Character Questionaire

I am trying to collate a list of questions that I could ask when I am writing characters, a questionnaire to complete before embarking on any character. I think writing needs to be more organized than what I have been doing. I have often wondered how to structure my writing so that I do things in a linear way because random, haphazard, unorganized does not work with me. So here goes : 

1. What is the name of your character?
2. What does he look like?
3. How does he dress?
4. What does he do for a living?
5. How old is he?
6. Describe his living quarters?
7. Who are his friends?
8. What would you find in his wallet?
9. Describe his personality? His habits, his idiosyncrasies? 
10. How does he react when he gets angry? 
11. Is he expressive or introverted?
12. Describe his childhood?  
13. Did he have siblings? 
14. How many were there?
15. What was his relationship with them?
16. Who were his parents? 
17. What was his relationship with them? 
18. Who was he closest to, his mother or father?
19. Did his parents stay together or did they get separated? 
20. How did that impact his life growing up?
21. What are his secrets?
22. What was his school like?  Was he good at studies? Sports? Did he have a lot friends? What clique did he fall into?
23. What is her biggest fear? Who has she told this to? Who would she never tell this to? Why?
24. Who does she surround herself with? Who are the people your character is closest to? Who does he wish he were closest to?

There are plenty of other questions out there but I will be updating this list frequently. For further reference please refer to:

http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474976908598

http://www.writingclasses.com/InformationPages/index.php/PageID/106

The Stalker(Quora answer)

What does it feel like to be a stalker?

By: Anonymous via quora.com

I'm not irrational. Just compulsive sometimes. Here's the thing. I don't like most people. They are boring. They only care about boring things. But sometimes you meet someone, and there is that spark. A connection. Friends at first sight. Here's what happened: One of my coworkers had that spark. When we first met, I thought: "Wow, she's cool." Everyone in the office thought she was pretty awesome, too. I was halfway between wanting her and wanting to *be* her. We were both early-morning types, and often we were the first ones in the office together. Sometimes she'd stop by and we'd chat -- not about stupid things like tv shows or sports -- but about philosophy and how the world work and things that matter. I realize now I was depressed. My life sucked. My job sucked. My spouse was constantly travelling for work. One night I was drinking and dicking around on the Internet. Alternating between Googling ways to kill myself and Googling my name ... my exes names ... people I knew in high school. I Googled her. She did a 5k? She has a profile on X site? She had a livejournal six years ago? ... I read everything. Old blog posts, abandoned social networking pages, Yahoo Groups posts. Anything I could dig out. I glutted myself on information. Putting together the pieces of someone's life from one bit here, one bit there - it's a rush. I felt like I had just eaten an entire giant chocolate cake, with caffeinated icing. We still had our occasional early-morning philosophy hour at work. Sometimes, when I had been drinking (most nights) I started sending her long emails with random thoughts, continuing our conversations. Once night, I was curious if I could guess her email password. I could. A few nights later, I read her entire email inbox. And all the sent items. There were thousands of them. It's amazing how much you can learn from someone from their emails. Checking her email became an addiction. Not just at night/at home anymore. I'd spend hours at work going through her emails. And Facebook posts and messages. I was terrified she'd check the "last account activity" IP Address list - but she never did. When a noteworthy event happened, I'd check - what did she think? Who did she write to? Did she ever write about me? I started making noteworthy events happen, just to see if she'd tell other people about me. When she did, it was an incredible rush. When she didn't, it hurt. One time I invited her to dinner at my house with some friends. The next day, I couldn't wait to check her email to see if she said anything to anyone. She did. It wasn't complimentary. That hurt. A lot. Especially since she was still smiling and friendly when I saw her at work. We were still talking at work, and I was still emailing her sometimes. But it was just thrilling to get such an deep insight into her life. Seeing the superficial events - then going behind the scenes getting the real story. It was about a week later I started conveniently being at places I knew she'd be. (It was easy, having access to her calendar as well as her email.) Sometimes I'd say "Hi" and act surprised. Sometimes I avoided her to make sure she wouldn't catch on that I had her calendar. But, I realized she was having whole conversations I wasn't privvy to. (How dare she!) on her cell phone. That hurt. Who was she talking to? Why wasn't she texting me like she was texting everyone else? I found out in her email that she had talked to her boss and asked to not work with me any more. That hurt. A lot. She had stopped coming by for our morning chats. I didn't want her to know that I knew. I dropped by her cube a couple times, mentioning that I missed our talks. She told me she was really busy and had a lot of work. I suggested hanging out after work. She made excuses. She had blocked my number. That hurt. One of our friends told me to "back off." And That hurt. I still couldn't stop reading her email, though. I still got a rush learning about her life. Especially when she mentioned me. My brother sat me down and told me I had a problem. Looking at all the time I was spending (how much of my day was spent wondering what she was doing and what she was thinking), I knew he was right. Long story short - I managed to cut myself off from talking to and researching her. With a little professional help. But I do still miss the rush from being able to understand and live through the eyes of another person.

Having money.

Imagine having plenty of money. The kind of riches that you see the Ambanis and the Birlas have. Think about that. And then think how you can change the world with it. Imagine being involved in a million humanitarian projects. Imagine your money going into developing roads and providing free water and electricity. Imagine your money being used to build parks and plant trees. So money can lead to happiness. It only needs to be used in the right way.

So what would I do if I have an enormous amount of money? I guess I don't know for sure. But if I had money, the first thing I would do was to quit my job and go on a world tour with my parents. Before that, I would hire a wealth management group who would invest my money for me. After I return from my vacation, I would get a good flat in the best part of town and have it fully furnished and fitted with the best appliances. I would hire servants for cooking, cleaning, washing, and a housekeeper for managing the servants, so that my mother could have plenty of free time. 

I am going to produce films. I am going to build a production company that only produces small or medium budget films from budding filmmakers and the only criteria for the film would be that the film has to be interesting and exciting. I would also intern with filmmakers and pick their brains on how they make their movies. After that I am going to make my own movies.

Next I am going to start my own company. I haven't really decided what it will sell but I am looking at restaurant business or bakery or sweet meat shop franchise.

Okay the last few paragraphs got really boring. I realized that I did not desperately want those things. I mean think about it, if I had money, why would I start a new company. I would just roam around the world, spend Christmas in New York, play with the snow, watch the holiday windows displays on shops. I just found a site which has all the information on what to do on Christmas eve in New York. 

http://www.timeout.com/newyork/christmas

Anyway as I was saying. I would travel the world, have some fun, buy a really large place in a decent location in Kolkata, probably go into the movie business since I won't have to desperately earn money or anything. Also I can be a dreamer like I am now and spend my days doing anything I like. I would read books all day, listen to this american life, watch movies. I would probably join a political party or something. Do some volunteer work. Spend some money build a shelter for the poor old beggars on the street
and state of the mental rehabilitation centres for mentally disabled poor folks. I would probably invest my money wisely.