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# Introverted Literature Characters: 746

Welcome to the Introverted Literary Characters section of our database product of personality types of celebrities and fictional characters. In this section, we will explore the unique traits, strengths, and weaknesses of some of the most fascinating introverted characters in literature. Introverted characters often possess a rich inner world and can be complex and intriguing to analyze. In literature, introverted characters are often portrayed as quiet and reflective individuals who prefer solitude and introspection. They tend to be deep thinkers, observers, and listeners, and may struggle with expressing themselves verbally. However, their introspective nature often allows them to have a unique perspective on the world around them, and they can be incredibly insightful and perceptive. In this section, we will delve into the personalities of some of the most memorable introverted literary characters, including protagonists, antagonists, and supporting characters. From Jane Eyre to Atticus Finch, Eeyore to Jay Gatsby, the Introverted Literary Characters section offers a diverse array of personalities for readers and fans alike to explore. Whether you are interested in the Myers-Briggs 16 personality types, the Enneagram, or Zodiac signs, this database product offers a comprehensive approach to understanding the personalities of introverted literary characters. So, let's embark on this exciting journey into the world of introverted literary characters and discover the unique personalities that have captured our imaginations and hearts.

Introverted Literature Characters

Total Introverted Literature Characters: 746

Introverts comprise 54% of all Literature Characters.

196 | 14%

108 | 8%

106 | 8%

97 | 7%

92 | 7%

87 | 6%

85 | 6%

83 | 6%

82 | 6%

80 | 6%

80 | 6%

64 | 5%

63 | 5%

54 | 4%

53 | 4%

53 | 4%






Last Updated: March 3, 2024

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Who would ever forget Edgar Allan Poe's "Annabel Lee".

#Literature It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea.










The fortress

I have finished my first novel. I translated first 10 pages to English with AI, made some corrections since It does not get the context time to time. I do not want to work with KDP, so give your your honest opinion, so I have better bargaining position. Trapped in the void within darkness for years, the poor man found hope in the emergence of meaningless, blurry shapes. Shapes collided and fought with each other as if striving for significance, eventually giving birth to a picture from the chaos of shapes he saw in the desert of his years-long solitude; an imposing fortress winked at him. The fortress was surrounded by an abyssal darkness, rising to the sky. No sun, no moon, no stars were visible, and the walls of the fortress, untouched by light, seemed to illuminate themselves: the source of light could even be said to be the walls. A two-way, tightly-packed human traffic flowed between the darkness and the fortress through hundreds of small doors on either side of the fortress. It was clear why people emerging from the darkness were drawn to the fortress; just as it was a sanctuary for him, it belonged to these people. It was incomprehensible why anyone would choose the blind solitude of darkness. It was the greatest crime committed. Next to the fortress, powerful man, unbothered by the migration of crowds, was leaning against a tree that stubbornly resisted being engulfed by darkness. A curiosity mixed with fear fell into this man’s heart in unravelling the identity of this man. Curiosity turned into impulse, impulse into motion, got a closer look to the man, saw himself. With an irresistible attraction arising from the marvel of the truth he realized, his point of view got closer to his body, until they collided with each other - for a moment, his entire existence turned dark. In the darkness, two shining metals collided, a spark the size of a pinprick arose. The spark hurt his heart, and T. woke up. He was confused, but a strange excitement filled him. He remembered his heartache, felt a bit sad, he would continue to feel this sadness as he remembered that moment. To freshen up, he caressed his heart. With curiosity, he put his hands to the tree he is leaning. He stood up with the support of tree, but it was a struggle, sighed deeply. He tried to remember something from the past, strained his mind, hoping to grasp a fragment. He tried to recall the beginning, his childhood... everything began with his dream – it was all dark. How could an adult not have a past? With the restlessness of his newfound awareness, he boldly stood in front of the main gate of the fortress, waiting for someone to perceive him as a threat, to open the door, and face him. Frustrated by the disappointment brought by disrespectful silence, he shouted as loud as he could. He did not let indifference hinder his courage, knocked on the door three times.



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