shameful confession time, ladies and gentelmen! :o
My first character was most definitely a Mary Sue. (The ones that followed were also pretty cringeworthy, but they at least can be salvaged.)
She was named Shelly McLaughlin, and she was the sweetest, purest, nicest, kindest person you could ever meet. Good guys loved her, bad guys hated the fact that she would thwart their evil plans but respected her. She, of course, got mixed up in some nasty business and crossed roads with this one Really Bad Dude who le gasp wanted her dead.
(Otherwise, she was unremarkable. She pretty much looked like me, except she wasn’t nearsighted. And she eventually got a Giant Ass Sword that she wore across her back like in those old Chinese martial arts movies. Oh, yes, a psychiatrist would have had a field day with my writing journal.)
But of course she would not stay dead. She would always miraculously come back to life somehow, even if she got reduced to her component atoms. This, of course, just made the Really Bad Dude that much more determined to destroy her.
Still, I did get annoyed with her because, as a character whose personality had no flaws to overcome, she was essentially nothing more than a plot device.
So I eliminated her in what I thought would be a permanent manner and moved the original villain of her stories into her job. (And that guy has since come alive in ways I didn’t expect and is now one of my favorite character concepts. It helps that he’s sort of my Jungian shadow. :D)
But I still find myself wondering if I could “resurrect” her character concept somehow, and she does keep sneaking back into my stories; so far, her appearances have been restricted to backstory/flashback/tragic traumatizing deaths to give another character emo angst, but my mind keeps going back to wondering what I can do with the first (and only) one of my characters that I’ve murdered in such a brutal fashion.