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 :)


4. Shy Blonde for Queen of Purgatory

Coffee Shop

She was sat in the corner of the coffee shop staring at her phone, desperately trying not to draw attention to herself. Her headphones were pressed too far into her ear canal and the loud music could be heard faintly by the couple at the table opposite. The girl didn't notice; the music blocked out the rest of the world as it was supposed to. Her nails were bitten and the red nail varnish had begun to chip. She chewed her thumb absentmindedly and smiled quietly to herself as she scrolled through Tumblr. As she reached forward to grab her cup, her ash blonde hair fell forward and dipped in the hot liquid. The girl gritted her bright white teeth in annoyance and dried the ends on her hair with a napkin. She took a sip of her drink and promptly delved into a coughing fit as it went down the wrong way. Grey eyes watering, she looked around quickly to make sure that no one was looking at her. Calmed, she went back to scrolling on her phone.


Night Time

Stars reflected in the dark eyes of the girl and her hair shone white in the light of the moon. Her pitch black clothes helped her blend into the shadows that hugged the walls. With her alabaster skin, the girl was light and darkness; night embodied. She preferred the night. There were precious few who were out at this time, making the night hers to do with as she wished. She flicked her hood down, relishing the cold, and shook out her waist length tresses.  A breeze flowed past, causing the hairs to rise on the back of her elegant neck. Sharp collar bone were visible at the base of her throat. As warm breath left her soft, pink lips, it misted and spiralled upwards. She blinked and felt the long lashes that framed her glinting eyes brush softly against her angled cheekbones. Her eyes were by far her best feature.The way she held herself was that of a dancer or someone of royal birth.  The girl only became like this in the depths of night when no one else could see her. The moment other people appeared, she shrank back into the shell that protected her from their harsh words and looks of judgement. She reached up a delicate hand and smudged away the last traces of makeup. She yawned. The night set her mind ablaze but her body was not inexhaustible. It was time to head home.

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