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ultimate character development template
basics
name: meaning of name: nicknames/titles: age: gender: location: birthday: strengths + example where it's shown: weaknesses + example where it's shown: how it affects others:
emotional depth
attachment style + how it manifests in the story: physical fear: emotional/abstract fear: happy memory: sad memory: object of significance: philosophical outlook/belief: what characters are ignorant about themselves: how confident are they: goal: long-term dreams: what they're embarrassed/ashamed to tell others about: regrets: source of pride: source of misery: what they admire above all else: do they believe in fate:
personality
mbti: enneagram: big five: character archetype: star sign: who they pretend to be on the outside: who they actually are/how they feel towards the mask: mental health conditions: how it manifests for them: iq: eq: humour: reputation:
habits
bad habits: mannerisms when stressed: mannerisms when content: mannerisms when scared: mannerisms normally: verbal mannerisms/distinctive speaking style: how do they move across a room: what do they say and what remains unsaid: how they express love: hobbies:
appearance
defining features: eye shape + colour: hair texture + colour: skin texture + tone: vibe: height: build: clothing: any bodily disfigurement (scars, etc.): overall attractiveness: their opinion on their appearance: appeals to:
relationships
who they trust most: what they wish they could do for them: what's holding them back: who they hate most: what they wish they could do to them: what's holding them back: relationship with the protagonist: relationship with the antagonist: siblings: relationship with them: parents/step-parents: relationship with them: previous broken relationships: why did it break: what others expect of them: who believes in them: their mentor character/who they look up to: political/religious/other affiliations: what makes them different from every other character: non-human relationships + why: romantic "type" + why: relationship dynamics:
backstory/background
primary emotion towards their past: primary feelings while in their past: where did they grow up: defining incidents: earliest childhood memory: saddest memory: happiest memory: major accomplishments: their opinion on it: notable people in their backstory: effect on them today: trauma: what have they already lost: financial circumstance:
progression
why are they important (eg. why're they the only one able to do something?): what do they learn about themselves throughout the story: what do they learn about the world: how do they feel towards their newfound knowledge: character arc (positive, negative, neutral): how relationships change because of their actions: what mistakes do they make: what scene is their character highlighted: do they get what they want: why or why not: what happens to them after the story ends:
When your Character...
Gets into: A Fight β ...Another Fight β ...Yet Another Fight
Hates Someone β Kisses Someone β Falls in Love
Calls Someone they Love β Dies / Cheats Death β Drowns
is...
A Ballerina β A Child β Interacting with a Child β A Cheerleader
A Cowboy β A Genius β A Lawyer β A Pirate β A Spy
A Wheelchair User β A Zombie β Beautiful β Dangerous β Drunk
Funny β In a Coma β In a Secret Society β Injured β Shy
needs...
A Magical Item β An Aphrodisiac β A Fictional Poison
A Coping Strategy β A Drink β A Medicinal Herb β A Mentor
Money β A Persuasion Tactic β A Quirk β To be Killed Off
To Become Likable β To Clean a Wound β To Self-Reflect
To Find the Right Word, but Can't β To Say No β To Swear
loves...
Astronomy β Baking β Cooking β Cocktails β Food β Oils
Dancing β Fashion β Gems β Herbal Remedies β Honey
Mushrooms β Mythology β Numbers β Perfumes
Roses β Sweets β To Argue β To Insult β To Kiss
To Make False Claims β Wine β Wine-Tasting β Yoga
has/experiences...
Allergies β Amnesia β Bereavement β Bites & Stings
Bruises β Caffeine β CO Poisoning β Color Blindness
Facial Hair β Fainting β Fevers β Food Allergies
Food Poisoning β Fractures β Frostbite β Hypothermia
Injuries β Jet Lag β Kidnapping β Manipulation β Mutism
Pain β Paranoia β Poisoning β More Pain & Violence
Scars β Trauma β Viruses β Wounds
[these are just quick references. more research may be needed to write your story...]
Writing Resources PDFs
When the heroes asked to meet with you, you thought the situation would be dire, otherwise the heroes would never have dared to ask forΒ yourΒ help, but when they explained their predicament you could not help but laugh at just how ridiculous it was.
βI didnβt know who else to turn toβ¦β
The hero stands at my door, their eyes weary and their clothes muddied and soaked in the downpour. I step out to meet them, feeling the rain on my own scalp, then my hands as one circles their shoulder and the other tilts their face up towards my own. A rage builds up inside me, swirling and burning in my heart. Only I get to do that. Only I get to reduce them to thisβ¦ and of course the hero knows this, too. They know, and theyβve come to me to make this right.
βWho did this to you?β
I can barely hold back the fury in my voice at whoever dared to touch my-
βTh-thatβs not important right nowβ¦ we need to know how you got into our base last time.β
Their trembling voice sends another wave of rage through me. My mind is racing to come up with worse and worse scenarios.
βWas your base invaded by another villain? Iβll kill them. Iβll kill whoever is responsible for-β
βNo, wait!β The hero cried. βYouβve got it all wrongβ¦ you see, we had to walk a long way-β
β-They stole your transportation, too?β
β-No! No, umβ¦β
They usher forth their sidekick, Phillip, who seems rather awkward and embarrassed right now. His eyes dart around nervously and he gulps before speaking.
βIβ¦ accidentally locked us out.β
"Only I get to reduce them to this" SCREAMING NAOBDOBKSBKEV OMGGGGGG
wait the sidekick is named Phillip I KNOW WHAT YOU AREEE

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People who call u without warning for non serious reasons are so scary like if you call me without texting me first im fully assuming youβre in a saw trap or something
NO REAL I HATE CALLING PEOPLE SM ππ LIKE DO NOT JUST CALL ME BECAUSE YOU WANT TO CONFIRM IF I WANT SOMETHING FROM THE SHOPS, MOTHER πΎπΎπΎ
When the heroes asked to meet with you, you thought the situation would be dire, otherwise the heroes would never have dared to ask forΒ yourΒ help, but when they explained their predicament you could not help but laugh at just how ridiculous it was.
βI didnβt know who else to turn toβ¦β
The hero stands at my door, their eyes weary and their clothes muddied and soaked in the downpour. I step out to meet them, feeling the rain on my own scalp, then my hands as one circles their shoulder and the other tilts their face up towards my own. A rage builds up inside me, swirling and burning in my heart. Only I get to do that. Only I get to reduce them to thisβ¦ and of course the hero knows this, too. They know, and theyβve come to me to make this right.
βWho did this to you?β
I can barely hold back the fury in my voice at whoever dared to touch my-
βTh-thatβs not important right nowβ¦ we need to know how you got into our base last time.β
Their trembling voice sends another wave of rage through me. My mind is racing to come up with worse and worse scenarios.
βWas your base invaded by another villain? Iβll kill them. Iβll kill whoever is responsible for-β
βNo, wait!β The hero cried. βYouβve got it all wrongβ¦ you see, we had to walk a long way-β
β-They stole your transportation, too?β
β-No! No, umβ¦β
They usher forth their sidekick, Phillip, who seems rather awkward and embarrassed right now. His eyes dart around nervously and he gulps before speaking.
βIβ¦ accidentally locked us out.β
"Only I get to reduce them to this" SCREAMING NAOBDOBKSBKEV OMGGGGGG
do you guys remember βkick his ass baby i got yo flowerβ
this is like asking a medieval christian monk if he remembers the ten commandments like if not what have I been wasting my years learning
My partner quite literally quoted this last week
Y'all I'm so very normal about being in love (I squealed in happiness while kicking my feet for a solid 20 seconds after seeing this)
YALL I'M SO PROUD IM GETTING OVER MY FEAR OF BEES :D
LIKE TODAY I GOT NEARISH TO BEES WITHOUT BEING SCARED OF THE BUZZING
LIKE I DID BACK AWAY A COUPLE OF TIMES BUT I DIDNT PROPERLY RUN AWAY OR SCREAM OR ANYTHING
AAND YESTERDAY I TOOK SO MANY PICTURES AND VIDEOS OF THEM (with earphones on but I'm still super happy)
NOW I JUST GOTTA TRAIN MYSELF TO DEAL WITH THE BUZZING PROPERLY
YALL IT'S FINALLY SPRING AGAIN I AM EXCITED TO TRY AND GET OVER MY FEAR THIS YEAR
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YALL I'M SO PROUD IM GETTING OVER MY FEAR OF BEES :D
LIKE TODAY I GOT NEARISH TO BEES WITHOUT BEING SCARED OF THE BUZZING
LIKE I DID BACK AWAY A COUPLE OF TIMES BUT I DIDNT PROPERLY RUN AWAY OR SCREAM OR ANYTHING
AAND YESTERDAY I TOOK SO MANY PICTURES AND VIDEOS OF THEM (with earphones on but I'm still super happy)
NOW I JUST GOTTA TRAIN MYSELF TO DEAL WITH THE BUZZING PROPERLY
YALL IT'S FINALLY SPRING AGAIN I AM EXCITED TO TRY AND GET OVER MY FEAR THIS YEAR

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If you're ever flirting with a girl and she doesn't get it, just wait a few years, she'll realise at some point...
You rush into a church to stop the love of your life from marrying the wrong person. Not paying attention you barge in yelling "I OBJECT" only to realize it's a funeral. The deceased immediately rises in perfect health. All eyes turn to you.
"I OBJECT! YOU CAN'T MARRY THIS MAN, BECAUSE I-" She cuts herself off as she opens her eyes. She freezes. Holy fuck it's the wrong church.
"I... Oh my gosh, I am so sorry." she stutters, quietly, slowly backing towards the now open doors. The people in the pews, some sobbing, some crying softly, now stare at her awkwardly, tearing running down their cheeks, tissues in hands.
Before she can get a single foot out the door, a weak banging from the small casket resting on the raised platform near the sanctuary. All eyes fall towards it. The paled officiant almost falls over at the noise.
...After a long pause, he cautiously inches his way towards the coffin. The banging sounds again. "help.." a tiny, muffled voice comes from inside. The officiant undoes the latch pin, shakily lifting up the lid. A putrid stench wafts out, filling the room. But no one was paying attention to the smell at that point...
Suddenly, a decomposed, vaguely moist hand grips onto the edge of the casket. It pulls the rest of its body up, its face almost skeletal. Its cheekbones are very defined, the skin on its, well, everything, close to gone. The eyes, unaccompanied by any eyelids or lashes, are suken in, the iris greyed and hazy. It turns its head towards a woman in one of the front pews.
"Mumma...?" it croaks, weakly.
Screams of terror, gagging and upset sobs at the sight leave Carrie just stood at the door in shock. "What the fuck is going on?" she thinks to herself. She doesn't know whether to go find the correct church she's meant to be at or figure out what the actual hell just happened.
"I'm so so sorry for intruding... I have to go." she says, timidly, barely even audible over the cries of devastation and confusion.
"No, wait." someone in the pews, barely composing themself, speaks up. "What did you just do..? He was gone, for a while, and now he's alive? How did you-"
"I have no clue... Uh..." she says, cutting the person off before she gets more questions, "Sorry for your loss... And whatever just happened.. But I need to go. I'm so so sorry!" she quickly runs out before anyone can stop her.
"STOP, I OBJECT!" She keeps her eyes open this time.
"lying is wrong" what evangelical nonsense is this???
listen to me. lying is morally neutral. and for many people in shitty situations it's a survival tactic.
lying in order to cause harm is often wrong, because causing harm is generally wrong. lying is also done for a myriad of other reasons, including because it isn't safe to speak truth, or because privacy is a thing and damn what an incredibly invasive question to ask in the first place.
truth is earned, my friend.
also, sometimes lying is funny. sometimes it saves time. sometimes it's easier, sometimes it accomplishes a goal, sometimes the truth is nobody's business, or is tricky to articulate, or you don't know what the truth is but are expected to have an answer regardless. sometimes you just straight up want people to stop bothering you. sometimes lying is an experiment to see how much you can get away with. sometimes you just want to be a little mean, yeah.
and in none of these situations is lying automatically "right" or "wrong" it is simply a tool that people will use, and that you will have to make your own decisions about based on situation and context.
climb out of the dark pit of assigning moral values to neutral behaviors. that's puritan thinking that's got its greedy fangs in you, rip 'em out by the root
You've been hired to clean a graveyard every night for 80 bucks an hour. Its haunted. And by god you are going to make that 80 bucks an hour
"Ugh, why's there so many...?" she complains, groggily raking the fallen leaves, her eyes closing slowly as the wind harshly caresses her face. Her boots are caked in mud by this point, the rain from the previous day had softened the dirt, which did not work particularly to her advantage.
She rests the rake on the fence, wiping the hair off of her face with her wrist. She sniffs as cold bites at her nose. As the clock tolls one, the girl yawns, stretching her arms out. She grabs the tool once again and reluctantly goes back to raking.
Drip... Drop... She lifts her head up, looking to the sky. Drip... Drip... Drip... A droplet of rain lands on her flushed cheek as she spots an ominous dark cloud hanging over her... She sighs in annoyance. "Are you serious...? Rain? Now?" she grumbles, "Helpful, very helpful!" her sarcasm drips through her words as she curses the gods who brought this upon her.
Finally, she finishes raking the leaves into one place! And now she has to scoop them all up and put them into a bag, which includes leaning down... Wonderful.
The now soaked girl makes her way over to the darkened church, heaving the rake along with her, when she suddenly hears a hushed whisper... She stops in her tracks, whipping her head from side to side... Nothing. Confused, she cautiously continues onwards.
She lays the muddy rake on the wall and slowly grabs the rusted, damp door knob, intending to find the dustpan and brush that the, admittedly creepy, old man had let her know about. Pushing the door open, she starts to take in the beauty of the interior... The pews highlighted by the light of the moon, the detailed stained glass windows changing the hue of the shine... The aged chandelier swinging from the slight breeze the girl had let in... The shadowed figure next to the lectern-
She freezes, wide eyed... "What the fuck is that?" she whispers, stuck in place. The figure sways over to the nave, blending in with the darkness of the wooden floor. Her voice echoes as she calls out to the figure, "Hello?".
The figure stops in it's tracks, it's head rotating towards her like an owl. She immediately regrets her decision, grimacing at the unhumanlike action. At that, the shadow speeds towards her.
She considers her options... The figure reaches her, but she just stands there, awkwardly. There's a moment of silence as the two blankly stare at each other.
"Hi." she starts, shaking slightly
"Hello, mortal..." the figure responds. It's voice is breathy... Like the wind whistling... It continues, confused, "Why... Why didn't you run?"
"I'm gettin' paid 80 bucks an hour, I'm not risking that" she states nonchalantly
The figure tilts its head, lost, "So... You'd rather possibly die than risk giving up a job that pays 80 bucks an hour?" it questions
"Fuck yeah, have you seen the economy? Either way, it's a win win."
The figure's jaw drops slowly, "Oh, wow..." it ponders the state of the world as the girl yawns a bit
"Anyway, have you seen a dustpan and brush around in there?" she asks, casually
"I- Uh- Yes, I think so..." it looks back into the church, "Near the second row of pews, if I do recall correctly."
"Thanks, dude" she says, walking into the church.
The figure just blinks, bewildered. "People would risk dying than lose a job that pays 80 bucks? What has the world come to...?" it thinks to itself.
SORRY IF IT'S NOT GOOD OR HASN'T GOT PARTICULARLY GOOD PUNCTUATION I HAVENT PROPERLY WRITTEN IN AGES

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YALL I'M SO PROUD IM GETTING OVER MY FEAR OF BEES :D
LIKE TODAY I GOT NEARISH TO BEES WITHOUT BEING SCARED OF THE BUZZING
LIKE I DID BACK AWAY A COUPLE OF TIMES BUT I DIDNT PROPERLY RUN AWAY OR SCREAM OR ANYTHING
AAND YESTERDAY I TOOK SO MANY PICTURES AND VIDEOS OF THEM (with earphones on but I'm still super happy)
NOW I JUST GOTTA TRAIN MYSELF TO DEAL WITH THE BUZZING PROPERLY