Character Quirks Novels & Stories

I cover my mouth because I almost laugh aloud. I chuckle as I hit him, "It's fine. You have a big personality." I wink at him, then walk past him while I reach his shoulder and pat them. "Yours is bigger than Jericho." I jokingly say that while broadly smiling as I tease him, then notice that he suddenly holds his crotch and then runs away from me. He indeed acts like a kid, and he is so cute. I like him. Not because he is extra, extra-large, ok?! I like his personality, and he is sweet.

"Nope. Do you?" "Nah. Do you have any weird quirks? Like, my best friend says I always cross my legs when eating, but never when I’m drinking." His eyebrows rose. “Why are we having this interview session, giglio?" "We're playing twenty-one questions, Luca." I rolled my eyes. "You're weird." He just looked at me for a while. "Oh, I know. So, quirks?" -------------------------------------------------------------

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).

It regretfully said, '...' The woman went silent for a few seconds. After organizing her ideas, she then began throwing questions at it consecutively. Her intention was to check if the person was really only someone immune to mind skills, or if there was another secret that she could find out... 'What are his skills?' 'His weaknesses?' 'How about his hobbies?' 'Who are the people important to him aside from his uncle?' Some random queries were even included to the list,

Chapter 23: A Favorable Wind The Quinn Residence, Backwoods, Temperance, South Dakota... Jarrett A. Quinn was a vastly peculiar man, and even the residents of Temperance, South Dakota thought him an oddity. His nature was that of a vulgar man with a heated temperament and low beady blue eyes that seemed to stare right through the soul of anyone full enough to look him straight in the eye but never reflected what was inside him when one hoped to look for a soul behind them. He spent the better part of any day he wasn't working, drunk off his arse and sitting in his lazy boy armchair with his trusty rottweiler dog Brutus beside him. Layla had not known much about her mother, but her father ha

Seemed like the more people who knew what I had going on inside my head, the better these days. Trill shook her head. "Not me," she said. "Iepa." For the love of all that was blessed and elemental. That I could get angry about. Didn't have a chance. Not with tall, blonde, and handsome winking at me again. I thought Quaid had the whole leer thing down to an art. Even my friend Ram back on Demonicon couldn't hold a magic candle to the smarmy smile and eye drooping wink this character threw my way.

She said then looks at me. “I mean he is quiet, arrogant, insensitive guy I’ve met and you like him for stupidly almost 4 years!” she exclaimed. She is actually overreacting. Skylar is not arrogant; he has just a truthful mouth. He is not quiet; he just doesn’t want to interact with so much people. He hates it. He is not insensitive; he actually cares to people around him.

But it was quickly replaced by a practiced smile – a dazzling display of perfectly white teeth and unwavering confidence. “Annalise,” she repeated, a knowing glint in her eyes. “The spirited one, isn’t she? All fire and… quirkiness.” The way she said ‘quirkiness’ dripped with a subtle condescension. I bristled inwardly. Annalise’s spirit, her individuality, were the very things that drew me to her. “Annalise is many things,” I countered, my voice firm. “She’s intelligent, kind, and has a laugh that can light up a room.”

"It's no exaggeration to say that he's just some scornful fishwife. Reasoning would never work with him—you have to be drastic!" "Drastic?" Jada smiled slyly. "I know what to do. Just leave it to me!" "Just don't go overboard. There's nothing he won't do, and being despicable is his privilege which he would deny you, if not make you pay for it!" Frank knew all too well how difficult people like Mr. Quaker could be. Not only were they loudmouths and made a fraction of a mistake, but they would also latch on to it and use it as leverage against you!

“Always have been. Little things. Patterns. Guys who disappear during lights-out and come back smelling like night air instead of sweat and piss.” My mouth quirks. “You should get a hobby.” “I have one,” he replies smoothly. “Watching people who think they’re smarter than they are.” “You know,” I say lightly, “if you wanted a tour, you could’ve just asked. No need for the dramatics.” He chuckles. “You always deflect like this?” “Only when people start getting ideas above their pay grade.” That gets a reaction. His shoulders stiffen. “I know about you and Quincy,” Ramos says suddenly.