Sangfroid stepped through the large masoned doorway into the Manor Kitchen. Delectable fragrances invigorated his senses. Besides his solarium, this was his favorite place in the Manor. Perfectly caramelized butter laced with toasted wheat of the freshly baked croissants crafted by his twin brother, the chef pleased his nose. This, however was but a part of the symphony of glazed hams, brioche, spices, and cut fruits Sangfroid, himself had genetically engineered. He and his brother were both men who embraced and driven by their senses and palettes.
“Good Morning, Sangfroid. Any tangerines yet? I can’t wait.”
“Another week or so. Mangosteins are ready though. I will send Gustan out after breakfast to pick some for you.”
The first line...
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Sangfroid stepped through the large masoned doorway into the Manor Kitchen.
...comes off as cliche-ish. MC makes grand entrance walking into a room through a picturesque doorway. You can do better.
The second line...
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Delectable fragrances invigorated his senses.
Is too heavy handed. Ease up on them reins there cowboy.
I do think a simpler version of it would be a better opening. Something like...
Sangfroid inhaled the delectable aromas of the Manor kitchen.
Try building from here and see how it looks.
MC and his twin brother are somewhat the more noble of the servants of the Manor. Their Lord is a major landholder of a colony planet. They are both men of heritage. They can proudly trace their lineage back nearly two thousand years to 1748 France where their grand father was a Baillage within the Confrerie de la Chaine des Rotiseurrs. They both have extremely accute senses and palattes. The MC is a botanical genetiscist. He develops new strains of plants for the Colony world; anything from Medicinal plants to exquisite tasting fruits and vegetables. After this scene here where his fertilizer has been banned, he goes to the recieving terminal to the space elevator soo he can requisition some different fertilizers. He carries himself in such a proud and noble way is is mistaken for nobility(His Lord) and is kidnapped by a hostile alien race that has awoken on one of the moons above. The other moon is inhabited by humans. Sort of the interplanetary government that regulates the colony worlds. Da da Da. I won't bore you with the rest, but he escapes and sets things right mainly by his ability to smell.
zSo again I am looking for the starting point which rationally should probably be in or around the time of his getting snatched, but as I mentioned I want to offer as much of his normal behavior as possible. Any suggestions?
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He carries himself in such a proud and noble way is is mistaken for nobility
Try this angle for an opening. Show me what youmean by a 'proud noble way' and make it entertaining. Be that with a servant, commoner, his brother, somebody. I want to see this 18th century noblistic man in a far future society. The contrasts may be interesting by itself.
He was only partially aware of the way he carried himself. Certainly, he was proud, handsome, and well-dressed. As he strode through the busy spaceport, one hand, bent perfectly at the elbow, clasped onto his lapel. His nose, well into the air, swayed slowly side to side absorbing all the aromas the area had to offer. With his acute sense of smell, he was able to detect even trace odors; gear oil used in the hydraulic lifts tinged with the light fumes of the spent fuel. Sweat, from those that loaded palets of his equisite fruits, the fruits themselves familiar.
What he did mistake was the stares and whispers; those he saw as admiration, were in fact, sneers and whispers. They knew that he was not a Nobleman. They knew all the Lords and ladies of Tora.
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Edited to add:
Oh, and if you are going to capitalize Lords in the last sentence, please capitalize Ladies?
Edited again:
But I don't think you need to capitalize either.
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I actually wish people would make more of that kind of use of these Fragment and Feedback areas.
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Sangfroid strode through the spaceport as if he owned the place. He kept his eyes forward and walked with perfect posture; straight back, chin held high, stepping lively and with a purpose. He planted his ivory cane (rare), with its 24 carat gold dragonhead for a handle (priceless), with every other step.
The blue-collars stared at him as if he was a mythological Earth bear. Unsure if he was real or not.
Let them stare.
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Sangfroid rubbed the brownish-black substance between his fingers, while Snapier’s clients watched on. The off worlders were eager to get Sangfroid’s endorsement and were willing to pay a high price for it. But Sangfroid prized his reputation and no amount of money would get him to sell it.
“This will revive BT’s World economy,” said Snapier. “The crops of this planet will grow twice as fast, doubling its yield. BT’s World will become the bread basket of the Alpha Arm.”
“Plato-goose sh*t.”
Snapier blinked then shook his head. “Excuse me?”
“This is full of Plato-goose sh*t. I can feel the micro-pebbles from its gizzard. The crops will grow fast, exhausting the soil
Go for snooty and prideful, and show it. Hope this helps.
I really liked the idea Snapper proposed. I agree with what he said. I like how you incorporated the idea in version 2. I would read on now, there's a faint hook in there for me.
While I do not find it "boring", I do find it too heavy on description, it's basically a summary. Nothing is happening right now.
Snapper's 2nd example of what he was expecting shows your character moving and talking. Those are a bit more hooky (to me).
Adding contrast is also a good idea, I agree with that as well. I would add: pick carefully what you're going to contrast, it's the first look your reader gets of your MC so it's very important.
Not to offend, but if you want to go for the contrast example, try not to use any of the examples Snapper gave you. They're nice examples, but I assume he didn't spend too much time picking them (since they were just there to illustrate a point) so those are the obvious ones.
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Sangfroid <he does have a name> strode through the busy spaceport, one hand, bent perfectly at the elbow, clasped onto his lapel. His nose, well into the air, swayed slowly side to side absorbing all the aromas the area had to offer. With his family's acute sense of smell, he was able to detect even trace odors; gear oil used in the hydraulic lifts tinged with the light fumes of the spent fuel. Sweat, from those that loaded palets of his equisite fruits, the fruits he himself had designed for his Lord Xxxx.