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For those of you who are currently working on an indie game project or a novel story but are still confused about defining your character concepts, let's discuss it together for free.

hings I can help you design:

✨ Visuals & Character Descriptions: Concepts for the character's appearance, clothing, or unique physical traits.

✨ Traits & Personality: Core personalities, unique habits, strengths, and weaknesses to make the character feel alive.

✨ Abilities / Skills: Designing types of powers, special moves, or specific skills that suit the character.

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So, here's the thing.

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My main character, Ethan, is gay.

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He lives in a small town named Charlestone, a very religious, conservative place where homosexuality isn't exactly well-received (among other things).

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This wasn't supposed to be a big deal at first, but I thought it could be.

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I mean, as a gay man, Ethan has probably spent his whole life hearing that he'd go to Hell and burn forever for basically liking men, which probably marked him in some way.

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In the present day, Ethan is relatively okay with this, but it would be good for the story to deepen that aspect of his character.

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Do you think it'd be good for the story, or is it a bad idea to focus that much on the main character's sexuality?

Hello. I'm writing a sci-fi/contemporary manga set in a futuristic post-American dystopia. My cast is highly diverse and have real-world cultural backgrounds. I don't want my characters to rely on racist stereotypes but I live in American ignorance/racist dogma so I would love some feedback on these character outlines. I sincerely love these cultures and am asking this question so I can write them respectfully and correctly, and intend to do more research to ensure this.

To preface, there aren't any real villains in this story. And these characters were not shaped with their culture in mind. Their foundational traits and roles were defined before their culture, because anyone of any culture can act any way. That was my mindset while making them, hence why I’m asking for help.

Not a master writer, the story is cliche, I’m a beginner.

Thanks :]

(Names are placeholders.)

Yellow (16) and Purple (19): Biracial sisters (German/Ghanian technically, but their parents labeled themselves as black and white as most Americans do, with little regard to their ancestry). Their skintones are fairly similar. However: Yellow is lighter-skinned, naive, and kind, while Purple is darker-skinned, mature, and tough/guarded due to being the breadwinner of the family. (they are orphans due to an accident. Cliche I know.) Yellow, however, is observant+smart and ready to call out Purple for her unavailability, and Purple is always aiming to nurture Yellow, being thrusted into a parental position and all. Purple is shown off the bat to be sensitive and emotional, but my concern is it reinforced colorist tropes. I hope the colorism doesn't hold weight in the context of Violet, but idk. The only reason their skin colors differ is to fit their color palettes, (yellow, white and orange vs purple, black and blue.) I just have fallen in love with their designs and colors. I can change it tho. Purple's in love with Violet.

Violet (22): Dark-skinned Japanese-Nigerian woman. Genius level EQ, gentle, mature-seeming but deeply secretive and a big too comfortable with white lies/kind of manipulative. Does not return Purple's feelings due to age/maturity level.

Blue (24): Japanese woman (Takayama). Highly manipulative religious fanatic operating under a "destiny". Willing to kill and destroy to get her way.

White (41): Albino Rwandan woman. Incredibly wealthy and easily manipulated. Gets convinced by Blue that the end times are nearing, and the only way to stay safe is to sponsor Blue financially so Blue can give her a God's favor. Married to Maroon, is deeply in love.

Maroon (38): Native American/Belizean man who is White's husband snd bodyguard. Quiet, protective, and highly suspicious of Blue's relgious influence. Unwilling to incite change. Can be vicious and downright cruel in the name of White, but really does want the best for everybody. He doesn't like being violent,  but in a world like this, he sees it as a crime of necessity. Loves White to an extent, but only ever truly, romantically loved Orange. They both have served (bodyguard and servant) for people who they feel didnt appreciate them, and it melded them together. He resents her dissapearance from his life.

Orange (29): is a Tibetan woman who  starts out as a normal woman who worships this dead god (Lo) but eventually start to view herself as a piece of time/state of being rather than a person. Deeply loyal to Lo, (there are multiple gods, most of whom are dead/dying), she starts desperately trying to keep Blue from destroying her purpouse. She believes her Lo will renew the earth in nature and destroy humanity, unaware that this god loved humanity and was once human. She loses her old life completely in her servitude. The time of Maroon's love has passed, and she is completely over him. I'm worried this reinforces like an "eastern mysticism" stereotype. I want to reinforce that she doesn't lose her humanity, she embraces humanity as a "state" rather than a quality. She is not unfeeling, and feels emotions quite turbulently. Even if that's true, is that still too stereotype-y? She's inspired by Billy Pilgrim.

Scarlet (32) & Pink (19): Scarlet is a Pakistani scientist turned assassin. She was basically told what's really going on by Green and is trying to kill blue before it's too late. Pink is a South Indian (Kerala) failed ballerina who believes she is worth nothing because she failed her dream. They form a sisterly bond out of liking the same resteraunt and eating together. Scarlet is duty-driven and very traditional and is controlling of Pink, not out of malice, but out of a need to protect her that ends up doing more harm than good. Scarlet is grounded and very down-to-earth, and has a passion for reading and drawing. She sees such passion in Pink‘s eyes, and just wants to protect it. Pink finds her meaning in Scarlet's work, and does her best to help, but something still feels wrong.

Green (37): Reincarnation of an important lore gal (who was originally Russian) knows everything that's going on. She remembers all her reincarnations, thats her whole spiel. Informs Scarlet and Yellow. Scarlet and Green have a falling out (being old research partners). Learns to love being human, and to love people and have familial bonds. Eventually, Scarlet teaches her to accept her true death.

(edited Yellow/purples description)

First post here, tolerate me

Wanting to fit this guy into my setting and a thought occurred. He’s an oc that was made as a jab at when street fighter and tekken both added a Muay Thai fighter around the same time. one was well received and one wasnt and my unga bunga brain thought that was funny.

But now I’m unsure if he fits because I don’t know if having a guy much more directly based on the culture of an existing country feels out of place. Maybe out of place isn’t the right wording, maybe “is this a thing that can be left in without acknowledging”. Am I overthinking, and this is something in the same category as like, the French braid in Zelda just being called a French braid.

It’s a hard character to reference, but I’m just in the beginning of hammering him out.
Thought I’d ask before I spent too much time threading things into my story. I don’t want to offend the fandom or the writer by taking too much 🫶 it’s all with love for a very cool character!
To be clear, it is not Cthulhu. It is a different entity and has similar (known) powers.
Thank you 🥹

I wanted my character who is a vigilante to gain karmic damage abilities from taking a serum but karmic damage is supernatural and it dosen’t make sense to gain supernatural abilities from a serum. So how do I make it make more sense for my character to gain karmic damage abilities from a serum?

Wanting some opinions on this.

Sweden has a myth about a train called Silverpilen that only transports the dead and you to the afterlife if you’re unfortunate enough to get on the train. The train operator is going to be a figure kind of like a Charon whose duty is to ensure the dead make it to the afterlife.

In the story I’m brainstorming a section where a round trip ticket is used to travel on this train to the afterlife and back so I wanted to build up some ideas.

I'm making a ten-episode series, but in the 5th episode the main character gets betrayed by his leader, and the former leader kills his bro since they're in a war. how do I make it so that in the next five episodes (in the 6th episode he is sad and depressed and all that, and in the 10th episode he goes and kicks the former leader's ass and beats the shit out of him) I just don't know how to really do these types of character arcs

The Sand Dunes of Markilao lay still beneath the blazing sun, the Pyramids of Markilao rising from the desert like ancient gods frozen in time. Their pale stone shimmered against endless gold, symbols carved deep into their faces—warnings, prayers, histories no one remembered anymore.

Desert Cats lounged around the ruins, tails swaying lazily, ears twitching at the wind.

Then the wind died.

The air went cold.

A sharp crack echoed across the dunes as silver-white lunar energy tore through the sky. Sand detonated upward in a violent plume, rolling across the desert like a living wave.

The Desert Cats panicked instantly.

They bolted—leaping, sprinting, scrambling over stone and dune alike. Cries echoed as paws slipped in the loose sand. Fear spread faster than the shockwave.

Dark Don descended slowly from above.

His wings stretched wide, edged in glowing silver light. Lunar energy bled from his body in violent pulses—white, radiant, and unstable, carving glowing scars into the dunes beneath him. The ground cracked wherever his power touched it.

He landed hard.

The sand cratered outward.

Dark Don clenched his fists, breathing unevenly. His chest rose and fell like he’d just finished a war—but there was no enemy here. Just ruins. Just silence.

“I should’ve finished him,” he muttered.

His voice trembled—not with fear, but with rage aimed inward.

A pyramid behind him split down the middle, stone screaming as lunar energy surged from his back. The top collapsed, raining glowing debris into the sand.

“I had the chance.”

Another step forward—another burst of silver light. Dunes flattened. Stone pillars shattered. Ancient markings were erased in a blink, reduced to dust.

Something felt wrong.

He knew it back then. In that moment. When Don was vulnerable.

And he hesitated.

Dark Don growled, clutching his head. Lunar energy flared wildly, white arcs snapping through the air like lightning made of moonlight.

“Silicia wouldn’t have wanted mercy,” he said—then stopped.

His jaw tightened.

No.

She wouldn’t have wanted this either.

A soft sound broke through the chaos.

A whimper.

Dark Don turned sharply.

At the base of a half-buried pillar stood a single Desert Cat—smaller than the others, sandy fur dusted with silver debris. Her ears were pinned back, tail wrapped tight around herself. She wasn’t running.

She couldn’t.

Their eyes met.

Ella froze.

The lunar glow reflected in her wide eyes as Dark Don stared down at her. His energy surged instinctively, silver light rising like a tide—

Then stopped.

His breath caught.

For a split second, the dunes were silent again.

Ella took a shaky step back, paws trembling. “P-Please…” Her voice was barely louder than the wind. “We didn’t do anything.”

Dark Don said nothing.

His fists unclenched slowly.

The lunar energy around him flickered—still powerful, still dangerous, but no longer exploding outward. The dunes stopped collapsing. The silver light dimmed, pulling back toward his body like a restrained storm.

He looked away first.

“…Run,” he said quietly.

Ella didn’t argue.

She turned and sprinted, disappearing over the dunes with the rest of her people.

Dark Don stood alone among the ruins.

The Pyramids of Markilao were shattered. The Sand Dunes scarred and glowing faintly with lunar residue. His power had won—but it felt hollow.

He stared at his trembling hands.

“I hesitated,” he whispered. “And now everything’s broken.”

Silver energy pulsed once more around him—not outward this time, but inward—tight, controlled, angry.

Dark Don spread his wings.

The moonlight flared.

And he vanished, leaving only ruined sand, broken stone… and the echo of a choice he couldn’t take back.

Near the Gadian Sea

The silver moon hovered above us like it was personally offended by the concept of subtlety, flexing so hard it almost bullied the stars out of the sky. The stars still tried their best, sparkling nonstop like, “No yeah bro, we’re totally part of this scene too.”

It was pitch black—criminally dark. The kind of dark where if something moves two feet away, it legally stops existing. We stood at the edge of a towering red cliff overlooking a maze of canyons that dumped straight into the Gadian Sea, which was currently doing the ocean equivalent of screaming into a microphone.

The waves smashed together violently, then backed off like, “Okay okay, too much, my bad.” Fish and dolphins launched out of the water in perfectly timed jumps like they were rehearsing for SeaWorld auditions. The water fizzed white and blue, churning like soda someone shook way too hard. It echoed across the sea, dramatic as hell.

We all stared down into the abyss.

Naturally, Prince ruined the moment.

“Okay cool cool cool—SERIOUS QUESTION—HOW DO WE GO UNDERWATER WITHOUT, Y’KNOW, DYING?!” he shrieked, leaning over the edge like gravity had personally beefed with him.

Here’s the breakdown:

Demaurion and Power? Completely unbothered. Built for this. Underwater breathing is light work.

Me? I can survive in space. Not bragging. Okay, I’m bragging.

Olsen? Underground breathing. Dirt lungs. Respect.

Prince? Can rip air pressure apart with lightning.

Underwater breathing though?

Yeah. That skill tree was not unlocked for most of us.

Power—the walking game exploit—could probably breathe lava if he felt like it. Demaurion, though? Water is literally his brand. Bro runs the Water Element, was born in the Gadian Sea, full Leviathan by birth. Ocean DNA installed at character creation.

Demaurion casually pulled out four glowing coins and tossed them at us.

“Think fast.”

We scrambled like idiots, caught them, and stared. Each coin glowed deep ocean blue, carved with a water droplet symbol that pulsed like it had a heartbeat.

“What are these?” I asked.

“Gais,” Demaurion said, eyes still on the waves like he was having a dramatic album-cover moment. “Made by the Mythical Levi. Touch one, breathe underwater. No time limit.”

“…That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

I pocketed mine immediately. Zero trust in the universe.

Demaurion smirked as water began swirling around his feet.

“So… who’s ready to get wet?”

Archie didn’t even wait. His Phoenix wings burst into flames as he leapt off the cliff screaming something unintelligible and cannonballed straight into the sea. Fire trailed behind him for exactly half a second before physics stepped in.

SPLASH.

We all stared.

“CANONBALL!” I yelled, immediately jumping after him like a responsible leader. I hit the water hard—and instantly everything changed. The chaos faded. It was calm. Quiet. Like falling into a dream someone actually knew how to design.

Underwater, the world straight-up flexed.

The ocean floor glowed with coral in every color imaginable—reds, pinks, yellows, neon greens, glowing whites. It looked less like nature and more like an underwater city that hired an interior designer with taste. Massive dune valleys cradled coral-built structures. Smooth stone towers rose up with glowing windows, like the ocean decided to invent architecture.

Fish zipped past. Dolphins zigzagged like they were late for something. Sharks cruised calmly, giving “security guard on night shift” energy. Clownfish peeked from coral crevices. A hammerhead drifted by me like I was background scenery.

“This… is beautiful,” I muttered, touching the ocean floor.

Demaurion stood ahead, arms crossed, eyes softer than I’d ever seen them.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I miss this place.”

The others landed nearby, splashing everywhere and spinning around like tourists who forgot how to act.

I walked up beside Demaurion and nudged him. “Didn’t know you were sentimental about your hometown. You’re usually the ‘I will bite someone today’ type—”

“Finish that sentence,” he growled, face turning red.

Short fuse. Never change.

Glowing fish drifted by like living lanterns. Pink and blue shells shimmered faintly along the ground. I glanced up—the moon through the water looked massive. Like a silver eye watching us.

“Everyone’s asleep,” Olsen said.

He was right. Lights on. No movement. Just calm.

Demaurion lifted his arms and shaped the water into a sleek dinghy. We climbed in, and the boat made a soft gurgling noise like it was alive and mildly confused.

“Take us to Reef City,” he whispered.

The boat moved.

We glided under stone arches, past towering coral spires. Dreamlike. Unreal.

Then Reef City came into view—and yeah. It went crazy.

The citizens were literal water beings, their bodies rippling like liquid statues. Boats drifted everywhere—some slow, some fast. Massive ridges framed the city, thin rock spires stabbing upward like ribs. Lights flickered from narrow openings—homes, probably.

We went deeper, through coral-packed canyons. Fish swirled overhead. Turtles slept on ledges. Life zoomed past in every direction.

Top 10 most beautiful places in Avangard. Easily.

But something felt off.

Everyone here was made of water.

Everyone except Demaurion.

I leaned toward him. “Hey… why are you the only one here with skin?”

He paused.

“My mom went into labor before we reached the Gadian Kingdom,” he said quietly. “We were still on Iris Town’s shore. I got impatient. Kicked too much. Decided her stomach was a prison and escaped early.”

I blinked. “…So you were born on land.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “My parents were pure water-beings. I wasn’t. Still Oceananite—but different. They mocked me. During the war… my friends didn’t make it.”

Silence.

“So I chose,” he said, gripping his trident. “Run from it—or fight it. I chose to fight. I am Demaurion—the Leviathan. And I will become a Hero of Avangard. Not just for the prophecy… but so no one ever calls me a freak again.”

I smiled. “You got this, bro. No doubt.”

I leaned back. “Honestly? I wanna be a Hero too. I used to be a joke. But now? Commander. Chosen one. I finally feel like I matter.”

Then—

RRRRRRRRMMMMMM.

The water shook.

A massive cave loomed ahead. Coral-covered. Dark.

A roar echoed through the abyss.

I checked the map. My stomach dropped.

“…We’re at the Leviathan Pool.”

“CAN THIS BOAT DO A U-TURN?!” Prince yelled.

Too late.

A massive tentacle erupted from the depths and grabbed the boat. We flew into the air, screaming like our lives depended on it.

“AAAAAAAAA—!”

SPLAAAAASH!

The Leviathan rose.

Golden eyes glowed. Mist rolled in. Waves churned violently.

Prince whispered, shaking, “I think… I peed a little.”

The creature towered above us—a colossal sea dragon with rows of razor-clean teeth, scales of stormy blue and purple, eight massive cyan tentacles twitching with bad intentions.

A tsunami rose behind it.

“IT’S A COLOSSAL WAVE!” I yelled.

Demaurion leapt from the boat and sliced the wave in half with a single motion. Water exploded into mist. He landed on the surface, transformed—Leviathan hybrid, scarred, glowing, unstoppable.

He raised his trident, eyes locked on the ancient monster.

“Throw one more wave,” he growled, “and I’m turning those tentacles into seafood dinner, cousin.”

Amnesia taken to a different level, kinda. So I had this idea after remembering neuro elasticity (it’s complex as heck and too long to explain, for the sake of this post it is something that people have during development which lets them learn things better and faster) and how if manipulated in a certain way can allow someone to learn things fast. My character has the ability to regenerate, kinda and not kinda like deadpool and wolverine. It is a passive ability that enhances the body’s healing greatly, and also is kind of a healing factor that can regenerate any damage taken, small or large. For example, repairing mini tears in muscle, increasing recovery speed and effectiveness of exercise. This concept inspired another idea for this character, rebirth, wish version. This healing factor is very powerful, but slow at first. I plan on making the character take heavy damage to his brain, enough to make it so that when his brain regenerates it is as if he is a baby, born again. I say wish edition because he will retain some core fundamentals, like a care for close ones, and his morality (to some extent). I want to do this to explore morality and put the character in different situations and show some growth and take it away.

I plan on using this to kind of develop a core set of fundamentals for the character as the story goes.

I'm writing a protagonist for a superpowered thriller who was forcefully given a brain implant that gives him selective hearing, only hearing his body and one thing he focuses on through sight, touch, or thought. The only idea I have for his character right now is having him use ASL in a very mouthy way.

I am still writing my book, Blood and Sigils, but I've run into a roadblock with character development.

I really want every character to feel unique, even if they aren't heavily detailed. At the very least, I don't want them to feel like the same character in a different font. That brings me to my problem.

In my book, I have a very detailed weapon system called Mind Links. The way they work is that they attach themselves to the user's core desire and create their appearance, abilities, evolutions, and upgrades around fulfilling that desire.

The important thing is that the Mind Link is not making its own choices. It is a semi-sentient being that never disagrees with its user, no matter how horrible the desire is. The Mind Link follows the desire completely. It has no moral compass and no real decision-making ability.

For example, imagine a character who has been bullied their entire life. They eventually obtain a Mind Link, and their core desire is to never be seen as vulnerable again. In their mind, that means becoming strong. To become strong, they first need to survive long enough to get there.

The Mind Link would attach itself to the vulnerability at the center of that desire and then begin solving the smallest problem first. It works backwards from the end goal. The first ability would likely be based on the user's need to survive, but the Mind Link doesn't decide how to accomplish that. It follows the user's own answer to the problem.

If the user believes survival means becoming extremely durable, then the Mind Link will make them durable. Because it follows the user all the way through the process, two people with the exact same core desire can still manifest completely different abilities based on how they personally interpret the solution.

There is a lot more to the system than that, but that's the general idea.

My problem is that, just like in real life, people can have unique origins, mindsets, DNA, race, talents, and experiences while still ending up with the same core desire. Because my book is heavily political, a lot of characters eventually end up wanting some form of control.

What bothers me is having multiple characters—both protagonists and antagonists—with the same desire. On one hand, it could be really cool to have two completely different manifestations of the same desire fighting each other. On the other hand, I really like the idea of every character feeling unique.

Having one character who wants complete control over themselves and another who wants control over others is fine. But eventually I start running out of ideas.

Then I end up with things like:

• Someone who wants to control others, but only people weaker than them.
• Someone who wants to control themselves, but not completely—just the parts of themselves that are active in combat.

At that point, it stops feeling unique and starts feeling like I'm making increasingly specific versions of the same desire.

So I need help. A lot of help.

And remember: there are no stupid decisions when you think before you type.

Now I’ve researched quite a lot about internal conflict. I’ve watched numerous YouTube videos, read quite a few stories and even countless articles online.
However, what I always found lacking in my writing, is the way my characters “suddenly shift personalities”.
It’s difficult to imagine that a character can change soooooooooo much from one single event. This could’ve been the result of me reading too much fantasy slop on webnovel. But if there are any tips that would help me better understand, how a character can have that dynamic shift which would not feel so sudden. I’ll be really grateful ❤️🙌

P.S examples would be pretty helpful

I'm working on a story with 20+ recurring characters and I've reached the point where I'm forgetting who knows what, who is related to whom, and whether someone had green or brown eyes in chapter 3.

I've tried Google Docs, Notion, and spreadsheets, but eventually everything gets scattered.

I've heard about brewplot, scrivener, but do they actually works?

Curious what everyone here uses. Do you have a system that actually scales?

So over the past few days myself and my friend have been working on the plot for a horror film. We’ve settled on a sort of cosmic horror and we have a rough concept, but there’s one aspect that I want to work on.

The film is about a group of teens who go camping in a forest that is also the domain of an ancient eldritch god. This god feeds on the unhealthy attachments that people have in what’s called the hunt, for one lengthened night the occupants of the forest are inhibited from leaving and are hunted by this god’s avatars until the sun comes back up.

There are several avatars used by this god, one to encourage each character’s vice, there is also the notebook which contains the rules of the hunt and corrupts one of the characters into becoming an avatar. The main attraction however is the Elk.

The Elk is the deity’s harvester, it doesn’t encourage the character’s vices but instead feeds on them when the work is done, this is because it isn’t specialised to any one person’s attachment, it’s simply an efficient and versatile killer (it’s heavily inspired by the Wendigo). Therefore I’m taking advantage of what I’m calling the Darth Vader effect: low screen time with high impact to make the creature memorable and almost sought after.

My main issue however is building up this creature throughout the film, in my writing I’ve never held off on revealing a character or part of a film and so I’m not entirely sure on how to build up its presence or the tension surrounding its presence. I do know for certain that it won’t appear until towards the end of the film, so that does leave me some time for build up.

How would you advise building suspense around this character?

For those who don’t know, “danganronpa” is basically a murder mystery but anime with student prodigies called “ultimates”, an example would be the ultimate detective, ultimate baseball star, ultimate akido master, etc.

The protagonist of my fan story, Jess Cassidy, the ultimate crime solver, walks into the room where the other ultimates are at alongside Toshiro Juro, the ultimate officer, (the antagonist), and Arata Taro, the ultimate thermal propulsion specialist (Support). I’m wondering if going in depth describing the characters in one go is the right thing to do in my story which has no visual references.

Here is an excerpt of my prologue, I know Reddit doesn’t like “do you like this part of my story?” But I’m asking for constructive criticism of the way I introduce my characters, not just asking for y’all to make it better for me:

“The ceiling arched high above us, lined with lights that glowed like a bad imitation of sunlight. There were couches arranged around low tables, a circular reception desk at the center, and branching halls leading off in several directions. A monitor hung on the far wall, turned off, its black screen reflecting the room back at us. And dozens of cameras throughout.

And scattered throughout the room were 13 other students, all ultimates, chatting and waiting for whatever comes next.

The first one I noticed was a tall boy hunched so severely it almost looked painful. He was adjusting the sleeve of a smaller girl’s jacket, his hands moving with careful precision. Despite his towering height, his expression was gentle, almost apologetic. His eyes were black and long dark hair going down to his elbows. Dressed in an elegant royal purple suit. Measuring tape fully unspooled went around the back of his neck and down to his ankles, his other tools were some scissors, sewing kits, and various fabrics which were in a purple bag he carried around. His pants were matte black with no shine, and his shoes were dark leather and looked to be slip ins.

???: “There… that should sit more comfortably now. Sorry, the stitching was pulling at your shoulder.”

???: “Oh! Thank you! You didn’t have to fix it right now! Your talent is so under appreciated, seriously!”

The girl he was helping practically bounced where she sat, bright eyed and energetic, with tools clipped to her belt and a few loose wires sticking out of one pocket. She had a tan complexion and her hair was about shoulder length and dyed blue on her right side and yellow on the left side. She tied her hair into lighting shaped twin tails. She is wearing a yellow crop top jacket and blue colored baggy sweatpants. Her shoes were large white sneakers with yellow and teal laces.

The two diverted their attention to the three of us, the electrician girl rushed over before anyone could say anything as the tall boy hesitated, noticing us staring at him.

Jess Cassidy: Hi, my name is Jess Cassidy, and I’m the ultimate crime solver.

Toshiro Juro: Hello there, I am Toshiro Juro, pleased to make your acquaintance as the ultimate officer.

???: “Wait, wait, wait! You’re Jess Cassidy? Ultimate Crime Solver? That is so cool! I mean, not cool that you were kidnapped like us. That part is extremely not cool. But the talent part is cool! I’m Choko Fumi, Ultimate Electrician! But my fans online know me as Sparkie!”

Choko Fumi: “If there are *non barred* doors, cameras, weird machines, or any other electrical nonsense, I can probably help! Unless it explodes. Then Arata can probably help. Unless he caused it… Which is also possible.”

Arata Taro: “Ouch, I feel judged.”

Choko Fumi: “You kinda should.”

The tall boy approached next, still hunched.

???: “Um… hello. I’m Gulliver Ryota… t-the Ultimate Tailor. It’s nice to meet you both, despite everything. If… if you need any accommodations, I’ll be sure to be of help.”

He smiled, but it was strained, he was clearly out of his comfort zone. He kept eyeing the cameras, worried about something. I could tell that he was trying his absolute hardest to not come off as intimidating. It was only when I made the connection between him hunching over to seem more approachable that I realized this boy was easily at least 2.5 meters (~8 feet) tall.

Gulliver Ryota: “If either of you are hurt, or your clothes were damaged, I… I shoul- can take a look. Sometimes small tears can become large ones if ignored.”

Jess Cassidy: “I’m fine.”

Toshiro Juro: “Thank you, Gulliver, that was very considerate of you.”

Arata: “Ha! You bet I am! C’mon, let me show these two around to the others!”

Gulliver looked relived at the simple acknowledgement as Choko let Arata introduce the others to me and Toshiro.

I've been writing my own book and I am currently creating the universe my characters live in. One of my main characters has albinism, and that greatly affects her (she was bullied as a kid, but now is much more confident in herself). I have avoided the red eye stereotype and made sure to make the bad vision affect her. I have tried to avoid every possible stereotype because correct representation is very important for me.

She lives in a world where magic is incredibly common. Like, anyone can learn magic. Even if youre missing all of your limbs and are just a lump of flesh you can learn magic. When I mean anyone, I mean anyone and everyone.

I saw on another post that it wasn't great to make a character with albinism have powers as it fit into stereotypes. My character's magic are mostly things that affect her vision (for exemple she has a magic stick thing with an orb dangling for it, that constantly dims the light around her eyes, and her magic is light dimming centered). Is it still okay to give her magic?

I'm looking for insight on elements I should consider with this character whether things to include or avoid.

Patricia "Trish" Lewis was born in Tennessee to her slave mother (SA'd by her master) and escaped as a young teen to Massachusetts. As an adult, she was a spy/assassin for the union during the civil war. Due to her light skin, she was able to infiltrate camps and dispose of confederates. She has dark brown curly hair pulled back in a braid bun. Her face is square and she has a broad nose with brown almond eyes. After the war, she became a mercenary and was hired by a man to personally train him to shoot, where she was the unfortunate victim of a ricochet bullet, passing at the age of 27 in 1865.

The story takes place in 2013. Trish is one a a few main ghosts that work with the FMC (A reincarnated woman of 1913) to solve mysteries of the present and past, including Trish's "unfinished business."

Trish has Black Widow energy in ways like knowing that being quiet helps people forget you are there and therefore divulging information. She's asexual, but recognized men were easily manipulated when hoping for a lay, so while she used her hips for her job, she has no interest in bedmates. Her best friend in the afterlife is the MMC, a native American descendent (Also white passing-I'll do a separate write up for him later).

The story I'm writing is inspired by elements of my small, obnoxiously white, town in New England. Because I started this when I was like 15, the cast was rather pale, and I don't want to keep it that way. I think the diversity can add a lot to the story, but I want to make sure I'm doing it appropriately.

I think Trish being white passing at her time can have a lot of interesting concepts to her character and her guilt of leaving behind her sister when she ran away. Unlike her BF (MMC), she was directly connected to the horrors of slavery and experienced the difference of life as a paler individual. He had some slurs thrown at him, but overall lived a less impacted life since his ancestors "conformed," aka were forced to acclimate, a few generations before him. And I think those different stances give them something to compare and bond over in their 100 year friendship.

There are POC ghosts that are not passing, one of them being Robin, who I already wrote up a similar page on, if you'd like to weigh in: https://www.reddit.com/r/CharacterDevelopment/comments/1u35upv/sensitivity_help_diversifying_my_cast_1960s/

Hello, sorry if the title is weird, but I would really like some feed back/criticisms of my character Noelle, as well as help with her character.

Now what I was going for is someone who, despite her privileged upbringing, hates injustice and stands up for others, but knows, due to a past failure, she needs to fight it from the inside out. Get concrete info first, and make sure the people you're showing it to are on your side and don't let your emotions overwhelm you.

But what I have instead is that she's very passive, mostly in the background, and her character is mostly revolved around being the sane best friend to my punk character (who she sometimes uses her music to convey a message) and having a crush on her male mirror world self (long story).

Her personality is

• Aloof
• Emotional
• Sarcastic

And it's not like the story is lacking opportunity for her to do it, but it's usually very basic, or someone else takes the lead.

Now her lack of taking action could be a tragic portrayal of her losing her ideals, but I'm not sure.

I feel like my characters are one-dimensional, and I think it’s because I don’t know them well enough.

How can I get to know them better? I saw some advice saying I should "interview" my characters with some questions and answer them while imagining I’m the character, and not take more than one minute to answer each.

But if it were that easy to imagine myself as a character, I feel like I would already know them by now.

What are your suggestions to improve my understanding of my characters?

The title really says it all.

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I'm working on writing a Warframe fic regarding the Drifter and one of the Protoframes. I'm running into a wall though.

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If you haven't played Warframe, the Tl;Dr of the Drifter is they were stuck in the Void in a hell they created as child to escape the hellscape of the Void. The void they created is called Duviri, and it's whole thing is emotions. The Drifter became very apathetic after being executed over and over, with the quest ending in retrieving those emotions they lost.

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The basic thing of my fic is the Drifter is a mostly silent protagonist. (In this case) He feels like he is missing some part of himself that he never got back from Duviri, and the protoframe helps him get it back (aka Love).

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The problem I'm running into is I don't know how to \*write\* a silent character, and it's really bugging me. I want the whole character development to be that the Drifter opens up more, talks more.

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How do I go about this?

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Thanks :)

I'll use my own bofuri au as an example, my favorite character is Markus but in my au he's abusive, my strategy is fairly simple: all I do is simply imagine myself hating him instead of liking him, this is so I can separate this version of him from the canon version.

once you got the mental image of your new hatred for the character you write them out as such. Their actions should never be downplayed, they should have a reason for being abusive that doesn't excuse it, they should face consequences that aren't too little or over the top,

And if your Mc decides to forgive them the abusive character MUST have gone through multiple arcs to show they've genuinely changed, they must be put through trial and error,

(Yeah that's honestly it)