I have been trying to write my first book, based on my teenage years. Since its based on my life, I am having a hard time coming up with new names for my characters....
I would LOVE your suggestions!
Here are the characters:
1. Me (Kelli): Outgoing, Creative, Insecure, Brown Hair and Eyes, Olive Skin, sings in Jazz Choir, Youngest daughter of 3, raised by father, tom boy.
2. My Boyfriend: Extremely outgoing, sticks up for the little guy, Does drama/musicals, confident, dark brown hair, green eyes, raised by mom and adopted dad, oldest of 3, struggles with drug abuse(meth, pot, later heroin) smokes cigarettes, bi polar.
Throw out some suggestions!
1. Selina (shortened to Lee), or Paula or Georgia as they are similar to boys names Paul and George or katherine shortened to Kat (like cats like climbing trees??)
2. Thomas (can be shortened to Tom) , Ryan, Michael (Mike), Scott ~ just like these names really lol!
You are always so helpful! Thanks RYCJ!!!
Go to a phone directory or those baby name books that parents use to name their children.
i think for number one with with the outgoing insecurity a slighty askew from normal name, olive skin tom boy id go with a name Tanisha
for the Boyf it has to be a short name for the hyper side of the bipolar that can be lengthened to express the change and mood jon/jonathan nate nathan
Love the idea of the boys name being able to be shorter and longer... something to consider.
I like old fashioned names here are some:
Henry (The chapter where she meets him could be title The Encounter of Hungry Heroin Henry.)
Kathryn (Could nick name her Kallie, I know you mentioned Kellie, but Kallie is similiar. Kallie could be a statement, she could have a dialogue like such:
"It's with a 'K'." I smile placidly to conceal the annoyance boils underneath.
The bobbed blond with rogue make-up turns on the tips of her crutched toes to look at the voice who'd spoken, while simultaneously standing, bringing her slim Ballet dancer physique just two inches above my head, due credit to her golden platform heels. She tucks the stray pieces of hair underneath her ears with just about all the pleasantness the large bouncer had, had when he un-clicked that red rope.
What was so wrong with my name? That is what I wanted to know. I mean I shorted it, its six letters, that's it what is so offensive about it.
I humf a little, gathering my dark brown hair in a twisting motion until its a bun at the nape of my neck; then I let it unroll over my shoulders casing the waves in the only feminine gesture I know.
"Why would it be with a 'K', that doesn't even make any sense." Her eyes squint in disapproval, her tongue darts over the top row of her teeth just as her eyes roll slowly up to ceiling, as if amusing me is her grand deed of the day.
I wring my fingers together, ducking my head so my head hides my cheeks just before they flame red "It is though." I pull on a tattered fathers old V-Neck T-Shirt thats riddled with tiny holes from my dad's constant stream of welding.
The beautiful blond before me, who looks as if she belongs in a speakeasy back in the era 1923 snorts delicately, flicks her short straight hair out of her eyes in sultry motion I have no doubt is a mirror-perfected move. When she speaks next it is in a tone that clearly states she didn't understand how I'd eve gotten into a place like this. What with it large and long dark oak bar, with its richly linen lined round tables, it polished dance floor large enough to fill a hundred people and it four inch raised stage, a wrought iron intricate fence guarding it in a fashion that looks as if someone as lazily draped it there and a black grand neglected piano sitting to the back right of the stage.
"How would you know? Your probably just some runaway looking for a place to crash for a while." This is when her tiny hand find there way to her waist in another sultry practiced move. We regard each other's appearance, I, her with her shiny gold fringed dress that when the bobbed blond even moved in the slightest way would shake and shimmer lavishly. Seriously 1928.
While she, I, taking in my old tattered clothes, a shirt that was stained permanently pink from accidental wash-age with the reds, jeans so worn they mold like a second faded pale blue skin into me, holes in their knees-rimmed green from grass stains that refuse to wash, or be scrubbed out. Okay so I did like homeless, but she didn't have to point it out, beside I was wearing make-up! Not much just mascara and clear lip-gloss that had come off when downing my coffee on the walk over here.
"Who are you anyway?" Her bright green eyes widen to the point where I feared they would pop out of head, roll across the floor and that would be it for me. The headlines would read: 'Beautiful blond killed gruesomely by gouging of the eyes' I'd be, naturally blamed for murder and sent for prison forever and possibly killed by an inmate in the cafeteria, or shower. But; more importantly I wouldn't get to sing tonight.
"Are you really a runaway, or a criminal because this place just got back up and running, we can't afford anymore citations from the state." I seriously needed to remind myself to go shopping soon.
I plastered a sweet almost genuine smile on my face, convincing myself that this gorgeous model of a women was just having a bad day and said in my soft voice, my right hand outstretched in the gap between us."Kallie Lovette, I'm the singer.")
Eloise (nickname: Ellie, Ella."
Evelyn (nickname: Evie, Eve, Eva."
Grace (Could have a chapter called The Unlikely Knight Comes For His Saving Grace, where Grace is in trouble and Henry/ or whomever leaves his big play to save her.)
I'm half Italian :)
Since we've been talking about names, how about a name for an upscale condo that caters to young professionals with money and who want to flaunt it by living at a ritzy address?
My character names begin pretty generic. But as I proceed through multiple drafts the characters become people, and at some point it becomes obvious as to who they are and what they should be named.
Thats a great point. I have been so hung up on the names though! I am having a hard time getting into the story