Novel & Cerita Quirky Personality Traits

I cut him off. "I was gonna say good personality." He teased with a cheeky grin. I chuckle. "Oh yeah right. Good personality." He chuckles softly. "Then here comes the white tiger. A dying breed. These kind of women has a strong personality, who is very independent, difficult to analyze and has high walls built around them. They make sure they secure themselves and that's why these women are hard to get. They know what's gonna happen before it actually happens." I nodded at him.

"When you feel stressed, or bored, or out of control. You provoke me, and you don’t stop until I put my hands on you." My face heats up instantly. The chemical warmth of the painkillers is suddenly replaced by a sharp, prickly flush of embarrassment. I try to pull my shoulder away from his hand, but his fingers tighten just a fraction. Not allowing me to run away from wherever this is headed. "I like being a dick," I snap. The defensive reflex kicks in instantly. "It’s a personality flaw. Ask Chana." "No." Kir leans closer. "I’ve spent two decades reading people. Finding their weak points. You don’t do it to throw a tantrum. You need me to grab you. I need to know why."

Orange was quite in an awkward position as he wasn’t in the same animal category. But, he blended in quite well. “Orange!” Crazy slung his arm on Orange’s shoulder. “Buddy, I really love your attribute.” “You mean… one of my attributes?” He said cheekily. “Holy moly!” Crazy reacted crazily and lived up to his name. “How many attributes do you have, really?” Smart took the liberty to ask the sensitive question. “Well, if you don’t mind stating it. I understand that our attributes are a sensitive topic by default.”

I shrugged. The white haired male looks like he’s reflecting a lot. Well, it’s a given if he’s talking to me. I am the most oddballest oddball of my family, confirmed by my anime and manga loving circle. People talking to me either ended the conversation quite instantly, or trudge deeper into the verge of madness facing my strange behavior. I just can’t help it, God adds more odd personality when creating me so here I am, a strange kid named Marcus Collins. The male sucked a sharp gasp, obviously at the verge of osing his patience. I am quite apologetic for him but that’s what you get if you talk to me.

That quiet personality he has tried so hard to build. I mean, her talkativeness and bugging is enough to disorientate anyone.

“Arya darling, you said your nerves are thick but in fact, it is not true at all. I think the one whose nerves are thicker is my smart and capable son. He had told me about some of the things the both of you had done to get along with each other and some of your thoughts. Aru you have thought a lot and I think it is because you truly want to be with Jack. However, Shelly had also thought a lot before and she had over confident personality but you don’t.” Arya was even more confused. Jack Mother, do settle this quickly! She really has no confident personality, so her Elderly Parental Phobia attack is very distressing. “Auntie, I don’t really understand this.” Jack Mother smiled and said.

she told him. Trent nodded and sat back. “I think I’m a good judge of character. You are…” he paused trying to find the right word and decided to use the word Harry had used. “Quirky, and a good person. I don’t think your hobby meant any harm. You never crossed the line.” “Quirky huh? You’ve talked to Harry about me I see,” she said, with a half-grin this time.

Charlie was not angry after she mocked him. Instead, he simply said patiently, “Your face is indeed flushed today, and you seem to be overjoyed. However, your eyebrows are too hostile, which proves that you do not have a good nature. Although your eyes are big, it is slightly prominent, so it can be seen that you’re a narrow-minded person with malice. Your lips are thin, and you have a sharp mouth, so this is the typical thin lips and sharp mouth which demonstrates that you’re usually sarcastic and like to cause trouble, which are all traits that can easily get you into trouble.”

"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.

So how would I describe myself? I would say, beautiful, confident, adventurous and free-spirited. My mom called me an adrenaline junkie during one of our arguments. My daddy told me one of the qualities he admire about me is my charisma. A colleague said I am unpredictable. I've also been called mischievous, too playful, the ice princess and a blond bimbo. The latter, many times by people who don't really know me. I bet Mia also think I'm just a blond bimbo.