One worry that has been created for me is whether my characters would have enough depth or they would only fall flat. I love to roleplay with my friends, but this also bothers me as a writer. If I can't create a character to hold someone's attention in an RP, how can I write a story with interesting characters? The character below is one I made just for this purpose. Also, this is the first time that I have not used a picture for appearance so I would like rough assessment there and I've never used the first person style, either.
Name: My name is Jasmine Glass.
Age: Just a few days ago I turned sixteen.
Race: Pardon? Oh, I am human.
Appearance: Now, I wouldn't say I was the most beautiful woman in the world, but I know that I am not the ugliest. My skin ranges in a coppery tone which offsets my pale green eyes so I know my face is not much to look at when I am not wearing my normal pair of shades. On the other hand, I am proud of my hair. It's long and silky, the best feature I have in the department of looks. I'm by far the tallest girl in town, hovering over all other females, but I lack the figure to match my model height. My limbs are slender where I should have curves and the areas that should be small are rather bulky. Two large feet leave balance from my grasp and are the cause of my many scars. Despite these flaws, I have my hair, and that is enough for me to feel pretty.
Personaliy: I will not mislead you with my own interpretations of myself, but tell you what others have said about me. People have said that I am kind and hyper. Others saw that I'm the curious type. Behind my back they gossip and say that I am self-centered and focus on myself as if I am the only person who matters. This is my life so I am the only person who truely matters in it. Why should I care about others when my needs are more important? I don't mind helping, but I'm my top concern. The world shall spin to my pleasure and that is final.
History: My past you say? Well, I was adopted by my parents at the age of ten. I have no feels of hate towards my real parents, but I do not love these fake ones. They believe that parenting would open the door to love. I believe it just opened the door to a new house, but I would not voice this. I've lived in peace for a long time, but I have been curious of my real parents as of late and their reasons for leaving me. On the eve of my sixteenth birthday, I vowed to find them which should not be hard. The world is here to please me alone so it will surely assist my whim. What if my parents do not what to see me you ask? Well then, that would be ashame for they will answer to my will just as all my other enemies.
