Friday is supposed to be hot, where our sweet-smelling, adolescent sweat is just starting to mist from our caked-up pores. Start of summer hot. The type of hot where the mediocre Jersey beaches are littered with cans of mysterious liquid and chalky ashes of cigarettes and musty marijuana from Shiesty Bag and a sweet girl named Steele. I can never tell if I particularly enjoy those days on those messy, overcrowded, overly stinky beaches. I’m just kind of there. Lying beside my lobster-colored mother, feeling the beads of beginning-of-summer-sweat trickle down every tight, cinched skin cell against my body.
The past few days have been a sweet blend of each other. Mixed between a wanting of motivation to a lack thereof, swirled along the lines of bitter fatigue bordering on the line of a sinking depressive episode. One where my limbs are spread surely over every inch of my sticky comforter. Staring between each poorly plastered poster on my poorly painted wall, drawing invisible scratchy stars in between as my scratched-up record spins into oblivion, spins into disuse and disregard.
Give your characters defining physical features. Make it so your audience would know exactly who you were talking about if you only wrote about that one thing. Then, make them hurt.
Think about it: Character A always wears a ratty pink sweat jacket. It's simple, it's easy, and it's unique. Then, you add a couple of sentences like this:
"[Character A] stood cautiously off to the side, fiddling with the hem of their pink sweat jacket."
"Before they had a chance to respond, [Character B] watched the end of a pink sweat jacket disappear around the corner, chasing [Character C]."
"[Character B] opened their mouth to ask who [Character C] brought with them, only for their eyes to land on a figure in a pink sweat jacket."
Simple enough, right? Then, you do something like this:
[Character B] is being asked to identify a body. "The corpse was still where it laid on the table, almost as if the person was sleeping. It was covered almost entirely by a white sheet, shielded from view. At first glance, [Character B] couldn't even begin to recognize the figure. Surley, the cops had made a mistake.
"Then, they saw one arm hanging off of the table, covered to the wrist by the sleeve of a pink sweat jacket."
When done correctly, this can be a great way to destroy your readers.
Let me know if you try, or comment any other examples!
On the subject of characters, let’s go over a pretty useful and universal profile template.
An important note: for each of these, ESPECIALLY the story or personality oriented questions, ask yourself WHY!
For example, WHY does this character have these enemies? WHY are they proud of or ashamed of this thing?
Also, this is quite a comprehensive list that takes into account many factors, so if you don’t have enough time, consider only doing this for your main cast or protagonist. :)
I hope you find these helpful!
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1. Basic info
Name:
Role in story (ex. protagonist):
From (where their home is):
Age:
Birthday:
Gender:
Sexual Orientation:
Religious status:
Political beliefs (could be specific to your fictional world):
2. Physical Description
Height:
Build (body type):
Race, ethnicity:
Hair colour, length:
Eye colour, shape:
Clothing style:
Scars, other unique physical attributes:
General health:
3. Personality
(Optional) MBTI / Enneagram:
Introverted or Extroverted:
General traits:
General fears:
Proud of:
Ashamed of:
Hopes and dreams (can be short-term or long-term):
4. Relationships
Significant other(s) (if applicable):
Family:
Friends:
Enemies:
Role models / heroes:
Important acquaintances:
5. Abilities
Education background:
Social standing (ex. wealthy? powerful? imprisoned? etc):
General talents:
Unique talents:
Weaknesses:
Current occupation (could be a job, could be a position, like “student,” etc):
Past work experience:
6. Story
Main goal / desire (goal is more substantial, desire is something more intangible):
Main fear (preventing them from reaching their goal / desire):
Main problem to overcome:
How their personality will help them achieve their goal:
How it will hurt them:
How they will develop:
Backstory influence on their present conflict:
Worldview (ex. optimistic, cynical, etc):
(Optional) Type of character arc:
Specific mannerisms:
Specific dialogue / voice:
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These are a lot of things here, but I promise, taking a few seconds and filling each out will really help you get a well-rounded sense of this character.
Many things such as mannerisms, enemies, voice, and personality will be influenced by the other categories, like social standing or education, so consider it!
DISCLAIMER: This is my original work that I’m choosing to share. Plagiarism in any form will not be tolerated.
genre: litfic (duh)
pov: vignettes and a nonlinear timeline with alternating POVs!!!
what: father and daughter are a little too similar for their own goods. they fight, they mediate, there’s whirlwind romances at boarding school, a gay art history professor with a mullet, an emotional support english teacher, a huge old house that’s probably haunted, gay aunts who like tarot cards and traveling, and lots of pranks and assorted mayhem
when & where: london (shoutout to dallon for answering my questions), switching between the late 70s and late 90s
who:
etta magney: age 17, she/her, kind of a bitch, perpetually unimpressed, lowkey a hopeless romantic, super close with her dad(s), heavily enjoys not living up to her potential
cal magney: 17 and 36 for the most part but it skips around a lot, he/him, had etta super young, also kind of a bitch, the disgraced heir to a massive fortune and one of the oldest noble houses in britain, really likes david bowie
evan doyle: 17 and 36 for the most part, he/him, cal’s not-husband and etta’s stepdad, he and cal dated in high school, took a break, and got back together. he’s the gay art history professor with a mullet and earrings. super cool and super smart.
lucien tahir: 17, he/him, etta’s best friend and love interest, penchant for absolute mayhem, would not commit arson but i would not rule it out bc he is definitely capable of it
ollie tahir: 17, he/him, lucien’s twin brother and etta’s other best friend, also loves mayhem, is the only one with a shred of dignity and/or common sense out of the three of them, would probably commit arson
also featuring:
jamey reed: cal’s brother from another mother, definitely has undiagnosed ADHD
ms millard: aforementioned emotional support english teacher for both cal and etta
elvira: gay aunt who loves tarot cards, partner is roxy, gay aunt who loves traveling and cowboy boots
smith: he is weird
+ the rest of etta’s weird aunts and uncles aka cal’s ragtag group of gay friends from high school
themes and aesthetics: receiving a bouquet of your favorite flowers just because, old tudor houses, london when it’s raining, trying to do homework in a grand old library, crisply pressed school uniforms, smoking out your dorm window, scratched records, berets and knee-high socks with mary janes, hiding behind a pillar, stomping in puddles on the sidewalk, dancing in the kitchen with your parents
ok so what’s the plot: y’all know i love a good story where nothing actually happens. it just kinda goes back and forth between cal’s school days and etta’s school days until the reader understands why they’re so similar and fight so much but at the end of the day love each other because that’s the beauty of a healthy family relationship. cal falls in love with evan, etta falls in love with lucien, cal fights with his mother, etta fights with her father, lots of parallels.
taglist: @dallonm @august-iswriting @rataltouille @jennawritesstories @smalltownwriter @phiwrites @lottieiswriting @writing-in-liminal-spaces @rowenkrahn ask to be +/- :)
I want a boy with black hair and black eyes, with black studs and a black fire that lights up his insides. I want a boy who's deliciously cruel, hopelessly romantic, and terribly sappy in all the right ways. One who’s clumsy and cares an awful lot about his skateboard, one who’s always shooting off somewhere mysterious and feeling me up in every way he knows how. I want a boy that’s always out to get something, always moving and grooving to the beat of life and not knowing (or caring) where he ends up. I want a boy that’s foreign to the confined, Jersey walls I know so well. I want a boy that’s taller than me (not exactly a challenge since I just reached the feasible height of 5’0), who will look down with admiration in his terribly active eyes.
I want a boy who will grab my face and kiss me tenderly, with all the energy he’s got because I’m the one good thing in his clumsy, teenage-dirtbag life.
I met a boy like this once. He wasn’t foreign enough that we had a language barrier from polar-opposite countries (although at times it felt like it), he grew up in the stoner mountains of the near west coast, so it was no shock he churned out the stoner-skater lifestyle that makes me melt into my shoes. He was curious about the most boring things that I thought a guy would never notice. He was sweet and witty, action-packed and nonchalant, a true cool boy at heart. He’s the kind of guy where you know he’s not a virgin and hasn’t been for a very long time. Something in his smile gave it away, gave away how high up his ego had been, and yet he was mysteriously humble.
He’s the one where you worry about their relationship status often, because you want him so bad, you’re convinced every other girl in the world would, too. He seemed like he dated dumb, pretty girls. Girls who bored him to death but were a good accessory, the ones who get blasted at parties and throw themselves on top of him. Not knowing which way is up and proving so by stumbling and slurring over every rock, every long syllable.
I find myself missing him as if he was ever mine, as if our kisses and hugs and intimacy ever seeped out of my deluded brain and out of my ears. Leaking into the saccharine reality of the life of a dreamer.
i haven’t shared a poem of mine since i read one of my first ones in front of a huge crowd. it was about a purple cat, and it created my entire personality so that’s nice
sooo if u want some inspiration for your character appearence, i suggest you search “fantasy character design” and then u can find a lot of arts, sketches, drawings and use it *ONLY FOR INSPO OBVIOUSLY* for your book
my mind & me poem, inspired by the @selenagomez song. & a bonus poem! 🖤 I'm in the drafting stage of my next book, & the focus of this one is teen mental health, so I'm really trying to tune into the darker parts of my mind. To be honest, that's a little dangerous; but anything for a good story. Right? 🤟🏾🖤 • • • • #poetscorner #poetsclub #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #writersblock #writersclub #writerscorner #writersofinstagram #poemoftheday #poetryisnotdead #poems #poetsociety #teenwriter #youngwriter #wordporn #mymindandme #mentalhealthawareness https://www.instagram.com/p/CrOyt_pvOpi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=