⚔️ Weapon of Choice: What My Characters’ Weapons Say About Them

Not every weapon glints under moonlight or sings through the air like poetry. Some are forged in flame. Some are holy relics with the power to split heaven from hell. And some are… cufflinks.

If you think that’s ridiculous, you’ve never met Gabriel Stanton.

Characters reveal themselves in a thousand subtle ways, but their weapon of choice—what they reach for when the world goes sideways—tells you everything. It’s not just about offense or defense. It’s about identity, instinct, and the art of war, whether that war is fought on a battlefield or across a boardroom table.

Gabriel Stanton? His weapon used to be immortality, charm, and a tailored suit that screamed, “I could end you politely.” But take away the fangs, and he still reaches for the sharpest thing in the room—his words, his wit, and yes, those damn cufflinks. Precision. Control. Power disguised as elegance. That’s his brand.

Corinth Taylor, on the other hand? Oh, sweet sarcastic chaos incarnate. He wields the Holy Lance—the only weapon to take down someone like Gabriel. But let’s be honest: his actual arsenal is sarcasm, coffee, and the unbearable weight of carrying divine destiny while running on zero sleep and pure spite. His mouth is a weapon. A blessed one, probably.

Zoey doesn’t need a holy relic. She is the weapon. She’s the resolve that doesn’t bend, the shield no one asked for but everyone needs. Her power isn’t in flair—it’s in follow-through. You will not knock her down. You will not make her quit. Good luck trying.

And then there’s Cruz.

If Corinth is chaos and Gabriel is control, Cruz is the storm trying to hold itself together. His weapon isn’t something you can sheath or sanctify—it’s fury. Raw, coiled, and barely leashed. He carries it in his clenched jaw, his silence, and how he stares down at danger like it owes him something.

Cruz doesn’t want to hurt people. That’s the terrifying part—he could. Easily. But he fears what he might become if he ever stops holding back. So he doesn’t reach for a sword or a spear. He digs in his heels. He swallows the fire. He burns from the inside out and calls it restraint.

But rage like his isn’t meant to stay buried. And when it does surface? It’ll be volcanic.

Weapons aren’t just tools—they’re tells. They expose what your characters fear, what they value, and how far they’re willing to go to win. Gabriel sharpens his words like daggers and never breaks a sweat. Corinth swings holy relics like baseball bats and deflects trauma with sarcasm. Zoey is the weapon—focused, unyielding, and forged in the flames of her losses.

And Cruz? Cruz is walking combustion. His fight is less about what he uses and more about what he’s trying desperately not to unleash.

And that’s why I love writing them.

Because at the end of the day, it’s not just about the fight—it’s about why they fight, how they fight, and what it costs them to pick up that weapon in the first place.

So tell me—what’s your favorite character weapon, literal or otherwise? A blessed blade? A haunted book? A killer smile and a grudge? Drop a comment and let me know what your characters reach for when the world goes to hell.

Because you can learn a lot from the way someone chooses to fight.