Character Quirks List Novels & Stories

Charlie muttered, "solid nine out of ten. Should I stretch? Do supernatural wolves appreciate warm-ups?" Rivener shot her a look. "Making jokes won't make this less dangerous." "Oh, that's where you're wrong. Humor is my only coping mechanism. If I don't joke, I'll panic, shift into something embarrassing like a squirrel, and get eaten." A pause. "Do you actually shift into a squirrel?" he asked, genuinely concerned. Charlie opened her mouth to say no. Closed it. Then shrugged. "Let's... hope we never find out." He huffed—half frustration, half reluctant amusement. "Stay close. And if anything feels wrong, we leave."

"Let's not forget her habit of making decisions that she believes are best for everyone, mostly being best for herself," "I know right? Her decisions are almost always tilting to her interest. And let's not also forget her inferiority complex and anger issues," "Timidness, subconsciously simulated childishness, her belief that even if she's wrong, she shouldn't be scolded—" "Pompous and confident in a way that doesn't mix with her inferiority complex. It's sort of strange, honestly," Scarlette stroked her cheek thoughtfully. "I can't begin to explain. She's a mixed character. One minute she's like this, the other minute she's like that," I sat up and watched them with lips parted as they rip

Thalia wanted to ask what he meant by that but then Carter continued as he spoke while rubbing her back in circular motion. “Take Caroline for example, on the surface she is a fantastic mother but underneath she is downright paranoid. She doesn’t handle changes well and it's in her nature to reject strangers. She also has a big problem trusting seers, which is something not very common.“

"It's a little weird that schedule, huh?" "Oh yeah. But I've gotten used to it. I mean Lee is right, it's easier this way." "You know I really can't believe you're his girlfriend, you seem so down to earth and nice." "Oh, I'm not. I'm sarcastic, bad temper, smart mouth, I like to hit people. I've broken three girls' noses. I'm a nuisance really." "Well annoy me anytime." "There you are baby." Lee approached us. "Been looking everywhere for you. Hey, Quin!" The boys hugged.

Otherwise i have to listen to many questions i don’t even know the answer of. “Shut up, you freaking like someone?” She asks again. I nod my head. “Oh my gosh I think I know who it is!” she says excitedly. “Its Toby isn’t it.?” “Toby Arnold, the guy who ate chalk in 6th grade.. The guy who licks his fingers when no one is looking. The one who confessed he liked me in front of my class by standing on the teachers table saying ‘I like ju Shummer’ Because he has huge braces on?” I ask. She nods.”No! shit, hes gross as hell. Even grosser than me.”

“My answer to that would be far too nerdy. I’ve read every post-apocalyptic book out there.” “List your unpopular opinions?” “Too negative.” “Pros and cons? Or what about obscure skills?” “Does it mean, like, juggling?” “Well, what about listing the things that stand out about you? Not generic interests like ‘enjoys travel and good food.’ You want to put unusual, funny things that only those who have the same interests as you will recognize.” “Right, that makes sense.” I think hard and type a few sentences, tweaking them until I’m happy with them. Charlie reads it and laughs. “It’s so you.”

'' “Stupid girl!... That's right, there are some of our traits attached to you. But, Atthy. Do you realize it?'' ''What?!... Asking, after calling me stupid!'' shouted Atthy curtly with lips slightly forward. ''You are! Atthy, some of our traits are mixed up. Not only you. Keffy, Reeve, Ray, Leon, and Tora. Some of our characteristics also exist in you all. But no matter what our nature is with you, we still can't change what is already there." ''What's that?!'' ''Self.'' ''Ha?!'' ''Atthy, there is Dira's character in you, stubbornness... Tenacity. Many say that's my nature... Your brave and loud attitude can master situations and circumstances... They were Halvir and Aefar... But what makes

“Another tick in the you-are-too-good-to-be-true column. Are you a serial killer?” He threw his head back in laughter. “I do have flaws. Thankfully not of the serial killer variety.” I narrowed my gaze on him. “Hmm, I’m not so sure you have any so-called flaws.” “You know nothing about me,” he pointed out. That was a challenge if I’d ever heard one. Time to test him and his interest level while showing just how observant I was. “You’re a workaholic who probably orders food in every day or has one of those meal delivery box services. Some big condo that overlooks the lake, devoid of personality or comfort. Your employees dislike and respect you at the same time.”

"When you feel stressed, or bored, or out of control. You provoke me, and you don’t stop until I put my hands on you." My face heats up instantly. The chemical warmth of the painkillers is suddenly replaced by a sharp, prickly flush of embarrassment. I try to pull my shoulder away from his hand, but his fingers tighten just a fraction. Not allowing me to run away from wherever this is headed. "I like being a dick," I snap. The defensive reflex kicks in instantly. "It’s a personality flaw. Ask Chana." "No." Kir leans closer. "I’ve spent two decades reading people. Finding their weak points. You don’t do it to throw a tantrum. You need me to grab you. I need to know why."

“Oh really? 5'2, blood type O-, the typical American mutt with Irish-Sicilian roots. Born midnight, May 1, under a new moon to a talented artist and unfortunate bassist-turned-lawyer. You're a track star with a fondness for BLTs and a penchant for running with the wrong crowds. Miraculously, you keep your grades Ivy-worthy and even manage to captain the Bio Olympiad team in your spare time. Smart, stubborn, and strong-willed, you hate to lose. Almost as much as you loathe me.” “You dream of becoming a naturalist. You want to travel the world, documenting discoveries in your notebooks for all to see. You've told no one of your aspirations, and no one knows of your journeys to the wood