Character Analysis

Andrew Tanjuakio 

13 May 2015

Writing in Role: The Narrator's Diary

      It is Saturday evening and it has been nearly a week since I have written, which is ironic

considering it is my profession. The world has changed since my last entry, and not for the better.

Frankly, I am lucky to be alive. I arrived back in Woking an hour ago to return my landlord's cart

and horse. Sadly, neither my landlord or the horse survived. A part of me also felt the need to see

war, the need to see the Martians defeated. At times, my curiosity and interest of the Martians

overtake my fear of them. Half of me wants to know everything about them; why they are here, how

they lived back on Mars. The other half wants to survive. I want to see my wife again. I regret my

decision to leave Leatherhead. I should have stayed with her there and keep her safe.

      I allowed a soldier to keep safe in my home. I was in his position earlier today, and from the look

in his eyes and the tone of his voice, I do not want to see what he has seen. He described the aroma

of burnt meat, and I do not want to imagine what that meat was. It is clear that Woking will not be

safe for long. All I know is that I need to reach my wife in Leatherhead before the Martians do, and

from the sight of my window, I may be running out of time.





Jan Carlo Dela Cruz

13 May 2015

Writing in Role

(Written By Narrator)

Dear Brother, 

        It has been a long time since we had been together, and I don't think it will be a while till we do. 

I hope this invasion of the Martians will be over soon and we can reunite as old times. My desire and

goals will help me get over this invasion. I am not in fear of these Martians. Although these Martians 

have all this power and strength, I have hope that humanity can overcome this insane event. We will 

create methods, procedures, and techniques to beat this. I have been through

many tough scenarios thus far, but I am strong, courageous, and confident and I know I will be able 

to withstand all of my feelings. I want to learn more about these creatures, why they came here, and 

what they need. If it was something humanity had to do or any other reason. We also need to 

create scientific procedures to understand the way these tripods work to put an end to this serious 

and shocking tragedy.

(Written By Narrator's Brother)

Dear Brother,

     I have just witnessed the sight of these tremendous Martians. "I stood more amazed than terrified, 

watching this Titan advancing deliberately towards the shipping, wading farther and farther into the 

water as the coast fell away." (Wells 87) You were right about these Martians. They are 

unbelievable. I am continuing to research or gather as much information as I possibly can to have a 

better understanding about these Martians. As I was making my way to Colchester to evacuate 

London, all the ships encountered two Martians with their enormous tripods. They were heading 

towards us and I had a confident feeling it wouldn't  be my last. I was correct, a large ship named 

"Thunder Child" helped destroy the tripods and clear them to help us get free from danger. This was 

a very memorable moment and I can't believe I am still here standing tall. I can't wait to see you 

again...

Joshua Parayno
May 14 2015                                        Character Analysis

1.      The Narrarator – Writing in role

Dear diary, life has been pretty rough since the Martian invasion, and I don’t know what the world will do to get out of this. I feel as if I’m becoming more observant lately. I’m noticing that I vividly remember all of the scenery and events, and am able to record them into books I am writing about the invasion. I guess that’s a good thing. I have faith that humanity can get out of this. I’m learning from mistakes and taking more advice from others, and it’s become a great help in my survival. I just hope the other humans can do the same, and not be so closed minded, and stubborn. Though the curate has helped me, he’s becoming annoying, not working with me, and I don’t know if I’d rather survive the Martian invasion, or him! I’m confident that I can survive... I’m definitely smarter than the average humans, and have been studying scientific theories and evolution... Hopefully this knowledge can help me during this time? As well as the Martians, though extremely intelligent, may not know some of the things I am knowledgeable on. Yes, the Martians are extremely powerful in all aspects; I believe they underestimate our species… I hope to live to tell the tale...

2.     

    Martians: - Writing in role

            I have quite quickly picked up the English language that these puny humans use. It’s been a while since we arrived at the planet Earth, and the Martian race is completely devastating this world. We are causing all the destruction we want, taking anything we need... devouring all of the human blood we desire.. They are fighting back but they show obvious signs of struggle and pain. Humans seem to have already been doing what we are doing to them, to themselves for a long time now. I’ve seen stories of humans killing each other, killing other inhabitants of Earth, and even eating them. Much like us… Even now during our invasion, they seem to still be attacking each other instead of uniting to fight back. I have seen this man, lying on the grass the other day. He seemed to be unconscious, suffering from a blow inflicted by another human. I investigated and tried to find the other human. I’m not sure where it went. Why? Why are they so ignorant? Whatever, better for us. They have proven that they do not deserve this planet. They deserve what we are delivering. I see dead bodies everywhere, and their belongings are enjoyable to take… Especially their food and blood! I must note, these mere humans are very charismatic. They are fighting back and have even managed to take a few of us. Does our extremely advanced technology and intelligence not threaten them? Or are they too ignorant to even understand what we are capable of. I still ponder what will happen in the days to come… hopefully it includes more bloodshed and pleasure for the Martian race. We will get world domination over planet Earth. I can’t wait to get my slobbery face into another human skull.

3.      The Curate – Writing in Role

Dear diary, I don’t know what to do anymore. I have been stuck in a house surrounded by Martians with this man for a while now, and I fear for my survival. What did we humans ever do to God? Why did he have to send down these Martians to punish us? Not only am I involved in a war between humans and Martians, but I have been getting into fights with this other man as well. He feels that we need to have some sort of discipline system… why won’t he just let me eat whatever food I want to eat? We need to survive, not develop systems… I am terrified of what the Martians are capable of. I watched them through a hole in the house. I witnessed them dragging many bodies around, I think they devoured them. What if that happens to me? What did I do to deserve this? My mind has been everywhere for a while now… and I rarely ever sleep anymore. I desperately want to leave this house… I want to be safe and survive. What is there for me to do? I feel like everyone is against me… even God. Especially this other man I am trying to survive with. We keep getting into fights and it’s growing into physical violence. If we keep this up we’ll both be dead, and I have no idea what we have done to deserve such a fate. I feel like I’m going crazy… I don’t know what to do anymore. I gotta get out of here. Hopefully God forgives me, and doesn't send his ministers after me…



Jonathan Liu
12 May 2015

Writing In Role: The Artillery Man

           I had encountered a man that I recognized when this war had started. I approached him creating an understanding that we could travel together. The man asked about my plans to survive and I told him "Under their feet. I've got it planned; I've thought it out. We men are beat. We don't know enough... You see, how I mean to live is underground." (Wells 124-126) and the man questioned my ideas, but I responded with "Those who stop obey orders, Able-bodied, clean-minded women we want also- mothers and teachers. No lackadaisical ladies." (Wells 127) because I wanted the best for the new community I had planned. I had high hopes for this idea as mankind could learn the ways of the Heat-Ray and make a comeback against the Martians. In the end, I had offered my hospitality to the man and then we had parted ways. 

Writing In Role: The Narrator

           It was the worst for me the past few days scavenging for food until I came up to a home on Putney Hill, but within that home was an artillery men I had seen from before. He had told me recent news about the Martians and other humans in the area, but it seemed hopeless for mankind, but the artillery man had a plan for mankind and I felt like we were saved. After all these ideas we had decided to part ways because I did not wish to go that path. I felt terrible for not helping mankind, "I seemed a traitor to my wife and to my kind; I was filled with remorse." (Wells 131). After I had traveled around for a bit I had found Martians dead from common bacteria and I thought "... man has bought his birthright of the earth." (Wells 136) leaving me speechless as the death of the Martians were incomprehensible. In the end, everyone was cheering and celebrating and the newspapers wrote all about it, but the strangest thing "... is it to hold my wife's hand again, and to think I have counted her, and the she has counted me, among the dead." (Wells 145) .