Character Quirks List Novels & Stories

Charm, wit, and a killer smile. And yet. I was still in the truck as he leaned against it and smirked. "I don't like the word no. It's short, clipped, and completely negative in its effect on the world. Therefore, I need to know what your weaknesses are so I can use them against you. Favorite foods, drinks, songs you sing in the shower, places to go, things to see. TV shows - do you prefer Friends or Big Bang Theory. If I was a superhero, which one would you want me to be?" I shook my head. "Do you ever... pause? Stop? Take a time-out? And why do you need to know these things?"

Explains why Mico, the calm and wise companion, gets through to him. ADHD—impulsive, aggressive, hyperactive, full-on and obsessive sometimes. I know a lot of the traits as one of my regulars back when I first came to America had it and was very open about what it was like. Alexi is a tick list of so many only just more extreme, I guess. Maybe that’s what the ODD thing does, amplifies the worst parts.

He then removed his shoes and also walked to where I was standing. Now that I am close to Lewis I kinda notice that both of them are not different, they carry the same charisma. Liam is a very quiet guy. He is a guy with few words while Lewis is aggressive. He talks a lot but not just to anyone. He thinks all girls are b**ch.

I'm probably sleeping in my cozy bed the moment I got home like usual. "I'm glad that you are not corrupted with her weirdness." He blurted out, leaning his back on his chair while still sipping his yogurt. “Weird is better than arrogant like you. You really think I cannot hear you mocking behind me, huh?” Zaina requited and glared at Quir but this guy next to doesn't even give a fuck to Zaina's witty comeback.

I stared at him but he didn't look at me. Seriously, all this fuss because of an ID? In fairness, his nose was perfectly aquiline and it suited well with his handsome face. What else do you expect from rich kids? But speaking of character, anything can trigger them. In my case, an ID. What else? They’re also impatient and surely finicky. “What’sthe big deal about my ID? Did it kill you? Were you injured? Alas, the world has lots of problems to deal with and then there was you, fussing over a freaking ID!”

You said you were unsure of Matt's personality. Matt is a reserved guy. You know, those ones that suffer in silence. He is also one of those people that would more likely stand up for his friends than himself. He's patient (established) and very kind. Then, he's the crazy type( though I believe everyone has a little bit of crazy in them).

he says, faintly disappointed. “But,” I continue, steamrolling ahead, “I picked up a few things. You’re great at sports. Very active. A total adrenaline junkie … a risk taker — even when you race. You’re a San Francisco Boy. Your favorite color is black. You wear Dior Homme Sport. Because you are sponsored. Hate Brussels sprouts, love DQ takeout. You are martial arts obsessed, and wear size eleven shoes. You’re an outdoorsy, camping type. Choose dogs over cats. Have a near-perfect GPA. Only date brunettes. Don’t do relationships. Are terrible at bowling and even worse at croquet. You wear only CK underwear and sleep in the nude.” I exhale.

As she dashed out, a single tear escaped. She looked so pretty that I could not help staring. However, Dad? He was only thinking about the contracts, not even a little wowed by Zara's looks. "This is so annoying. Work's already enough of a headache. Get HR in here. I've got to ask where they found someone so clumsy and flaky." Even though he was getting older, he still had that wild kid streak. He was his own worst enemy. Zara? She had the boot and a big bill to boot. She hardly had any chance of running into Dad again.

Certainly, yes. How about his personality? Well. All I could say is that when it rained outside with negative characteristics, Charlie caught everything on his own. Being boastful. Arrogant. Cold-hearted. Impulsive. Dishonest. And even greed. He's undeniably on top of those qualities and characteristics. "Think whatever you like, you moron! Charlie Frost is just my brother-in-law. Nothing more. Nothing less. So, you better get the hell out of my sight before I'm gonna kill you."

Every day peeled back a new layer of who he was beneath the bravado. He had these strange little quirks that both fascinated and softened me. Like his irrational hatred for vegetables. He loathed them with every fiber of his being but still shoved them down his throat just because I said they were good for him. He’d glare at me across the table, chewing like I’d just sentenced him to death, eyes narrowed with a betrayal so dramatic it was almost theatrical. And yet, every time, he’d finish his plate. Not because he wanted to. But because I asked.