character flaws - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The worst flaw a person can have is that of self-deception. Ben was like that. He acted on impulse and then created the reason for his actions after the fact. If he was feeling good he did good things, if he was feeling negative in any way he did bad things. He felt like his good deeds meant he was a good person and his bad deeds were justified. In truth he never thought before he acted or spoke, he never stopped to ask himself if his response was the right one, or merely the first knee-jerk reaction that sprung to mind. Whatever he said was almost never true, or at least it was only "true" for him. That's why our family fell apart, he wasn't the only one doing it and no two sides of the same story ever matched.
I have all the bad habits Todd worked seven years to loose. I eat the crap, drink the alcohol and treat women like they have an expiry date. He was just like that when we were eighteen. It was a lot of fun. We got drunk, arrested and arrested while drunk. We chatted up the girls and cooked up get-rich-quick schemes. Bit by bit he changed though. It started with exercise and finished with proposing to Kim. Now he's all set to be the responsible husband, the bread winner. I'm like a permanent case of the flu to him and he knows he's only two personal disasters away from catching it again. I tried to cut him out for his own good, let him have the picket fence life he needs. But apparently that's not an option. Last fall I lost my job again, he paid my rent and put in a good word to get me in at the docks. It's good money. So now whatever happens it looks like I'm gonna be “Uncle Frank” to Todd's kids, I guess I'll just have to try not to be too bad of an example.
Eric could see Tom coming his way, from the bouncy stride he knew there was a grin plastered on his face. So typical for him to be happy in the morning. He'd be upbeat, joking, looking for banter. Eric dived into his bag for a book to hide behind. He could stare at the text, act like he had something better to do than talk. Then he could go back to thinking about his new computer program, the functionality was bothering him. There was so much to get right. "Hey, Eric. Went out with Jessica last night!" He let the book sink back into his bag, not fast enough.
"Oh, right. You like her?"
"Boring as hell but those tits, man. There isn't much I wouldn't do for those." Tom winked, grinning wider. Then lowered his voice. "Taking her out tonight too, recon she might put out after a couple of drinks, know what I mean?" Eric did know what he meant. It made him sick. Jessica wasn't boring, she just wasn't a meth head bimbo. He forced a grin.
"Yeah, man. Maybe, maybe," he paused, "gotta go."
The phone buzzed in Michelle's pocket. Mom again. She was lonely since Dad died, always seeking company, asking for little favours that would draw her in for another "quick" visit. They were always an hour or more as she found yet another thing she needed to talk about. The shoe store loomed ahead, discounts on all that footwear she had forced herself to walk past all season long. Sales - the most beautiful word in the English language. She pulled out the phone and set it to silent. Mom wasn't ruining this for her. There was daughterly duty and then there was soft nubile Italian leather, no contest really. After two hours in the store she had spent nearly a thousand dollars, straight on her credit card of course. She turned over the bill in her head and dismissed it; she had all year to pay it off and perhaps with a few carefully placed hints Mom would pay anyway. She'd earned it lately. Two visits a week now! She checked her phone, twelve missed calls... from the hospital? What now?!
Ryan had always had an interest in guns, the way they felt, the power they had, and the destruction they caused. He was a lonely soul, longing for friends, yet his temperament was his down downfall. He would just snap like a twig and a raging hatred was unleashed. The gun would one day come out and a shooting would begin then Ryan would turn on himself. His death would be described like a death by a thousand paper cuts. No one would ever understand his insanity, no one but him.
Agent Carter was like a swimwear model without the charm. Black, clean cut and the recipient of a humour bypass. But if you wanted efficiency he was your man. The FBI had been his childhood dream and he lived it like he was an all action hero. Backing up that muscle was his perfect aim and faultless paperwork. He can't keep a girl though, I hear he cycles through them faster than his razor blades. The job always comes first with him, but he can't stand it the other way around. The first time he's cancelled because they have to work late or see a girlfriend, he pouts and picks up a new girl. In that way his good looks cursed him, enabling his urge to ditch his women rather than work things out and improve his character.
Casey looked at her ideas list again. How could she have been so dumb? Why had they seemed so good last night only to be full of flaws by morning. They would never work! As her mind span it's usual carousel of reasons she would never amount to anything, she pulled out her uniform to check it for fryer grease. There were some spots but it was good enough. Any one of her ideas would take years to build around her full-time work, years of sacrifice, and then what? Then she'd have one more failure to add to her nonexistent resume. No way. She took her list and tossed it in the recycling bag. "No more stupid ideas," she told herself. "You're nothing special, so why even try?" She pulled her blonde hair back into a tight pony-tail and applied her make-up. A pretty girl stared back, a girl with the intelligence to be a professional writer, a computer programmer, an entrepreneur; but all she saw was someone ordinary, incapable and worthless.
Leo was flicking peas. What else was he to do with them anyway? They were the size of rabbit poop, the colour of snot and tasted like yuck. Perhaps if he got his fingers to move faster he might hit the wall. Flick. Flick. Flick. Mom wasn't looking anyway, she just shovelled her food in whilst looking fixedly at a spot on the wall that was just like any other. Flick. Flick. Flick. Faster than a striking cobra she turned and rocketed forwards at the same time, until her face was an inch from his. Every muscle was tense and her eyes bulged. Leo's face fell slack and he became almost as pale as the fashionably off-white walls and carpet. Her words came out like bullets and he was the only target in the room. "I worked to buy those peas. Eat them. Or do you want a smack?" Leo's bottom lip trembled, silent tears fell onto his food tray. Ordinarily he would cry but somehow his voice wouldn't work. Mom retreated and picked her spot on the wall again. His fingers shook and fumbled the peas...
Thoughtless, whimsical, tyrannical, dictator, quarrelsome, glum, teasing, heartless, sour, bully, antisocial, crazy, ill tempered, almost mad.
Obnoxious, lazy, mean, nervous, moody, jealous, inactive, hateful, gloomy, gullible, clumsy, cross, dishonest, doubting, rude, sly, afraid, cruel, fidgety, scornful, rash, pessimistic, angry, worry wart, touchy, critical, confused, grumpy, immature, mischievous, vulgar, timid, thoughtless, rowdy, pensive, restless, picky, risk taking, insipid, terrified, selfish, stingy, suspicious, paranoid, finicky, grouchy, pompous, silly, stubborn, stupid, obstinate.
Sullen, secretive, languid, self centered, opinionated, surly, uncouth, unscrupulous, caustic, domineering, ignorant, grouchy, petulant, scared, slovenly, argumentative, babyish, conceited, complacent, arrogant, dangerous, liar, disparaging, disrespectful, sarcastic.
Spiteful, selfish, appeasing, overly talkative, insensitive, head strong, blind loyalty, treacherous, arrogance, too ambitious, vulgar, prejudice, timidity, lack of authority, petty, vicious, aggressive, repetitive, spoilt, overly ingratiating, stupidity, quick temper, jumps to conclusions
unreliable, resentful, spontaneous idiocy, cockiness, overestimates abilities, troublemaker, thief, malicious, bad cook, greedy, idle, bossy