How To Describe A Personality In Writing Novels & Stories

She and her nephew did. “So, I’ll ask you again. How would you describe yourself?” I roll the ring between my fingers, slow, like I’m winding a clock I don’t mean to stop. How would I describe myself? Easy. Hot. Handsome. Dangerous. The obvious stuff, the surface—what people see and want to see. Underneath that is something quieter and uglier. I like order down to the bone. Mess sets my teeth on edge. It nags at me until I fix it, drag it out, erase it. That compulsion is tidy violence; control is its language.

Arrogant, Stubborn, Impulsive, Indecisive, Feisty; Creative, Intelligent, Impatient, Short-tempered, Passion, Courage, Pride. My fingers had stopped to deliberate deeper into my personality traits. I frowned at the list, feeling slightly unimpressed. It should be longer than a toilet paper roll. I am an Empress and now half Luna. I should have all the best qualities available in the universe. I had rummaged through every corner of my brain to produce more. My brain has reached its limits. Any suggestions, Ella? I asked the drowsing serpent. She grunts flaps her tail and dozes off without so much as a word.

If you really didn’t have a name, how would you identify yourself to other people? Kate wasn’t impressed by that one. ‘By my personality, or course. Your argument doesn’t make sense.’ “Yes it does. I said that the more you know about a person, the more they acquire a personality. I know almost nothing about you. You know very little about me. That’s the way it will stay. Almost, if you like, as objects.’ ‘I don’t like being treated as an object.’ ‘Some objects are very valuable. Some people treat their objects far better than they treat other people.’

No commitments, no strings attached, will never have feelings for anyone in this place. I filled up every basic information needed and placed five good pictures of mine. In the gallery, I put most of my photographs. I really like photography. During highschool, I worked as a part-time photographer. Aside from it's my hobby, I had a good time working. It was fun. But kicking that aside, I'm now wondering what should I put in my description. Should I be honest? Or should I put a quote that would reflect my personality instead? That would be crummy and dissatisfactory. Sighing in defeat, I just put a bunny and sun emoji. And ta-da! Now, it's complete.

My heartbeat started to increase rapidly, because of what I'm seeing right now and I'm bothering for my life as if it continues my heart will explode anytime soon. "Sheila, you are really. really... really... a stupid. Go and collect your award from him." I mentally slapped. I have no idea how I had ended up in this situation. He was another version of Hitler and known as arrogant, which was written in the article. His personality is still unpredictable who has no limit to reach his desire, which may cost for another life too.

“I was just wondering what kind of women you like to date. Like personality, looks… etc.….” He raised his brows at my question and stared at me for a moment longer before answering. “I like women with bold personalities,” he began. “Women who are adventurous and not afraid of a challenge. I like women who can write and read strong and put good use to their brains. Intelligence is a huge perk and someone who is easy on the eyes and who also has a nice smile.” Someone like Emily. I felt that sickness returning to the pit of my stomach as he basically described Emily perfectly.

she prompted, folding her hands on the table. “Blake Montgomery, thirty-four, entrepreneur and collaborator on a family-owned business. I have no pets… not really a fan of them but I think I’m quite open-minded. For fun..." I paused to think but then realized I didn't have a ready answer. “I run. Read. Occasionally try to cook recipes of food I ate at a restaurant that stood out to me.” I stopped, being aware that my self-description sounded hollow compared to hers. It was more like a catalog of activities and not an insight into character.

"Ms. Carter, I want to keep what happened right here from happening again. You're the only person who's come closer to stopping it than my medication ever has." “Again, why me?” “I'm not entirely certain, but I've noticed your…uh… personality has a way of distracting me from the unfavorable elements in this environment.” “My personality? You mean my nuisance, dumbness, recklessness and unprofessionalism? Cause that's basically how you’ve described me.” ​“No,” he said with a faint shake of his head. “I mean full of life, kind, chirpy, clumsy. Naive, chaotic, yes. But real.” One corner of his mouth twitched before he caught himself.

Wow, she must really like Caspian for her to act on her own accord. "Impudent. Aggressive. Arrogant. Callous. Vulgar. Self-centered. Zealous. Careless. Impolite. Poisonous. Inconsiderate. Hostile. Skeptical. Wow, you're that much of a person?" I enumerated. "A-Are you insulting me?!" She flared. "Insulting you? Oh my, don't make me the bad guy here. No honey, I'm not insulting you, I'm describing you." I grinned. Hehe.

I shook my head and grinned because of how cheesy the words she just said. "And guess what? It's as though he possesses two distinct personas that combine to become a whole—a whole wonderful person. He's both calm and loud, and he appears to be unable to break plates but secretly likes dark genres. He pretends to be uninterested in his studies, and he appears to be a stubborn guy at times. Still, he genuinely cares about everyone and everything, and he made me so proud earlier this day when he stood up for my friend and risked bruising his gorgeous face."