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 :)


10. Conni and Blaire for NightshadeCreepypasa




Blaire was beautiful and she knew it. Her hair, so blonde it shimmered under the sun, was treated twice a month by the same hairdresser as Nina Dobrev and her personal trainer had her on a liquids only diet. Blaire was taller than she would have liked but she compensated by wearing the shortest of short skirts and having legs for days. Her posture was perfect and her skin was unnaturally clear. She told everyone that it was just good genetics but the truth was that her make up took an hour and a half to apply in the morning and she spent forty two minutes each evening cleansing her skin with several creams and moisturisers with names in languages that most people had never heard of. Rule one of being popular: Never let anyone know how much effort you put into being this fabulous. She lifted her Dulce and Gabbana water bottle to her plump pink lips and sipped the fruit infused mineral water that had been chilled to exactly six degrees Celsius (Fahrenheit was so last year).  She daintily swiped her mouth, tossed back her honey blonde hair and then checked the mirror to make sure that she still looked as good as when she stepped out of her house this morning. She did. Of course, she didn't need her mirror to tell her that. Just the reactions of the people around her told Blaire that she looked good. Boys no longer looked her in the eye when talking too her. They were too busy following the drop of the strategically place necklace that nestled between cleavage that was only just appropriate for school. Even some of the male teachers were finding it difficult to keep their eyes up while talking to her. Blaire hadn't received less than an A in any of her classes since she hit puberty. Not that she needed her looks to get good grades. Blaire was top of her class in everything. And if she didn't get the grade she wanted? Well her daddy had recently funded the rising of the new school library. Every time funding was delayed or there was an issue with supplies, Blaire's grades magically went up. She sighed and the teacher stuttered.

Blaire was bored. She leant back in her chair and batted her luscious lashes at the Captain of the football team. She smiled when he dropped his pen. Blaire inspected her gleaming nails (she really did need another manicure) and let her gaze wandered around the room; the twins were sat in the first row, a couple of rows in front of her, scribbling furiously. A weird kid whose name she did not know was hunched in the corner of the room, hood pulled low. A paper ball whizzed past Blaire's head and she turned to see Conni, who had just thrown the missile at one of the twins, and grinned, white teeth flashing furiously. 



A tailor made, fitted leather jacket hung over the back of Conni's chair. One unlaced, Italian leather boot rested on the desk in front of her. She scrunched up the worksheet that she was supposed to be doing and threw it at a geek at the front. No response. She threw another projectile. Still nothing. The next one hit the back of the geek's head and it stayed there. She had stuck her gum on the outside. Conni watched in delight as the geek prized the sticky mess from her hair and cried out in disgust. 

"Please be quiet," the teacher told the geek.

"But sir, Conni threw this at my head. It has gum on it!" The teacher sighed and look to Conni.

"Do you have anything to say, Conni?" Conni nodded slowly and looked the geek straight in the eyes.

"Try peanut butter. Gets it right out." Conni smiled sweetly and twirled the end of her curly brunette ponytail. The teacher went back to teaching. Conni stretched and yawned. The sleeveless shirt was against the schools dress code but she liked the way it showed off each and every one of her muscles. She glanced about the room, looking for a new victim. A hooded kid at the back of the class looked good game, but then again, it wouldn't do to disrupt everyone again. She needed them to take decent notes so they could do her homework later. Maybe she'd save the hooded kid for lunch. 


Conni blinked her blue eyes, trying to stay wake, and pulled her phone from the pocket of her designer jeans, artfully torn with pin point precision. She plugged her headphones in, turned up the volume and scrolled through twitter: #boredinclass. Conni knew that the music was loud enough that the teacher would surely hear it. She also knew that he would do nothing. None of the teachers ever did. They were all too scared that she would light their desks on fire like she did the last time a teacher tried to tell her what to do. The school didn't even try to press charges. Her father was the best lawyer this side of Stanley Park. 











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