She’s a beauty, and seems like she’d be wonderful! 
Also, I love the red hair!!!
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I use the Bitmoji app. You can only make one character at a time (since it’s technically for avatars of yourself), but there are a ton of options. And you can always reset it, including the gender.
They are cartoonish, though. I don’t know of any for making realistic people if that’s what you want.
I represent all of my characters as cartoons/drawings, but I have a very vivid imagination so I see them as real in my head.
However, this “realistic” picture is pretty close to how my character [name_u]Shiloh[/name_u] looks
(It’s actually computer generated)
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I need help with age.
How old do you think a character could be, where they’re old enough to sometimes forget that they’re still a kid, but young enough not care too much about how other people think and is completely fine with not acting their age?
15 or 16, I’d say. I was the most like that kind of at the end of 15 and the beginning of 16.
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Thank you so much! I couldn’t find it anywhere.
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I’d say 14; my little sister is 13 now and you begin to see she wants to be independant and is sure she can anything herself but is sometimes not “daring” enough to do so yet so I’d say up it a year and make it 14.
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Does anyone ever unintentionally (or maybe even intentionally) self project onto characters? (Whether it’s happy or sad or angry or etc)
Always. Poor [name_f]Aimee[/name_f] used to hate on [name_u]Chris[/name_u] so bad because I hated the inspirations for [name_u]Chris[/name_u]. Also, my characters are tired. Literally always tired. It’s so me.
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Does it count as NaNoWriMo if I decide to work on/finish an existing story?
I’m pretty sure it counts, but correct me if I’m wrong!
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I’ve always just said it counts, because I already have too many writing things on my plate to start a whole nother one. But I think technically, it’s supposed to be that you start from the beginning and are at the end by the end of the month.
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I hope it counts, because I never finish projects, and I dumped my NaNo project on its butt after twelve days last year.
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Thinking about the first part of what you said, it’s always so interesting to me to look back at little notes I’ve written about characters and see how much they’ve changed in my head, sort of growing along with me. Sometimes I feel I’ve matured, sometimes not so much!
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To me, NaNoWriMo is more about writing everyday than it is a challenge to come up with a brand new draft and stick to it. I’m going to potentially be working on/finishing up to three stories during NaNo so if that is a rule, I’m breaking it too!
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I never did NaNoWriMo, but I think that maybe this year I’m going to give it a try! 
I keep a whole document on each of my characters, and [name_f]Aimee[/name_f] has changed. She used to be a ballerina and soooo cliché.
I love commas too!
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Not sure. I did NaNoWriMo [name_m]Jr[/name_m] in 6th grade and tbh I don’t remember anything except how bad my story was. Though I loved the names. [name_f]Amaranth[/name_f], [name_f]Arora[/name_f], and [name_u]Paxton[/name_u].
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Here’s a part of a terrible story that I had to write in the 5th grade. LOL
“Tick, tick, tick, tick…” The hour arrow on the clock pointed almost to 3:00, the minute arrow on the number 11. Time dragged on like one of my Biology teacher’s 30-minute lectures. I waited impatiently, my palms clammy and sweaty from quickly scribbling notes to Mrs. [name_m]Peterson[/name_m]’s,(my Pre-Algebra teacher) lecture about the principles of Pre-Algebra. “’Rrrrringggg!!!” The dismissal sounded like a freedom call. All the class ran out the door, scrambled into the hallways, to reach the school doors. All the other classes started piling up in the hallway, too, until the whole hallway was like the sidewalk on Times Square in [name_u]New[/name_u] [name_m]York[/name_m]. I was running with them, of course, because who wouldn’t want to on the last day of school?! But just as I began to imagine how my summer would be like, Mrs. [name_m]Peterson[/name_m], my Pre- Algebra Class teacher called, “[name_f]Ella[/name_f], please come here.” I sighed and ran back to class. Mrs. [name_m]Peterson[/name_m] shuffled around in her table until she finally found what she was looking for. It was 3 big, fat white envelopes with my parents name on the front of all of them. [name_f]My[/name_f] stomach began feeling a little queasy as I stared at the envelopes. “Hand these to your parents, please.” Mrs. [name_m]Peterson[/name_m] said, and I think I noticed her kind of frown. “O-Okay.” I said shakily, as I put them into my backpack. I wanted to ask, “Am I in trouble?” but nobody asks that in middle school, so I just nodded and said, “Have a nice summer.” “You too!” She called as I raced out the door. I was about out of breath when I got to the big metal school doors. It was a warm, beautiful, sunny, [name_u]June[/name_u] day in Fair View, [name_u]California[/name_u]. The deep blue sky stretched across the grassy school field. For some reason, it felt peaceful in spite of the commotion. Most of the boys were playing basketball in the basketball court, and most of the girls were chatting in their little groups across the field. As I felt the fresh grass under my sneakers, I tried to let the feeling of summer wash over me and take away my nervousness. At that moment, all traces of my anxiousness faded away as if they were never there. [name_f]Alicia[/name_f] was the most popular girl in 6th grade. She smiled at me, said “Here” and handed me a white envelope. Automatically, I thought, What is it with the white envelopes today? [name_f]Alicia[/name_f] looked like she was waiting for me to open it, so I delicately tore it open. Inside, there was a small, yellow-green card. I took out the card and opened it. It said:
You are invited to [name_f]Alicia[/name_f]’s End-Of-School Pool Party! The party’s at 2038 [name_u]Barry[/name_u] [name_f]Street[/name_f]. Come at 12:00 and bring your bathing suit. (Obviously)
All of a sudden, a feeling of excitement and happiness surged in me. I tried to hide a stupid grin from my face and said as coolly as possible, “Thanks! I’ll definitely be there.” [name_f]Alicia[/name_f] gave me a thumbs-up and walked away. I’ve never been invited to one of [name_f]Alicia[/name_f]’s parties before. And, let’s just say, it caused me a whole lot of trouble. I remember that in 5th grade, [name_f]Alicia[/name_f] had this huge, and I really mean huge End-Of-School Party. Almost half the grade was invited, including my (now ex) best friend, [name_f]Lyla[/name_f], who now goes to a different school. I remember [name_f]Lyla[/name_f] telling me about the party because she thought I was invited. Everybody knew that only the coolest people are invited to [name_f]Alicia[/name_f]’s parties, so I just lied and said that I was invited but I wouldn’t be making it because my family and I were going to visit our grandparents on that same day. [name_f]Lyla[/name_f] actually believed me, and at the party, I was worried that she would tell [name_f]Alicia[/name_f] my horrible lie, so I called [name_f]Lyla[/name_f] and asked her if she told [name_f]Alicia[/name_f] that I wouldn’t be able to make it. [name_f]Lyla[/name_f] said that she was still at home and had a doctor’s appointment and was almost ready to get in the car to drive to the party. Then, she asked why I asked that and I had to tell her the whole story, including my terrible lie. [name_f]Lyla[/name_f] was mad at me that I lied to her and told me that she didn’t want to be best friends with a liar. And so that’s how our friendship ended, just because of some stupid End-Of-School Party that I wasn’t invited to. Suddenly, my stomach sunk as I wondered if [name_f]Lyla[/name_f] would be at [name_f]Alicia[/name_f]’s party. I sure hoped she wouldn’t.
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