In real life, I don’t think I have too much of a type. I love nerds. I love people who are crazy passionate about stuff, especially when we share the same crazy passions. Other than that, there aren’t really any patterns. This is not the case for my favorite fictional characters: all the characters I have crushes on are pretty much the same.
I love flawed characters. I love the long redemption arc, the struggle towards true change. I love the bad boy who chooses good in the end. I love the character that is selfish and violent, that makes poor choices.
My favorite characters do all the wrong things for all the right reasons. They take the ugly, messy solution that all the more righteous characters are trying to find a way to avoid. They’re not afraid to cut the knot in half with their sword and damn the consequences. My favorite characters aren’t afraid to be the bad guy in order to save our heroes. They will do whatever has to be done in the name of love. They will commit mass murder for the sake of their loved ones. They will make a deal with the devil to protect their family, whether that family is blood-related or not.
My fictional type falls in love with goodness. They are on the outside looking in, because they can’t help but be captivated by true goodness. They long for the goodness in their love interest that they cannot find in themselves. Through striving to do good for this person, they truly change their own hearts. In the end, they will die for their love.
They are the skeptic drunkard who rise for the revolution after all. They are Grantaire standing to die with Enjolras, saying “Long live the revolution!” and more importantly, asking “If you will permit it?”
They are the traumatized survivor of the Holocaust who can no longer trust in the goodness of the other. They are the leader whose love for their friend cannot stop them from doing what they think they have to do to save that friend. They are Magneto declaring that humans and mutants can never live in peace, and that Charles Xavier is a fool. They are Magneto saying “Goodbye, old friend.”
They are the fallen prince stumbling his way towards the light, failing and backtracking and eventually succeeding. They are Zuko desperately vying for his father’s approval. More than that, they are Zuko telling his father that he no longer needs it, telling his father that he is betraying him and leaving to follow his own path. They are Zuko at his coronation, getting the thing he’s always wanted, deferring the credit to others.
They are the vicious vampire who loves being a vampire. They are the broken and fallen brother. They are Damon returning a necklace to Elena even though it is a symbol of her love for his brother, a love which he believes he can never deserve.
They are a demon tormented by a soul, a soul and a torment that they chose in order to be worthy of the only thing they’ve ever been sure of. They are Spike saving Sunnydale, grinning through the pain and saying “I wanna see how it ends.”
They are Jaime Lannister saving Brienne from the bear pit and burning Cersei’s letter. They are Cesare Borgia stabbing his brother, giving in to temptation, and saving Rome through deceit. They are Klaus Mikaelson mourning his child and damning his own narcissism.
I love flaws and pain and redemption. I love broken characters who redeem themselves in the end. I have a fucking type.