Character Store

I've seen a few cover stores ( well, a lot really) but I haven't seen a character store. So I made one. The store is for those small characters who have about a page before they are forgotten or else for those huge crowds that a couple of people stick out of. You can also use a description if you have a character's personality and adventures planned out but can't quite conjure them up in your mind. If you are pressed for time or struggling to find the right words, please feel free to use my descriptions. You can use parts of a description or the whole thing. I do requests as well if you can't find what you're looking for. The only thing that I ask is that you leave a link to your book in the comments so I can check it out because I'm vain like that and like to see my work help others :)


5. Ballet Dancer


One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. With each count, a foot touched the ground as she turned slowly on the spot. The cold tiles of the kitchen floor stung against her bare feet but she could not bare to put those shoes back on again. Her feet were still aching from the show last night and really she should be resting, however resting did not a master make. So danced in her kitchen, performing an Abaresque, a Grande Jete and a Plie in perfect formation. her poker strait plait flicked as she spun and twirled in never ending circles. A sheen of cold sweat covered her bared four pack and her muscles trembled with the tension of the positions. A strand of soft brown hair slipped loose of the tight braid and dangled in front of her face. She blew it away with thin, dry lips but it simply fell back across her nose. A small frown creased her brows as she tried and failed to maintain the Attitude. Breathing heavily, she toppled and slammed into the floor. For a few moments she stayed there, savoring the cool tiles against her flushed face. Eventually she propped herself up, reached for her water bottle and drank the whole thing. After a while, she got back up to continue her practice. She cringed as she took a whiff of her sweat stained sports bra. Her leggings had managed to obtain a rip just under the knee somewhere along the way. It didn't matter. They would serve for this practice. 

She put herself into first position before moving to second, easing her way back up to the more challenging moves. Her toned arms lifted above her heart-shaped head, chipped fingernails hovering just inches away from each other. The girl was not particularly attractive. In fact, she was more average. Her eyes were a dull green and the ends o her long hair were frayed. The only care she took of her body was to shower after practice every day (it was a good way to relax the muscles) and keep herself in peak condition for her dancing. The girl never wore makeup apart for shows and had no boyfriend, pets or other hobbies to speak of and was not particularly close with her family. Dancing was her life. She was slightly taller than most ballerinas, but her talent more than made up for it. As it was, the only remarkable thing about her to see was the beaming smile that crested her face at the end of each show when the audience stood and applauded as she bowed with the other performers. No matter what anyone said or the pain that she put herself through, nothing could turn her away from her chosen path. Because the feeling of a thousand people clapping and cheering for you - words could not describe. And in that moment, when she smiled, she was as beautiful as any of them.



His arms quivered as he held the petite girl over his head. For three more second he held her up before turning and lowering her gently to the floor where she folded herself into a perfect split. The man pirouetted away from her, drafts of air billowing under his sleeveless top. He leaped and glided across the wooden panelled dance studio, beads of sweat running down the side of his shaven head. In one swift movement, he performed a perfect Tour en l'air, flipping through the air, quad muscles tightening and toes pointed as far away from each other as it was possible to get. He landed elegantly, brushing the floor with the tips of his fingers. He stayed there, breathing heavily as the music faded. Finally, he looked up with deep grey eyes to see what reaction the examiner had had to his performance. The examiner stared at him for a while before scribbling something down and nodding for the man to take his leave. The man slowly stood and wiped the moisture from his face with one large hand as he left. He caught sight of himself in the floor length mirrors; straight back, square jaw, a vein pulsing in his neck. His heart beat fast and his throat was parched but he smiled crookedly. He had done okay.

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