Man, after filling out character sheets that felt like homework for years, I finally figured out you don’t need a novel for each person. The only truly must-have thing is the contradiction. A tidy librarian who secretly bets on illegal pigeon races. A fearless warrior terrified of butterflies. That single, sharp internal clash tells me more about how they’ll react under pressure than three pages of favorite foods and eye color ever could. I scribble that core tension at the top of my document and build outwards. Everything else—their voice, their goals, the wounds that shaped them—spirals out from that one broken place.
Some basic logistics are non-negotiable, but keep 'em lean. A concrete, tangible want that drives the plot right now, not a vague ‘to be happy.’ A deep-seated fear or belief, often rooted in a past wound, that actively works against that want. And a distinct voice marker, just a phrase or two of how they talk, so they don’t all sound like me. I used to waste hours on astrological signs and childhood pets, but now if it doesn’t directly fuel the contradiction or the plot engine, it gets cut.