I'm going to use my character Amelie. Here she is:
1) during the 1930s, she was often in movies, something she simultaneously loved and hated. On one hand, it gave her some independence and a way to make money for herself. On the other, she hated the romantic plots and the male actors...
2) she grew up in a (fictional) place called Tontosoro. After the war, she goes back to Tontosoro in an attempt to find her place in the world
3) technically, he name is Amelie Jane, but Channings is her step brother's surname, which she added to her own to distance herself from her father. 'Jane-Channings' is also the surname her stepmother uses
4) after the second world war and her brother's death, she finds herself slightly lost and also unhealthily obsessed by the cold war and the threat of nuclear bombs
5) she loves Shakespeare's Hamlet and at one point knew it by heart
6) she's trying to write a book, but it's not working out. She can only refer to herself in third person and she feels like she can't write the story she wants to. Instead she writes stuff like this:
'So Amy, for a moment, let's just drop all this description. Do you hear me Amy?
I just want to say how angry I am with my stupid brother. How dare he? What a waste. What a whole stupid waste of his life. I don't even want to talk about it because I'm wasting my life writing about all those great times we had and all the things he never did and.
This book isn't about him. It's supposed to be about other people. Or maybe it should be about me, at the very least.
Let's talk about you Amy, in the first person please Amy.
Once, I was staying at a hotel, it was an ugly hotel because nothing went together at all in the room. It was all kinds of beautiful at the same time and it made it kind of ugly. But then I started looking at each little bit of the room, each object, each section and it was astonishingly beautiful. I wanted my house to be like that. I wanted my life to be like that. I don't suppose it is. On the cover, my life was once very beautiful and then it went a bit ugly. Like the set of Russian dolls we once had that got less defined, less beautiful and smaller and smaller until the smallest one was swallowed by the dog. They used to call me a doll. Then I got swallowed too.
Amy, what did we say about description? What are you trying to say?
I don't know what I'm trying to say, but maybe it's that all the beautiful things in my life made it ugly, or that actually, each little moment is only valuable on its own. That's why I try to split my book into chapters.
Amy, you stopped labelling them at chapter four. You threw chapter seven away. Did you even write five and six?
Then maybe it's the room. That hotel room, in this book. In this stack of pages. I don't know. Stop talking and let me get on with my story.'
7) her nickname is Amy. Amelie often gets confused with Amelia and she finds it annoyingly frilly. Most people who are close to her call her Amy.
8) she's half in love with a girl called Jo, who she acted with. This is 1930s/40s/50s so she's not sure what to do about those feelings.
Any one who wants to do this can.
Now I should get back to the essay im supposed to be writing...