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-- Anaïs Nin
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REAL FLAWS
It can often be tempting to write infallible, invincible, inerrant characters who always do the right thing, say the right thing, and are in the right place at the right time. In most cases, we're writing protagonists who are heroes, or at least characters who exemplify the kind of person we'd like to be, or exhibit the qualities we'd like to have ourselves. But as most of us who have been writing for any amount of time know, flaws are an important part of characterization. Flaws are what lend humanity to a character, and often what allow us to sympathize or empathize with a character.
This isn't new information for most of us... but when we do develop flaws for our characters, it's important to make sure they're real flaws and not just superficial quirks that offer no- or low-risk scenarios for the character in question.
Over the years, I've played in various role-playing game (RPG) groups. Mostly tabletop RPGs like Dungeons & Dragons, where a group of players and the Game Master gather around a table and experience communal storytelling as the players describe what their characters do and the Game Master guides and reacts to their actions within the context of the adventure, i.e. the story he's trying to tell. Without fail, though, there's always at least one player who doesn't understand the concept of having real issues that create a disadvantage for the character. Some of the selected character flaws that players have come up with in my games have included these that were irrelevant to the situation:
 Doesn't know how to swim (on a water-deprived desert planet setting).
Can't speak any foreign languages (for a story entirely set in the U.S.).
Afraid of flying (in a period piece where air travel hadn't yet been achieved).
Not to mention these familiar cop-outs to the dreaded, "What is your greatest weakness?" interview question:
I'm a perfectionist.
I care too much.
I work too hard.
The whole point of creating a flaw in a character is that it's something that humanizes them. You're not going to get a sense of someone's inherent humanity (weakness) if that shortcoming is either not really a shortcoming at all, or if it's irrelevant to the story being told. Who cares if your character can't swim if the character is never near a body of water he could drown in? What's the point of having a character who "cares too much" if that flaw isn't going to bring a situation about or at least make a situation considerably more difficult?
If you're trying to create a flaw to make your character more human and identifiable with audiences, I would humbly suggest choosing a flaw that (1) causes an actual disadvantage for the character, and (2) comes into play at least once in the story. Make sure the flaw is something realistic and detrimental, and whatever that flaw is should come into play at some point. Flaws should be set up and paid off just like plot points and other carefully crafted elements of your story.
For some great examples of character flaws that have a clear, undeniable impact on their narratives, consider the following:
Indiana Jones and his fear of snakes.
Neo from The Matrix not believing that he's The One.
Lord Voldemort's pride and fear of dying in Harry Potter.
Gollum's obsession with The One Ring in Lord of the Rings.
Until next time,
Jeff
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