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When Characters Surprise and Defy

I went to the Star Wars Identities exhibition yesterday, then kicked back with a beer as hubby fired up his brand new Star Wars Kinect game. Yeah, it was a Star Wars kind of day, which is to be expected around here when it's hubby's birthday. The Star Wars geekism is strong in this one. Well, it is in me too, but it wasn't my birthday to celebrate that fact so, y'know. Anyway, with both incidents, something weird happened.
Neither of our 'characters' turned out the way we either planned or expected them to be.
I would have thought when playing a game as awesome as Star Wars that you could at least choose what character will represent you in the game. After all, if you're going to be Jedi-ing around the living room, Force-throwing rocks and light-sabering enemies to bits, it would be cool to craft a representative that's, well, representative of you. Alas, that seemed not to be the case, at least not this time around. Maybe he just hadn't figured out the nuances of the interface, but Norman ended up with a Padawan whose appearance was about as opposite of him as one could get: tall, black, and female. Not that it matters in game land, but it was just weird to watch a POV character that didn't look anything like him.
The man I'll never be.A similar thing happened to me at the Star Wars Identities exhibition. Here you get a wristband that lets you interact with the show, where along the way you choose a species, skin color, name, home world, experiences, and take a ten-question personality test. In the end you get to see a visual representation of your creation, and can even have the verbal profile emailed to you. Imagine my surprise when I swiped my wristband over the sensor and waited to view my personal Star Wars character, only to be confronted by this guy. --->


Twileks rule, Hutts drool.Clearly there was an issue with the kiosk where I entered my character's vital statistics, as that's definitely not what I chose. I was quite disappointed, to be honest. Fortunately, someone who's also a musician with a penchant for Lethen Twileks was there, and when her image appeared on the wall, I took a photo.
 <--- This is the woman I was expecting to see, and I consoled myself with the fact that at least she didn't remain a mystery.
Anyway, these incidents got me thinking about something that's happened during the writing of my second draft Fate's Apology. My main protagonist is turning out to be a completely different character than she was the first time around. Why has that happened? I have no idea. I only know that she refuses to stay in the box I tried to put her in, where she could have uncanny insight, special powers, and an ability to, despite her lowly station in life, be more, see more and know more than anyone else around her what is really going on in the galaxy. She is not turning out to be the character I thought I was creating.
At first, it was frustrating. If she cannot be this superior awesome creature, that means scrapping a great many scenes altogether, as well as part of the overall plot. Wringing my hands in frustration, I begged, pleaded and cajoled, but still she defied me. So I conceded and began writing her the way she wants to be. Oh, she's still an exceptional person, but now she must overcome her conflicts without any help from super-human, err, Tendaran abilities.
And I've discovered that that's okay, because you know what? She's more interesting now. And a lot more fun, because this way it's more of a challenge to have her do the things I need her to do. In the end, I think that's going to make for a much better story. So I'm letting her out of the box and dealing with both her snippy attitude and her desire not to be made a fuss of. I hope she'll repay me with an ability to engage the reader on a more personal level, and still be able to gain the upper hand on the conflicts I've laid out for her.
Have you ever had a character take a left turn and zip off into uncharted territory, leaving you wondering how you were now going to write these great scenes you had in store for them? How did you deal with it?