When Your Characters Feel Flat....

When Your Characters Feel Flat....

1. Give Them Contradictions

Nobody is consistent 24/7, and your characters shouldn’t be either.

“She was always kind, always helpful, always smiling.” what is she, Jesus? “She was kind, but she had a sharp tongue when someone pushed her limits.” not perfect but we can fork with this

Contradictions add dimension. A character who is kind and irritable when tired, is more human than one who’s perpetually pleasant.

2. Give them flaws and shit

“He was brave, but his impulsiveness often made things worse before they got better.”

3. Add habits or what they say, umm....quirks

Quirks make your characters memorable without needing an info dump.

“She was shy.” or maybe.... “She tugged at her sleeves whenever someone asked her a direct question, her gaze darting across the room like she was searching for an escape route.”

4. Their interactions with people, animals, objects

“He was a loner.” that's it? or...“He kept his coworkers at arm’s length — just a guy in the background, clocking his hours, counting down the minutes until he could go home to Dusty, his dog, his favorite being in the world.”

5. Their habits/traits/quirks could be explained by their backstories

Why are they the way they are?

“She never trusted anyone.” Or...“She never trusted anyone—not after her best friend turned on her in high school, a betrayal that still stung ten years later.”

6. Add some form of "Internal Conflict"

“He didn’t want to leave.” Or...“He didn’t want to leave, but staying meant admitting he cared—and caring always led to heartbreak.”

7. You could make them perfect if you want but please for the love of God, don't.

Just don't. It's a major turn-off.

“She was confident in her abilities.” or....“She was confident in her abilities—until she stood on stage and realized she couldn’t remember the first line.”

8. Allow them a character arc. Evolution.

Because simply put, Stagnant characters are flat characters.

Let's say there's a girl who sees asking for help as weakness — she hides her bruises, builds her walls, endures alone. But over time, not through grand speeches but through small seemingly unsignificant moments she learns that letting people in isn’t weak. She realizes relying on others, and letting others rely on her gives her strength and hope.