Personality Traits Funny Novels & Stories

Seems the more broody the guy, the crazier the girl has to be. “She must laugh at my jokes,” Ilkay gives his opinion. “Smart … but humble. She’s gotta be soft. A little mentally unstable but nurturing.” Not him, too. I have to get in here. “Look, she can be crazy. A little crazy is hot.” And all women are a little crazy. “But not slash-your-tires crazy,” I say, trying to make a point. I don’t want to date a serial killer. “More like accidentally-flashes-your-friends-and-says-oops crazy.”

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

His humour was sharp, and witty, but still sensitive— in other words, the best kind. At the core of Tyler’s personality was his sense of humour. He possessed an innate ability to put me at ease, and this fascinated me because I couldn't tell how he was doing it. His wit was like a bolt of lightning, an electric current that charged the air and cast everything in a new light. His laugh wasn't very masculine— hence why I saw myself looking at his face wondering if the sound I was hearing emanated from his mouth. I loved how his eyes lit when he laughed— his laugh echoing like a sonorous bell that chimed with merriment and conviviality.

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.

"I didn't like her. She wasn't a nice person, and a little too butch-y for me, anyway. And I need to be able to be a goof around my partner. It's an important part of my personality." I laughed, shaking my head. "I can't imagine that. You're always so serious." Sandy smirked at me, running a finger over my hand. "Can't be serious all the time. I'd explode." "I think I'd like to see that." "Oh, you will, promise."

Come to think of it, Lenny was the kind of child that wouldn't pose much of a problem. She didn't like noise, didn't play with the other kids, and had an intriguing personality. If I had a kid, would my kid be like her? Smart, witty, independent, beautiful, and completely adorable? “I guess I am indeed weird. At least, weird is better than unlikeable.” She said, with a little smile on her face. “Hey, can you smile more? I think you look…” I began, only for the smile to disappear, curving into a frown, “Hey, you look pretty when you smile. Why don't you try it?”

He was the funniest guy among us. You know, no matter how perfect a squad or group is, if there is nobody to make it fun then it would be boring. Michael was a funny guy, he could make you laugh out all your intestines. He was good at poking fun and making people laugh, you know... We had once recommended he become a comedian but he rejected it saying there is more to life that comedy.

Lil The play round was over. I needed to be serious because killing people was serious. Cain was a bit of a joker, and he wasn't a boring friend like other people. I also wanted to have friends who always smiled and laughed regardless of their problems. Those kinds of people could live longer in this world, especially that they had high adversity quotient, and they could go through a rough patch in life, and come out of it without losing their mind. There were things that someone laughed about, but the other wasn't affected and made them irritated, though it was normal. I must laugh about it rather than became mad, for it would only destroy the good vibes.

space because he literally has bought most of it Personality Traits: Brilliant but impatient with incompetence Calculated risk-taker (sometimes to a fault) Genuinely curious about people if they're interesting Terrible at small talk; would rather sit in silence Dark humor that makes people uncomfortable Protective of people he loves, to the point of obsessiveness Struggles with emotional expression (shows love through action, not words)

— I ask, since it’s his turn again. — Yeah. Short, cute, kind, funny, preferably with short dark hair and a certain sweetness… if you know what I mean — he says the last part just loud enough for me to hear. — Oh, I know. That sweetness is definitely delicious — I say, smiling when he misses. — What’s your type? — he nods at me and clicks his tongue at the end. — I don’t have a specific type in terms of looks. But personality-wise, I’m drawn to smart, caring, understanding, funny, confident, beautiful girls… with that same sweetness we were talking about — I say, sinking another ball.