The main character of my first successful NaNo attempt, a 90,000 word monstrosity that I wrote in 11th grade, when I had that kind of time on my hands. (I participated the previous year, but didn’t even find out about it until partway through the month, and so failed rather epically.) It was the sort of story you write when you’re 16 and spend most of your free time watching anime, but I still have a weird affection for my poor, deformed book-child. Cole was a friendless, dorky sort of kid who desperately needed some less-stupid glasses.