Character Analysis

(Your Character’s Name)

General Information

Full Name:  
Place of Birth:  


Physical Appearance

Body Type:  
Eyes: large, curious  
Any other Physical Distinctions:  


Family Relationships:

Relationship with Mother:  
Relationship with Father:  
Relationship with Siblings:  
Other relatives:  
Relationships with Other relatives:  



Social Relationships:           

Romantically involved:  
Spouse (if any):  
Best Friend:  
Relationship with Best Friend:  
Relationship with Friends:  
Relationship with allies:  
Relationship with Enemies:  


Personal Characteristics

Physical strengths:  
Physical Weaknesses:  
Mental strengths:  
Mental weaknesses:  



Life up to now: Happiest moment:
  Proudest moment:
  Saddest moment:
  More embarrassing moment:
  Scariest moment:



How would you describe your life overall?  
What is your most memorable moment?  
What has been the most important event in your life?  
What do you consider your greatest achievement?  
What is your number one regret?  
When were you the most afraid?  
What is your greatest fear? Why?  
What is the most honorable or “good” thing you’ve ever done?  
What is the most “evil” thing you have ever done?  
Have you ever been in love or had a crush on someone?  Why? What did you admire in them?  
Do you have a notorious or celebrated ancestor/relative? Does that affect you?  
What is your deepest secret?  
What do you think of your childhood?  Teenage years?  Adulthood?  
What part of your life would you consider “the good old days”?  
What is the worst fear of yours that you have actually faced?  Why?  
Who are some people you admire?  Why?  
What qualities of yourself are you proud of?  What qualities would you like to change?  
If you had just one wish, what would you wish for?  (If you can’t wish for infinite wishes).  
What would you do with ten million dollars?  
Do you believe in fate/predestination?  Do you believe that you are responsible for your actions?  
Do you think having fun or working hard is more important?  Which do you favor?  Just how much?  
Would you prefer suburban, glittery city-life, or plain country life?  



What three words would you use to best describe your personality?  
What three words would your best friend use to describe you?  
What three words would your mother or father use to describe you?  
What three words would your arch-enemy use to describe you?  
Do you seek adventure or avoid it?  
Do you tend to argue with people or avoid conflict?  
Are you a listener or a talker?  
How long does it take for you to trust others?  
Do you hold grudges?  
Do you think you are brave?  Do you think others might describe you as brave?  
Do you believe more strongly in morals or in deciding things on your feelings at the moment?  
Do you tend to take leadership roles in social situations?  
Would you rather go to a good party or watch a movie that you’ve been waiting for six months to come out?  
Do you like hanging out in large groups of people, or do you prefer smaller groups of no more than six or seven people?  
Are you generally introverted or extroverted?  


Personal Emotions

What makes you sad?  
What makes you happy?  
What makes you mad?  
Do you have any biases or prejudices?  
What do you think of love?  
What do you think of law?  
What do you think of obedience?  
Do you believe in self-sacrifice for the greater good?  
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?  
What do you consider “beautiful”?  
What do you consider “ugly”?  
What do you think about your own looks?  


Religion and Morals

Do you even believe in God?  
What do you think about God?  
If you believe in God, do you believe in having a personal relationship with God?  
Do you think of God as an abstract being or more as a concrete person in everyday life?  
If you believe in God, do you also believe in faith with foundation in a type of religious book/law?  
Do you think you need God?  
Do you think it is more important to obey God or follow your own ideas and plans?  
What do you think about controversial issues regarding morals?  
What are some strong beliefs you have?  
What are some practices/cultural items you are strongly against?  
Do you believe in clear cut “good” and “evil”?  
Do you enjoy being “good” better or a little “evil”?  
What is your view on the afterlife/heaven/hell?  
Do you consider yourself “religious,” “spiritual,” or avoid religion altogether?  
If you believe in God, do you think of him as loving and merciful, or judging and angry?  
Do believe more strongly in science or religion for explanation of life?  
What is your view on how life came to be?  


Personal Relationships                   

Who is the most important person in your life? Why?  
Who is the greatest role model in your life?  
Who is the person you respect the most? Why?  
Who is the person you despise most? Why?  
Who is the one person you have loved most in your life?  Why?  




What are your goals for the future?  
Do you think more about the future and your goals or stay more in the moment?  
What goals do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?  
Where do you see yourself in five years?  
Ten years?  
Twenty years?  
Forty years?  
Sixty years?  
If you could choose, how would you like to die?  
Do you want to have children?  If so, how many?  
What is the one thing you would like to be remembered for after your death?  



Hobbies/Leisure time

What are some of your hobbies?  
What is your favorite sport?  
What are your favorite songs/What is your favorite genre of music?  
What are some of your favorite movies/What is your favorite movie genre?  
Are there any TV shows you watch regularly?  
Do you prefer indoors or outdoors in your leisure time?  
Do you spend leisure time more with yourself or with others?  
Do you willingly sacrifice leisure time to work hard on your homework/job?  
Are you interesting in sports?  
Do you spend leisure time actually relaxing or being busy with fun activities?  



Your sister texts you while you are away at summer camp/business trip (depending on your age) and says your mother has broken her arm and is in the hospital.  She has to have surgery and wants you to be there.  But your trip is kind of important for your school/job.  What do you do?  
You’re sitting in a restaurant and suddenly the girl in a booth next to yours starts coughing hard.  She may or may not be choking.  How do you respond?  
You get a huge load of work for school/your job (depending on your age).  You have a whole month to do it, though.  Do you ration it out for every day, put it off, do it all now, etc.?  
There’s a snake in your yard.  It’s really big, with a large head.  What do you do?  
You say something really stupid to a teacher/boss because you’re really tired.  A fellow student/coworker laughs at you and makes fun of you.  How do you respond?  
You hear a knock at your front door.  Do you peek out the door first or just open the door?  
You are the captain of a ship that’s going to sink.  You have one super-comfy lifeboat which can fit three people and an uncomfortable, leaking lifeboat that will work but is unpleasant that can fit three more people.  If you have five people :

1.  A 50 year old husband who is an atheist.

2.  A 60 year old grandmother of two, but how is nasty to you and complains incessantly.

3.  A 16 year old girl training for the Olympics.

4.  A 3 year old who is afraid of boats.

5.  A 25 year old pregnant woman who is deaf.

How do you arrange the people in the boats, and, as the sixth person, which boat do you place yourself in?

Your friends are all pressuring you to buy the newest trends in clothing; what do you do?  
Your “friend” spreads gossip about you.  Then they avoid you.  What do you do?  
You really want a new phone that has come out but can’t afford it.  What do you do?  
(For a girl) You have perfectly straight hair and are inordinately proud of it.  Over time, your hair starts becoming curly.  Do you learn to accept it or straighten it?  
(For a boy).  Every other guy in your social group is going to a horror movie that you really don’t want to see.  They all want you to go so they can hang out with you, though.  Do you go?  



So, I’ve been working on character analysis a lot, and I thought you might want to see this chart. It’s been helping figure out my characters, and keep everything straight on paper, not so much in my mind! Hopefully this helps fellow writers out there. Enjoy.

Amelika I Kaumaha



Sending Off (pt. 2)

Amber hummed along to the radio.

The eight-year-old was on her way to the airport with her family, sending off the Bennett family’s only son to Hawaii for three weeks.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon. You’ll be fine,” Spencer whispered in his little sister’s ear, reassuring her. He knew she was worried about him being away, but he would not give up this trip. It was a once in a long time opportunity. After years of studying, he would finally be able to put his Hawaiian to use.

“I hope so,” Amber replied.

Spencer stayed quiet for a minute. There was a lot more to this then just going to use is Hawaiian.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Spencer asked

“I don’t know.”

“’Kay, whatever.” He paused, and watched his little sister for a minute. She was special, and not always in the good way.

The taxi driver drove them in silence the rest of the way to the airport, watching the girl out of the corner of his eye. He’d seen her before.

            Ralph was Spencer’s biological father. He was moody, and didn’t care for Amber much. He didn’t like the idea of adoption. He found, after having Amber two years, that adoption was an adventure, at least.

Lu, his wife, was a calm, quiet ladylike woman, keeping Ralph’s temper in check. He often lashed out, furious at Amber. She had caused them amounts of trouble over the year, in varying sizes. So far the worst she had done was cause the neighbors a tantrum, a lone silhouette wandering around in the middle of the night. Soon after calling the cops, they found the young girl.

Amber was a free spirit. She also wasn’t a human spirit. Having the ability to control plants, water, fire, and ice proved that. Spencer was the only other person who knew about what Amber could do. Whenever she was in human form she had straight, light brown hair, and deep brown eyes. Freckles dusted across her olive cheeks, and her hands and feet were rough and calloused.

When she was in her ‘unnatural’ –as she and Spencer called it— state she had dark black hair, and ruby red eyes. She was more muscular, a bit taller, and seemed to almost glow. But she didn’t have full control over her unexpected abilities. She tried not to use them, but it was hard. She would sneak out to try to practice now and again, but she rarely had the time or energy.

That night, after the airport, the rest of the family went out to dinner. By the time they arrived home, it was late, and Amber went to bed immediately.

Weeks passed, the family’s life at home continued normally. Spencer would call and recount his experiences. His host family was very kind, and he was becoming friends with the middle brother.

“He’s pretty nice,” Spencer explained. “There are three boys, Kahikina the oldest is seventeen, Hani is the middle and fourteen, and Makana is the youngest, only two years older then you.”

“Say something else in Hawaiian!” Amber begged.

“Um, okay. Pehea e pili ana i keia mea?”

“What did you say?”

“Never mind. How’s it going down in Orlando?” Spencer asked.

The Bennett Family lived in Orlando, Florida, in the suburbs. They lived in a smaller house, and people often asked them how often they’d been to Disney, Sea World, Universal and other theme parks. Amber had never, while the rest of the family had been to Disney twice, and that was it. Money was getting tighter, as Lu had just lost her job.

“Good, I guess. Nothing very interesting is happening. Lu is still looking for a new job. I think she’s going to give her resume to Siemens,” Amber said.

Amber refused to call any of her adopted parents ‘Mom’ or ‘Dad’. She didn’t think they deserved the respect, so she often just called them by their first names. Or nicknames. Often she called Ralph ‘Jerk-Face’ or ‘The Soulless One’. Spencer had no idea where she picked these names up, but he didn’t care all that much. But it did make his parents, Dad especially, annoyed.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to know about that,” Spencer noted.

“Well, I’m not, but I know about it anyways. Ralph was having a fit about it last night, so that’s how I know.”

Most of their conversations were quick as these, but they had multiple a day, so Spencer let it slide.

            The next day Spencer was to come home. Amber was energized.

“How long?” She asked for the, what it felt like to Lu, millionth time.

“How about you go outside, burn off some of the excitement?” Lu suggested.

She paused, and gave Lu a curios look, which bothered Lu a bit. Eight-year-olds weren’t supposed to question their mothers. They were supposed to do as they were told.

“Alright,” Amber said, picking her words carefully. Then she darted outdoors, happy for the fresh air.

Amber picked her way through the trees, making her was down to the lake. She hadn’t used her strange abilities the whole time Spencer was away, but she decided she ought to try now. She knew that eventually, Spencer wouldn’t be home all the time. He’d go to college, get a girlfriend, get married, and Amber would be on her own again. But that was okay, as long as she could talk to Spencer.

By the time Amber had reached the crystal clear waters, the sun had set. Darkness webbed throughout the trees, making itself at home, and the moon glancing down at its newfound territory.

Amber touched the water’s edge, watching the ripples race away from her fingertips. Amber often wondered who her real parents were. Why had they gotten rid of her? Did she have any siblings? And did they have powers too? Amber obsessed over that question. Hundreds sprouted from that inquiry.


Quickly, she turned, to find Lu staring at her from glassy eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Amber inquired, surprised Lu would cry. Sure, she was emotional, but what was there to be dejected like Lu was now?

“I— oh Amber! It’s too terrible,” Lu stepped forward, to the rock Amber sat upon, setting her arm across Amber’s shoulders. “Spencer . . . He—”

“What happened to my brother?” Amber yelped, standing up briskly. Something had gone horribly wrong in Hawaii. Thomas warned her, but she had figured her ghoulish friend wasn’t talking about her brother.

“She not just your brother, child!” Lu chided.

“What happened,?” Amber growled, lowering her voice in as though she was threatening a little bit more than being mad at Lu, again.

“Do not use that tone on me, girl. Now as for Spencer—” her voice cracked. “The plane back from Hawaii crashed into the Pacific, and no one has come out.”

Amber stared at Lu for a solid minute, emotions running through her mind at a hundred miles an hour. Then she ran.


I’m sorry about the last cliff hanger . . . Here, have another!  Part three will be coming soon.

Amelika I. Kaumaha

The Pulse

You can still hear the shots echoing through the air.

You can still imagine the horrible pain,


And the people’s tears fall like rain,

I bet it’s hard to bare.

As I sit in the tree, Orlando is calmer,

And as you watch the people go rushing by,

I lie,

If I say the city is fine.

My country is a goner.

So I watch from high in the sky, in this tree inn

And look down on the buildings set under me,


That’s very hard to find these days

With so many easy-done sins.


I was in Orlando recently, and drove by The Pulse. It is scary, seeing it in person, but touching, seeing how so many people had gathered in memorial. We were still downtown, and we found an amazing tree. It must’ve been hundreds of years old, with it’s branches sweeping on the ground. I climbed up it and looked around at the city, taking in the view. So this poem is dedicated to the Pulse victims, their families, and anyone affected by this act of terror.  

Amelika I. Kaumaha

Your Haunting

Not all haunted places are mansions.

Minds can be taken over by a ghost,

A creeping violent host.

Gnashing teeth and blood red skin,

Foam meandering down its chin.

But don’t let it have satisfaction.

Don’t let it engross all your thoughts to come.

Destroy the ghostly scum.

Family and friends help,

Trying to make the demon melt.

As the war rages inside your brain,

You cannot win, but try to bare the pain.

But it has overcome,

Your brave warriors of love,

And has destroyed you this same day.

A Man, a Whale, and a Camel

“Help!” I shouted as Ed shot flaming arrows towards my head. I hastily ducked out of the way, my hat swept from my head. Ed is my friend; that is, he was, until this morning. I was knocking on the door of his house, I wasn’t expecting to be running for my life ten minutes later. I had no clue that he had gone crazy overnight. He was my best bud before.

“Go, Ellie!”

I leaped into the mouth of my whale. Quickly, she closed her mouth. All I could see was darkness and feel the damp air, but I knew she was diving me to safety, as I could feel my ears popping. While I started to catch my breath, I patted the massive tongue I was sitting on. Ellie took me up to land, after my heart was at a normal pace. After a bit, I was spit out of the giant mouth, which is when I saw something I had never seen before.

I picked up the soft camel shaped object, coughing because of all the smoke.

“Hello?” I asked the creature, “Are you alive?”

The tiny camel, whom smelled strongly of fetid cigarette smoke, hacked and wheezed, then climbed up to my shoulder. I brought him back to my house and put him into my spare room. He stayed with me for weeks, and shared with me that his name was Charles and that he is a rare and endangered uahi paka camel species.  One day Charles and I were walking in the park, and stopped to enjoy all the gorgeous colors of spring. Suddenly, he passed out! Quickly, I put him in my pocket as I ran to Ellie who brought me to the Emergency Room. The doctor told me that he could do nothing.

“He seems to have died because of lung disease,” the doctor continued, “I’m sorry sir.”

I was riding with Ellie and telling her about what had happened, and a few minutes of sobbing in our grief I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and there stood Ed. I slammed it, not wanting to make Ellie anymore depressed.

“Hey! It’s Ed!” he yelled.

“I know, that’s why I am not opening the door!”

“About that; I’m sorry about what happened. I hadn’t slept for four days because of this terrible smoke. I didn’t know where it was coming from, but I couldn’t sleep. Now I am all better, and awfully sorry. Will you forgive me?” Ed asked.

“Sure,” I replied. I needed a great friend, like Ed again.


I wrote this one pretty late at night . . . Honestly, I have no idea what I was thinking, but hopefully it’s not too weird. 🙂


Not Right

She rolled over onto her stomach, the tall grass crunching under her thin belly.

“Amber!! Where are you??!” Someone yelled across the now overrun field. Who knew it grow that quickly overnight?

Amber sat upright, her long light brown hair tumbling over her shoulders. A dark vine raced through her hair, making her look like a young, female Tarzan. Standing she could barely see over the grasses, so she scampered up an oak tree. Curiously, the seven year old watched two irritated parents and one anxious brother scan the tall field.

“Where is the damned child? I told you Addison, this was a horrible idea!” That was the father.

“Honey, calm down. I’m sure she’s her somewhere. But you know what they said. We have to be more careful.” That was the mother. The adoption agency was sure to alert the parents, that Amber had a tendency to run off into forests, fields, or really anywhere.

Amber knew she shouldn’t leave. She knew it made any family she was with anxious, but she needed to run wild. Sometimes it was to visit Thomas, sometimes it was just to get away from the indoors. Either way, she still left, causing stress and annoyance in her wake.

Amber was adopted. Many times, actually. This was her fourth family. The first one gave up on her. The second and third she had run from. They just weren’t right. But she always ended up back where she came from, the Children’s Home of Boone, North Carolina.

Spencer was the first, and only, born of the Bennett family. They could not have any more children now, so they decided to adopt. Being fifteen, Spencer was very protective of his little sister, even if it wasn’t the coolest thing. Now he was very worried that Amber had left them.

Lu was proud of Spencer. Smart, strong, and handsome, (if you don’t mind her speaking of her son this way, but honestly he was gorgeous) Spencer was everybody’s dream. Amber was happy to be his sister, which is a lot to say for her personality.

Lu Bennett had always wanted a baby girl to play with, do her hair, paint nails, and all of the girly things Amber despised. Slightly disappointed by Amber’s ways, Lu tried to bond with her, but they just did not click. It was like trying to force two puzzle pieces that didn’t belong together.

A strong personality, Ralph Bennett was not pleased by Amber. He wanted his wife to be happy, and clearly Amber was not helping with that situation. As he waded through the weeds, he wondered if the child had really run off. That would be glorious. But, just his luck, Amber swung down from the oak, and run over to Spencer.

“Spencer!” She called, the grasses rippling as she skipped through the field. “Last night I climbed the tree and Thomas visited again!”

Amber had explained Thomas to Spencer many times. “He’s a ghost who comes with me everywhere! He was there when I ran away from my second family, and when I came to this one. He very nice, he likes spaghetti and he keeps me company at night. But sometimes he likes to wait in the fields for me, so I go out and find him.”

“So you leave to talk to your imaginary friend, Thomas?” Spencer asked, trying to right the situation.

“He’s not imaginary Spencer!” Amber had tried to reason. “And not always to see Thomas. I don’t know why I leave.”

As Amber made her was to Spencer, Ralph exploded in an angry fit.


“Ralph, honey, calm down,” Lu tried. But Amber had a sharp tongue she couldn’t quite control.

“What do you mean, what was I thinking?” Amber replied calmly, “I was thinking I want to get away from you for a little while. I don’t understand how they put up with your babyish fits.”

Ralph was about ready to strangle Amber, but he didn’t, as his wife told him to calm himself.

“Amber, do not talk to your father like that. Go to your room, now. And don’t run off again,” Lu scolded.

Quickly, Amber darted off to her room. Ralph was not her father, and Amber could talk to him however she pleased, she thought as she closed her door.

Amber didn’t do much in her room. There was a bed, and few dolls she never touched, and a window with baby pink curtains. She waited until she heard the rest of the family trudge inside and closed the back door to make her escape.

“Go talk some sense into your sister, Spencer. I do not want to see imbecile that for the next, hmm… ever!” She heard Ralph grumble.

She slid the window open, climbed out, and made her way back towards the lake. Her hands and feet were callused, as she rarely wore shoes, and climbed trees, rocks, and any other structure she could find.

She passed the field she was just in, not surprised to see the grass had receded to a normal height. If she was ever around for more than five minutes all the grass grew at an amazing speed. She figured it didn’t really matter, so she hadn’t told anyone.

Ducking under a few more trees, she smiled at the sight of the lake. She scanned the rocky shores, finding no one. Pebbles lined the lake, along with a few boulders. The water was as still as if was holding its breath.

Amber climbed onto a rock that had been tipped over, and intruded into the lakes waters. She shuffled all the way to the end, and tentatively touched the water. In the summer heat, the whole lake froze over.

Spencer knocked on the wooden bedroom door for the seventh time.

“Amber! Open up!” Spencer shouted. Then he listened. Not hearing anything, he went into the garage, grabbing a screwdriver to pick the lock.

After sliding open the door, and finding Amber was not there, he knew he could not tell his parents. Dad would probably kill someone, he guessed Amber. Slipping outside, he heard Amber trudging down the hill, weaving through trees. He followed her silently, wondering where she would go.

Soon they both emptied out at the lake. He ducked behind a tree as her eyes scanned the shores. She scampered up a rock with astonishing agility, and leaned down towards the lake.

Grasses popped out of ground. Spencer stumbled, shocked that the plants raced up the rocks, reaching for Amber’s toes. It explained why the field grew so speedily. Suddenly the lake froze over.

He gasped, and saw Amber’s hair was now jet black. Her eyes were ruby red instead of dark brown. She was stronger, taller, looking almost dangerous.

She opened her palm, and a spark danced across. Taking a deep breath, she dropped her hand, and the flame went out. She blew across the icy blanket over the lake, and it disappeared as quickly as it came.


Hey everybody! Here’s a short story I’ve been working on for a while. I have some ideas for a second part, so if you have any feedback or if you’d like to see the next part, make sure to leave a comment to let me know. 🙂 Thanks guys.