns upon that.”