Every one of my characters have a piece of me in them. Some are built around my strengths (however few those may be), others around my flaws. My hopes, my fears. All of that. I've never been able to write a character successfully that I didn't understand on an emotional level. Sure, I may be a depressed 14-year-old who's only 5ft 3in in real life... but that doesn't mean I can't understand the emotions of an 8.5 feet tall giant like Ven. For the longest time I really did try to make attractive characters. Because that's what I wanted to be, what I thought I couldn't have. But I tried to keep in mind that everyone has scars. Some of them just aren't on the outside. As time went on, how stable my characters were started to change. Ven'Rain (and those she was based on, on another site) started breaking down further. Perhaps I tortured them in an attempt to better gauge how I was doing. Sometimes looking at yourself through the eyes of another can do wonders. And when every person you create holds a piece of you... well, you get it.
Ven isn't attractive these days. She's dirty, messy, covered in blood and dirt. Her hair is knotted, she smells like decaying flesh, and for the Gods' sakes, she's covered in scars. Scars like hers aren't beautiful. Scars rarely are. She's a complete mess emotionally. Lost most of her memories, forced to fill herself with rage. All the while she's realizing who she used to be. It's hard not to feel at least a little bad for her. Of course, if you look at what she's done, no matter how much you might pity her, you know that she's wrong. When things fell apart around her, she turned to hatred. Fear, anger, all sorts of negative emotions. She let those fuel her. Even now if you asked her why she did what she did... she would blame those who had been around her.
In all honesty... Ven is what I used to fear I would become. A hateful, spiteful fool who forgets that though bad backgrounds explain bad behavior,
they don't excuse it. Being told that you are worthless does not make you so.
As I've grown up, my characters have as well. They became less perfect, more molded around reality. But I've never let them become so imperfect that they become a jumbled mess of nothingness. Because part of being human (or any other sentient species) is having things you're good at. There isn't a single person that isn't important. Never will be. Creating a realistic story requires making sure the good is balanced with the bad. The only time things will ever be completely negative... is when you make it so. When you decide to focus on what hurts, that's all you'll see. You won't see the way you make others smile. Or the way that your work brings some goodness back into the chaos. Things won't ever be purely good either, that's for sure. No one is perfect. Even in nonfiction.
Normality is boring. Averages are boring. Perfection is nonexistent- and boring. Having flaws makes you interesting. Sure, a character can be consumed by their flaws. That scares some people into trying to make them this unstoppable force of nature. At the end of the day, that may be enough to satisfy them. For others, like me, it's not. Struggles of sorts are what adds flair into existence. It makes things interesting... and as Dredge says, it makes them human.
'Course, I'm just a crazy teenager
I've still got a lot of growing up to do. That's for sure!
We all do. You don't stop growing up until you stop thinking, stop taking things in. Even Gandalf and Dumbledore could have learned more, done better. Even (dare I say it) Ashin Varanin, Spencer Jacobs, and people like them have things to learn (this is mostly IC, as I regrettably know little about either of them OOC, besides for the fact that John is a very nice, mature man who deserves respect and high fives). Whether or not people realize it, their characters have flaws. It's better to acknowledge them, to work with them, than to pretend they don't exist.