I always like the “who are they when they’re at home?” dynamic. It’s another point for sidekicks, siblings, love interests, and right hands I think. In stories and in life. I love the POV of whoever gets to see that because they have the ability to go:
“Oh sure, they’re the savior of all man kind/faerie princess/chosen one/lord of darkness/pop star/ pro athlete/aristocrat/wizard/ crime boss/high ruler. No one is saying they aren’t accomplished. What I am saying is that only one of us has ever walked face first in to a sliding glass door, and it sure as shit wasn’t me.”
“TK: When I lived in New York, I was in this pick up hockey game and I twisted my ankle kind of bad. They called an ambulance and I called the guy I was seeing at the time from the hospital to come pick me up. On the way down, he stopped and met his friends for a beer.
Carlos: He stopped for a beer?
TK: Yes.
Carlos: You called him to pick you up when you were hurt. And he stopped for a beer.
TK: Well he was supposed to meet his friends, he stopped to tell them why he couldn’t.
Carlos: And had a beer.
TK: Yep. But see? You’re better than any of my old boyfriends. There isn’t anything for you to worry about, babe.
Carlos: Hey, TK?
TK: Yeah?
Carlos: I want you to know, that if you were in an accident, I wouldn’t stop for a beer.
TK: If you were in an accident, I wouldn’t stop for a red light”.