You are more than the numbers which define you. What makes for great roleplaying and characters that will be remembered are the things between the numbers. Use the sections below to build out who you are. You don't need to do it all at the start. It may take you some time to figure out who you are. But give it some thought and build this out as you go. Do not build psychopathic emotionless characters that have seen it all and are unmoved by the horrors around them.
Try to fill out the description below and put it in your bio tab. You can roll it all or individual parts for inspiration or come up with your own.
You see me to be a [personal description] person, but at heart I am [trait] and I believe that [ideology]. The most significant person to me is [significant person] because [significance] and [meaningful location] is a place that holds a special meaning to me. When I'm out in the universe, I always keep [treasured possession] close at hand, as it gives me comfort to have it with me.
Now consider "casting" a real-life actor to play the character and imbue your entries with emotion and write in first person. Become the character.
I have a wife. <- That's pretty bad as it give little for you to go on. Try something like blow instead.
Maryam, my wife, is my guiding star. I don't know what I would do without her. When I'm lost I think of her dimples and calming eyes. "Aren't you all out of sorts." She would whisper to me and kiss my ear. She died four years ago from a wretched disease. We were going to see the galaxy together. Now I do it to honor her memory.
Finally think of some memories for your character. The times in your mind that are vivid, pivotal moments in your life or the ones that represent idyllic moments where you were truly happy, inspired, fulfilled, etc. Some should be good. Some may be bad.
It was just me, my mom, and my little sister now. We were so poor my shoes had holes and as my mom pulled on my hand, dirt would creep in under my big toe, pricking and gnawing at me. But it was a surprise and we haven’t had those in a long time, so I ignored the intrusion and dared not to complain.
We walked for so long, my sister fell asleep on my mom’s back. When we finally arrived, my mom thrust credits into my hand and told me to go up to the man selling sweets.
I couldn’t believe it. I was so excited I ran and asked for all the chocolate it would buy and the man gave me one bar. My mom smiled with glistening eyes. “Just make sure you save half for your sister.”
That was the best walk home I’ve had in my life. Walking and eating chocolate.
As we were getting closer to our apartment I was startled by my sister’s crying. It was the cry of injustice and betrayal as she looked at my dirty hand and evidence of what was justly her’s being gone.
She cried for a long time. As did my mom.