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how do you *make* a character? like from scratch ;-;

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FAMILY & RELATIONS

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OTHER — 

FANTASY

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SCIENCE FICTION

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ROMANCE

Love interest

THRILLER / HORROR

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Persons of interest

*if any.

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Cozy treehouse in the middle of the forest

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You know, when I see fictional characters who repress all their emotions, they're usually aloof and very blunt about keeping people at a distance, sometimes to an edgy degree—but what I don't see nearly enough are the emotionally repressed characters who are just…mellow.

Think about it. In real life, the person that's bottling up all their emotions is not the one that's brooding in the corner and snaps at you for trying to befriend them. More often than not, it's that friendly person in your circle who makes easy conversation with you, laughs with you, and listens and gives advice whenever you're upset. But you never see them upset, in fact they seem to have endless patience for you and everything around them—and so you call them their friend, you trust them. And only after months of telling them all your secrets do you realize…

…they've never actually told you anything about themselves.

It was good for a while, being empty. I didn’t hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back.

Myra McEntire

“Our universe grants every soul a twin–a reflection of themselves– the kindred spirit –And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other – even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny ; this is love.”

— Julie Dillon