Characterization Traits Novels & Stories

He said "Can you give me five positive and five negative traits about yourself?' Oh the dreaded question even if it was twisted a bit... "Yes, sir. My positive traits are, I am honest, determined, persevere, adaptable, quick-witted and ambitious, " I replied. "My negative traits are...well as much as I don't think of myself as someone with lots of those, I've been told and also observed that I am fickle-minded, lazy, intolerant, high tempered and a bit clumsy," "If you're lazy then why are you here? You must be aware that there is no place for laziness in a secretarial job. Even you agreed that this is a fast-paced job," He challenged.

He can't get me with that petty attitude. Yes, I get it, you're an undeniably handsome man. And I would assume that through his actions… women will most likely fall for him. But I really don't see myself spending the rest of my life with him. He is very manly and arrogant but not actually boastful, there's a fine line separating the two characteristics. Charismatic is probably the right word for him as a whole. I shook my head at myself. Never focus on a man's every detail because you will eventually fall for him, Athena.

They were interlaid with wide paths, lined with trees, and filled with wildflowers in between. “It’s based on personality traits. It’s quite a cool system, if you ask me,” he said, with a proud smile, and then he shrugged. “It allows people who are inclined a certain way – like, if someone is particularly courageous in battle, say, they’re then grouped with others like them, and they can improve their strengths, which are, for instance, bravery, boldness, you know, and then the downsides to that trait, like rushing in, lack of forethought, they can all work on those together.”

Luckily for her, his descriptions from the staff had been; Intelligent, Kind-hearted, Courageous and Hardworking. But those were just the kind of words that would pop up on a character profile of any other boss. They had to have all of the mentioned traits. She was about to see his true traits. He'd called for her attention minutes ago, and she'd been late again-halted and interviewed by Ms Lily, as she'd implied.

“No, it’s okay, Mommy! Nobody’s mean to me. They can’t bully me anyways, ‘cause I’m the strongest and the fastest and the powerfullest!” He showed off the muscles in his little arms to make me smile, but I was even more worried now. Power, speed, and strength far beyond the others around him – those were all werewolf traits.

The traces Charlotte had left behind were suddenly warm again… alive. They ended up staying in the room for nearly three hours. Josef told her what her mother had been like growing up—bold, strong-willed, unwavering once she decided something, courageous enough to run straight toward what she wanted. Headfirst, no hesitation. “So it sounds like my mom’s personality really is inherited from you,” Violet teased as she flipped through the photo album filled with Charlotte’s childhood pictures. Josef huffed. “I won’t deny it. Neither of us ever liked being told what to do.”

Completely, infuriatingly, annoying. Sky flopped onto her back again, kicking her feet against the mattress. “He walks around like he owns the air. And everyone just lets him. Like, oh, look at Charlie, he’s so mysterious and cool and quiet. Newsflash, he’s quiet because he has no personality.” Lambert tilted his head. “Oh, don’t start with me.” She sat up and jabbed a finger at the dog. “He’s not cool. He’s cold. Like a…refrigerator with abs.”

One that has grand feelings as a woman and with a will of her own. Someone that won't crumble under pressure and who will get me into the Drama club. My hand goes to my chin instinctively and I stroke it. Hmmmmmmm. "You look like you're thinking Janette." My eyes meet Mr Brabell's and he smiles as he takes a seat. I return his warm smile before nodding back at him and settling into the comfy feeling of rumination. "I need a character that can wow them. One that will leave them open mouthed and gaping, a strong character,"

Then there is your talent for being quiet and unobtrusive when we are with other people, which only adds to your air of mystique. ‘Mystique?’ Charley grimaced. "I’m just shy, you know that." "Except with me..." the sunlight glossed his dark hair as he sent her a grin. "... which is when another of your amazing talents puts in an appearance—the wildly passionate and sometimes downright provocative you, like you’re being now." "I am not being provocative!" Charley protested. "What would you call the way you are sitting there curled up in that seat like an innocent kitten when you know your skirt has ridden up to the tops of your thighs?"