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This is a character showcase/ help. Keep in mind, these are only prototypes for my ocs that I plan to build apon later.
While I want to create this big world for someone to roleplay with and maybe even write for myself, I need good character dynamics.
I have two characters, a teenage boy from the 1950s and a young veteran that looked like he stayed forever in the 1940s.
The teen boy ran away after having a horrible day at school and ran so far from home that he doesn't know where is. He's meant to be a character that's like any other kid, he wants to be popular but he doesn't have the charismia for it, but tries really hard. Also comic book geek.
The veteran has a much bigger backstory with love, loss, freedom, and regret to his life. He appears surprisingly young (I know this is cliche, but his appearance would look similar to Chris Hemsworth. I know this might date me horribly and he might age horribly, but as of 2021, He looks like him) He's cold, but also kind and much more charismatic than the teen boy, acting as a father figure he wants to be.
I just need a little more help fleshing them out. My mind goes blank at times, is this writer's block? Here's everything I have to write about them.
Trouble always seems to follow me wherever I go. Life's regularly given me a ''kick me sign'' behind my back every corner I turn. I ran late for school, got rejected by the prettiest cheerleader, and now I have no idea where I am.
After wanderin' all by my lonesome, my stomach rumbled and I had some lunch money so I dropped by the street vendor for a hot dog and small drink and that's when I saw him across the street. He looked like he'd belong to the 1940s with his slick, bleached, Hollywood haircut and olive green bomber, but despite that looked no older than his mid-thirties. He had no obvious military apparel, but every once of me told me was in it, for sure. Every so often I would glance at him while taking a sip of cola. He had these cold, yet kind eyes that somehow got to look back at me with this almost sly smile on his face. I finally waved at him and to my surprise, waved back at me. After a few more gulps of cola, the man walked off the bench and a small trinket glimmered as it fell out of his pocket...
While I want to create this big world for someone to roleplay with and maybe even write for myself, I need good character dynamics.
I have two characters, a teenage boy from the 1950s and a young veteran that looked like he stayed forever in the 1940s.
The teen boy ran away after having a horrible day at school and ran so far from home that he doesn't know where is. He's meant to be a character that's like any other kid, he wants to be popular but he doesn't have the charismia for it, but tries really hard. Also comic book geek.
The veteran has a much bigger backstory with love, loss, freedom, and regret to his life. He appears surprisingly young (I know this is cliche, but his appearance would look similar to Chris Hemsworth. I know this might date me horribly and he might age horribly, but as of 2021, He looks like him) He's cold, but also kind and much more charismatic than the teen boy, acting as a father figure he wants to be.
I just need a little more help fleshing them out. My mind goes blank at times, is this writer's block? Here's everything I have to write about them.
Trouble always seems to follow me wherever I go. Life's regularly given me a ''kick me sign'' behind my back every corner I turn. I ran late for school, got rejected by the prettiest cheerleader, and now I have no idea where I am.
After wanderin' all by my lonesome, my stomach rumbled and I had some lunch money so I dropped by the street vendor for a hot dog and small drink and that's when I saw him across the street. He looked like he'd belong to the 1940s with his slick, bleached, Hollywood haircut and olive green bomber, but despite that looked no older than his mid-thirties. He had no obvious military apparel, but every once of me told me was in it, for sure. Every so often I would glance at him while taking a sip of cola. He had these cold, yet kind eyes that somehow got to look back at me with this almost sly smile on his face. I finally waved at him and to my surprise, waved back at me. After a few more gulps of cola, the man walked off the bench and a small trinket glimmered as it fell out of his pocket...