Okay, you know how hard it is to make those side characters in your writing? There is a website that allows you to create different random identities for all types of characters.
This website literally generates an identity for a fictitious person and makes up the full name of the person, address, maiden name, birthday, blood type, weight, height… and they give it personality - favorite color, website, vehicle, job/occupation, company…
This site is literally amazing if you want to create a random character but you don’t know what to name him/her or you don’t know how to portray them.
You just enter the gender, name set, and the country and hit generate. That’s it. (And yes, you can have Hobbit, Klingon, and Ninja names.)
Here are a few examples:
okay, I hope this helps someone! :) I know it helped me…
These pages have got mad links for helping you flesh out a believable character.
- Villains, Heroes, and Everyone in Between
- What’s in a Name?
- Adding Virtues and Vices
- Adding Quirks
- Is My Character Moral?
Or visit our “character depth" tag!
At some point in our writing careers we will all (probably) have the dubious pleasure of killing off a character. Perhaps this character is a villain, perhaps they are the hero. Regardless, this scene can be quite difficult to write. Especially if you want to make it…
From The Lion King to The Lord of the Rings, every great story features characters that experience sadness. Grief is a natural part of the human condition, and learning to write sadness believably is an integral part of developing a fleshed-out character. Like anger, which we discussed previously, sadness often falls prey to melodrama. A better understanding of sadness—its causes and symptoms—can help writers (like you) develop sadness in a character without resorting to unrealistic melodrama.
So, in today’s post, let’s talk about:
- What causes sadness
- Physical signs of sadness
- Internal sensations of sadness
- Mental responses to sadness
- Cues of long-term sadness
- Signs of suppressed sadness
Here’s a grand masterlist of crime-related resources. This list is organized into categories, so it is recommended that you take advantage of the CTRL+F function on your keyboard. Let me know if something is amiss, if you have a crime-related post and want it added to this…
This being Part 2 of my description showcase. Part 1 (the Basics) can be found here.
Beige prose is the bare-bones description of something. It doesn’t use a lot of adjectives, the adjectives used are basic, and the sentence structure is fairly simple. This is a beige prose description:
The mountain rose high over the still lake. The mountain was grey with green trees growing on it. Its colors were reflected in the lake. Birds flew over the lake. The morning sunlight lit the mountain’s side like a lamp, but did not touch the water. The lake water was mostly blue. The shores were rocky.
Cons of beige prose:
- Dullness – The above sentence is a very boring read. It doesn’t have any variety whatsoever. It tells you what happens and that’s about it.
- Vagueness – “Birds flew over the lake”; what birds? “Green trees”; what kinds of trees? There are also twenty thousand different shades of blue that could pass as lake water blue. Are we talking Marine Blue, Dark Royal Blue, or Midnight Navy? Also, if the lake is mostly blue, what other colors are in it?
Pros of beige prose:
- Understandable – beige prose tells it like it is. You know that there is a lake with a rocky shore adjacent to a mountain with trees and that’s all you really need to picture the scene.
- Concise – It’s 56 words long and conveys the full picture of the lake and the mountain. You can’t get much more concise than that.
Purple prose is at the other end of the scale as beige prose. Purple prose is characterized by long, complex sentences, and the liberal usage of polysyllabic adjectives.
The mountain clawed upward like an unctuous parvenu, reaching towards the dove grey sky with its proud peak. Its sheer face bare save for where the gentleness of slope allowed lustrous evergreens to take root in the meager soil. The mountain was a palimpsest of eons of erosion, seasons, and other such orthographical changes. Pale white sunlight bathed the mountainside where the clouds allowed it, giving the mountain an air of mystical beauty. Reflecting the entirety of this glorious scene was the lake yawning at the mountain’s feet. The sapphire water was still in the biting, frigid morning air, the only movement on its surface coming from the reflections of robins as they flitted over it, singing their melodious aubades. Perhaps the only other quantifiable movement was at its rocky shores, where the water gently stroked at the boulders scattered helter-skelter like a child’s toys.
I need to go wash my hands.