i started a story i promised never to finish (and i kept that promise, damnit) that began: 'All elves are whores.' that got a pretty positive response. as far as opening sentences go, that seemed to catch peoples' attention. (the elf in question indeed was a prostitute and after performing her services got murdered in the man's bed as he stepped out for a moment. you can plug in the rest of the story... were you me, i.e., you ruled.)
anyway, coincidentally, i came across this site today while researching sci-fi channel movies ('researching' is rather a loose term when it comes to sci-fi channel's original movies. used here, 'researching' amounts to slowing down to see if you can see any blood splatters caused by the train wreck's death toll):
http://www.amazingben.com/arc0138.html
by the way, don't go there if you're adverse to colourful language. however, i do have to agree with some of what the site says elsewhere in that ninjas rule. now, if you had a ninja vampyre, well, hm, i'd be torn. add some cyborg parts that dr. frankenstein had to build because the vampyre body parts he collected from the vampyre rave explosion wasn't in the best condition and/or didn't fit, and, well, that sounds like a job for elvis. in space. er, in spaaaaaaace! of course, you have to time travel back to pick elvis up before he dies, but after he's made an FBI by nixon, so you'd have to whip him into fighting shape ala a 'rocky' montage. in the end, king fu prevails of the vampjas and ninpyres. toss in a couple of samurais, 9/11 conspiracy theory analogies, naked women, and boom pow! box-office bonzo, bay-be. i'm tellin' ya, boy howdy, you betcha, etc. etc..
if, after reading said link, you still feel inspired to jam a leprechaun together with godzilla and tack on some giant dragonfly wings that drops magick dust, hey, knock yourself out, i guess. if you've got a mad scientist what makes clones for spirits/daemon/gawds/aging wives to inhabit, i'm down with that. sounds like a story (especially a sci-fi channel wannabe, but only if tara reid stars... my golly, has anyone seen how awful she looks now? serioiusly, she looks like she's been rode hard and put away wet).
besides, i suck as describing weird creatures, and i don't want to be one of those slack writers who puts in stupid characters just so they can ask, 'a jabberthrope? what's that?' i'd rather write about brooding vampyres who dress in black leather and sits on rooftops trying to cope with their beings. just kidding, i'd rather be listening to country music. JUST KIDDING! nipple-twisting with needlenose pliers is preferable to any of that.
i don't think you have to go especially out of your way to be original if you've got great characters and at least an entertaining story (as long as you're not ripping stuff off *too* blatantly).
'tweaking' characters is especially easy. just throw a bunch of attributes their way. it doesn't matter: intelligent, obese, hypchondriac, pious, cruel, has glass teeth and a wooden eye, animals tend to deficate on him while he sleeps in the woods, had fingernails replaced with talons, whatever. personality traits and quirks are easy, too. then subscribe to a dating web site which'll give you a personality profile and you can compare that with other personality profiles (answer the questions in character, obviously). hit submit and see what freakazoids would date your weirdos. hey, the internet is a great tool: it's there to abuse, so do thusly.
oh, yeah, creatures.... mashing stupid, unrelated bits and pieces from here, there and everywhere into one lumbering crapfest... just hard to take seriously more often than not and it's not a real showcase of the writer's 'originality.' being original is having the ability to write a country song that doesn't make me want to assault the nearest poetry spouting goth hiding in the shadows. that's probably just me, though.
can't you just see godzilla doing a jig on some poor japanese city unfortunate enough to be at the end of a rainbow? because, rainbows, as you know, bring forth horrible killing machines wherever they land. evil wizards shoot rainbows at their enemies while standing atop obsidion towers that reach the clouds. fat wizards with talons for teeth and dragonfly wings. how else are they supposed to reach the top of their tower? hey, ever seen a rainbow saddle? you find them in the same non-existant woodland dragon saddle store brohm (sp?) bought eragon his dragon saddle at in the movie (oh, gads, i couldn't resist watching that. and, yes, it's every bit as awful as i hoped).
'to use magick you first have to learn the ancient language of the elves....' or something like that. ...wait for it... wait for it.... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! (<--- note the four !'s for extra super effect.)
oh, man, that movie just really blew goat.
then again, there's got to be some people out there who don't mind giants with the heads of crocodiles (because if they had the head of a bull, that would be too obvious). 'crocotaur.' now *that's* sci-fi channel worthy!