Young Writers Society

This activity is here in order to test your ability in bringing a character to life.

It starts out by providing a picture of a character, a name plus two traits about the character.

The character is thus provided a situation. In the situation you are to provide new characters or enhance an already made character.

In providing a new character: give a picture, a name, and two traits.


Walking into the smoke filled bar Tasha knew right away that this was the last place she wanted to be. In receiving an urgent text from her best-friend Renna, stating she was in "trouble", Tasha had rushed over as quickly as possible. Waving smoke out of her eyes Tasha peered into the darkly clad crowd in search of Renna. Renna was no where in sight. Sighing Tasha strolled over to the bar in order to wait patiently on a stool while taking out her cell phone in order to contact Renna. Sitting idly on a stool Tasha began texting when a gruff shoulder knocked her slightly to the side.
"What the heck!"
Turning quickly to the side Tasha faced the rude individual.


*what type of character would she face*

...how do we do this?

I'm just gonna take a stab at it. A man slouching against the bar, his dark eyes staring down at the glass in his hand. His thin body suggested he lived an unhealthy lifestyle, and the bags under his eyes suggested that he hadn't slept in a long while. The eyes were bloodshot, surrounding the intense, hazel pupils, which now stared back at her as he shifted around on his stool. "Gotta problem?" he snapped with thick tongue, obviously drunk, or near it.

Tasha was on the verge of snapping back when another presence crept up on the two of them. "What's going on here? This guy giving you trouble, kid?"

Tasha narrowed her eyes, ignoring the two man. The drunk guy stumbled and faced the other man.
"shou, wanna go buddy! Thess girlys wit me." The sober man arched an eyebrow at the larger drunk man. This apparently angered the drunk man because he through his left arm at him. Tasha 'accidentally' stuck her leg out and tripped the drunk man.

"I don't think you should start fights. Especially when you can't speak." Tasha remarked. The drunk grabbed Tasha's shoulders and pushed her toward the ground. Her body stopped mid fall. A large hand held her shoulder and the sober man pointed at the exit while glaring.
"Why don't you show yourself out." The drunk man muttered something and pushed his way through the crowd.

"Regular right." the bartender asked the sober man. He nodded as a response and sat next to Tasha's original seat. Reaching a hand out his deep voice pierced through the music.
"Aidan. Nice to meet someone with guts around here." Tasha shook his hand thinking the same thing as she sat at the bar.