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Honestly, my approach is to just try and make the characters feel 'real'.Living Character Voices in Dialogue
Every character has a unique personality that makes them a complete individual. Indeed, some characters may have similar personalities. Empathy, anger, assertiveness, etc, can be possessed by anyone. However, unique characters usually emphasize one or more traits as their personality and character identity.
Of course, these unique traits are not born out of thin air but rather through life experiences, values and the way a character views the world.
A character can be said to have a lively voice if you can recognize it even without the narration explicitly stating who is speaking. Therefore, maintaining character coherence is important to making your characters' voices come alive.
For example, Pain (Uzumaki Nagato) is cold, calm, and deeply philosophical about the cycle of suffering. His sentences tend to be short and rhetorical, yet carry a heavy philosophical weight.
"Those who do not understand true pain can never understand true peace."
"How would you confront this hatred in order to create peace?"
"Feel pain. Accept pain. Know pain."
Pain's character writing consistently emphasizes the philosophical nature of pain throughout the dialogue. This requires high-level coherence.
In narrative dialogue, you can identify who is speaking even though each line is not given a character's name. Conversely, if the reader is confused about who is speaking, it could be that the character is too general, not unique, making it difficult to distinguish between characters' voices. This is not easy, requiring high consistency and precision.
Therefore, some authors get shortcut with a vocal accent of the characters' voices as their identity. For example, "dattebayo" (Naruto), "hihi" (Luffy), "zehaha" (Black Beard), "nyaa" (neko girl), etc.
It's an easy shortcut, but without character coherence. Access becomes more of a gimmick than a living voice.
The question is, how do you make your character's voice come alive in dialogue?
Critical note:
We can't suddenly convert new readers into recognizing a character's voice without character recognition and familiarization. Character voice is the foundation, but recognition is the result. The emphasis is on letting the character's voice gradually become living in the reader's memory.
Different people talk in different ways, and those styles are influenced by their psychology and personalities, as well as what motivates them, and when you put all of those traits together it helps to shape a character's voice, so that is what I try my best to do for each, and every, character.
Lucius Argentius (Elarian Chronicles) for example is an introverted, scholarly mentor figure who is best known by his peers for being a cunning strategist, so his dialogue is primarily deeper and more philosophically heavy in tone compared to most of the other characters. I considered just sharing the dialogue, but it wouldn't have the same impact without the full context of each moment, so below are two example excerpts from Chapter 1.1. The first, is from earlier in the chapter, while the second is from after his own hope, and spirit, have been rekindled by Morrigan.
"What's up, Lu?" Morrigan asked, reaching out to grip his shoulder as she stepped up beside him. "It can't still be the horns and tail, right?" she finished, seeming to sense his growing apprehension.
The softness of her grip did wonders to soothe his spirits, and to him, it felt as though she could read his mind, and even now, he still had no idea how she did it. Shaking his head slightly, Lucius turned into her touch to face her fully once more. A practiced habit, and unspoken affirmation that allowed him to convey he had devoted his attention fully to her.
"Yes… but no. It's just…" He let his voice trail off before closing his eyes and taking a moment to organize his thoughts. "Every time I look out there, and see the city like this, I can't help but feel there's something missing. Something that ought be there, but isn't."
A sigh followed as he turned again to the window. "I feel… powerless… to do anything about it."
Following his gaze, Morrigan looked out to the empty streets, and then back to him. In the depths of her heart, she could feel the truth in his words, but what was missing had still eluded her as well. Nodding along with him, at his assessment of the now dark and gloomy city, even under the brightness of the midday sun.
A part of her hated being here, and as those thoughts gained traction, she could feel herself beginning to resent him for it. For being trapped here. For ever even touching the game in the first place. Blaming him for all of it was easy, and it helped.
Helped to quiet those thoughts. Those feelings. Feelings she didn't want to acknowledge. That she couldn't acknowledge. As wrong as it was, for she was as much to blame for this as he was, if not more so.
And in truth, none of them were responsible. She knew it. But still, found herself here. Blaming him silently, even as she stood at his side.
And yet again, those vile thoughts. Insidious. Were bubbling up in the back of her mind, as she continued to listen to his musings.
"Hope. Life. Call it what you will, but without it, this city feels dead." He started, his tail absentmindedly snaking around her waist as if trying to hold onto her to ground him in the moment. "Empty… As though its very soul has been drained away, and this…" He gestures out the window toward the once bright and polished marble of the city's road and buildings, now vacant and cast in a dull grey shadow from the clouds lingering overhead, to accentuate his point. "...empty shell remains."
The softness of her grip did wonders to soothe his spirits, and to him, it felt as though she could read his mind, and even now, he still had no idea how she did it. Shaking his head slightly, Lucius turned into her touch to face her fully once more. A practiced habit, and unspoken affirmation that allowed him to convey he had devoted his attention fully to her.
"Yes… but no. It's just…" He let his voice trail off before closing his eyes and taking a moment to organize his thoughts. "Every time I look out there, and see the city like this, I can't help but feel there's something missing. Something that ought be there, but isn't."
A sigh followed as he turned again to the window. "I feel… powerless… to do anything about it."
Following his gaze, Morrigan looked out to the empty streets, and then back to him. In the depths of her heart, she could feel the truth in his words, but what was missing had still eluded her as well. Nodding along with him, at his assessment of the now dark and gloomy city, even under the brightness of the midday sun.
A part of her hated being here, and as those thoughts gained traction, she could feel herself beginning to resent him for it. For being trapped here. For ever even touching the game in the first place. Blaming him for all of it was easy, and it helped.
Helped to quiet those thoughts. Those feelings. Feelings she didn't want to acknowledge. That she couldn't acknowledge. As wrong as it was, for she was as much to blame for this as he was, if not more so.
And in truth, none of them were responsible. She knew it. But still, found herself here. Blaming him silently, even as she stood at his side.
And yet again, those vile thoughts. Insidious. Were bubbling up in the back of her mind, as she continued to listen to his musings.
"Hope. Life. Call it what you will, but without it, this city feels dead." He started, his tail absentmindedly snaking around her waist as if trying to hold onto her to ground him in the moment. "Empty… As though its very soul has been drained away, and this…" He gestures out the window toward the once bright and polished marble of the city's road and buildings, now vacant and cast in a dull grey shadow from the clouds lingering overhead, to accentuate his point. "...empty shell remains."
"Bel. Calindra. Droskar. Xu. Rowan. Even Syl, troublesome though she may be, are all competent players. And friends." He continued amidst her attempts to catch up to what he had been thinking all this time. "Nobody can really do it all, on their own, Morrigan. Teamwork is the key. And…" He ruffled her hair a bit, then leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers as he finished. "That… is why it is so important to have good friends here… Morrigan. Friends you can rely on, when everything else is going wrong."
Morrigan, by contrast, is an assertive, sassy, self-assured, and extroverted young woman, so much of her dialogue is sharper and more emotionally charged, influenced heavily by her mood, and what is going on around her. (Which makes the interplay between her and some of the others really fun to write, especially between her and Sylvia. The two really do not get along in all the best ways).
“Yeah, I know. But you’ve been locking yourself in here for the last week.” The sharp edge to her voice hit hard. Cutting deep into his heart as she chastises him for his reclusiveness. “You’ll rot away if ya don’t start doing stuff. Ya know… Outside.” She continued unabated until she took note of his gaze on her.
“Hey! Eyes are up here buddy.” Accenting her most recent rebuke with a slight huff, and pointed slap to the back of his head when she realized where he was staring; though she couldn’t hide the rosy tint creeping into her cheeks no matter how much she may have wanted to in that moment.
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“You know…” He started, his voice strained with the growing frustration, yet held even in tone to save that frustration for his nemesis, and not the woman now being addressed. “...you’re right,” yet even as the words escaped his mouth, her smile broadened as her enthusiasm overtook them both once more.
“No shit I’m right.” She chimed in, cutting him off mid-sentence as she set a hand on her hip; that fiery self-assured side of her that he so cherished shining through like a beacon of hope, undaunted by the oppression of their shared room, one that even managed to cast aside his lingering frustration.
“Hey! Eyes are up here buddy.” Accenting her most recent rebuke with a slight huff, and pointed slap to the back of his head when she realized where he was staring; though she couldn’t hide the rosy tint creeping into her cheeks no matter how much she may have wanted to in that moment.
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“You know…” He started, his voice strained with the growing frustration, yet held even in tone to save that frustration for his nemesis, and not the woman now being addressed. “...you’re right,” yet even as the words escaped his mouth, her smile broadened as her enthusiasm overtook them both once more.
“No shit I’m right.” She chimed in, cutting him off mid-sentence as she set a hand on her hip; that fiery self-assured side of her that he so cherished shining through like a beacon of hope, undaunted by the oppression of their shared room, one that even managed to cast aside his lingering frustration.