I made a few random poetry-esque paragraphs describing my characters and I was wondering if any other artsy souls would like to make some as well.
Sequoia's like a sugar rush. She's like staying up so late you're not tired anymore or chugging too much Redbull. Like a thousand wasps all shivering together as they blanket their nest. She's hot pink and acrid yellow-green and aqua so bright it burns swirled together into a streaky mess. Her soul feels like the ocean, a current pushing you away but also pulling you closer and closer. Like a challenge you know is stupid but still take. She is everywhere and constantly swirling around you, like a rainbow broken into pieces by a crystal, not quite comforting but still unmistakably here.
Flora's like watching a rainstorm from your porch. Shes like hearing a song you used to love. Like a benevolent ghost with her arms around a child, protecting but also not quite present. She is like half-deflated party balloons still telling you happy birthday and flowers growing through cracks in the sidewalk. She feels like being forgiven, like worries you didn't realize you had being soothed. She feels like an old best friend sitting beside you, like walking into a childhood safe place. She feels like small compliments with big impacts, a casual affirmation that you are good and you are worthy and you are everything you need to be.
yo this is a really good idea, I'll do it later
Omg this sort of thing is awesome
I’ll put one up a bit later, they’re so funn
I love the first one you made!
I've never done one of these so I bet it'll be terrible but here we go anyway
Asura is like a cold, lonely beach, gray skies blocking out the sun. A cup of bitter coffee on a winter morning, drizzling rain mixed with snow coming down on a world of muted colors. A soft smile in an abandoned room. He's the quiet hum of a joyous song while the world breaks into pieces.
idek what I just did but yeah
YOOOOO I really like this idea
ok here goes
Piper is the rainbow that comes out at sunset when the sky is kinda orange, she is the galaxy you can spot from light years away. She loves the dark, the quiet. She is the warm cup of coffee in a little nook on a rainy day. She loves rainstorms, she loves people watching, but most of all, she loves the concept of love itself. There is so much to give yet so little to spare. Piper has so much to give, and wants so many to share, but she is a bright color on a grey scale plain. Piper has a large soul that is always swollen with feelings. Feelings are the color to her world, the water to her river.
Omg I love these
@SaltyLasagna did you used to go under a different user? @Jensen-rs?
lol did you recognize Asura or something
Yeah lol
I was @TopazWyrmlet~
Asher is like the giggles of a child, the sound of a thunderstorm. He's like a food frenzy of sharks, like a bunch of glitters and bright paint. Asher is insane yet calm, like an eye of the storm.
Morrigan is the darkness of an eclipse, the deepest shadows in the night. She is the kickback after you fire a gun, the burning of the muzzle after a you shoot. She is blood seeping through the snow, so dark it's almost black, and the harsh glint of moonlight on the gleaming edge of a silver knife. She's a being made up of black feathers, spite, and an intense lust for revenge, the victorious light in your eye right before the fatal blow. Tattoos curling around your limbs and spreading across your back, the steady drip of deadly venom from the fangs of a snake, the rope pulled around your neck, always tightening, always there. She's the scuffed tow of your combat boots, the spikes on your leather jacket. She's chipped black nail polish and the permanent mask you wear to disguise your true feelings. Do not cross her. If she challenges you, run for you life. She is the thick smoke of a cigarette, and she will wind her way into your lungs until they grow fragile and diseased. She is the hidden thorns on the stem of a black rose, and she will not hesitate to do worse things to you and prick your finger.
All of you guys' are pretty great!
I love the first one you made!
Thanks a lot! I really like that one too. She's very fun to write.
thanks so much! yours too :)
I love this idea, and all of these are so good so I'll ruin it and post one of mine.
Raven is perfect penmanship and a flawless argument. She's a crack of lightning, slick asphalt, standing by a deserted road in the middle of the storm. She's like looking down onto the city from the top floor of a skyscraper; she's notecards and black coffee. Raven is shards of glass, quick words, a quick mind. She's the passenger seat of a car on a long highway headed for home, smiling, relaxed, watching the world go by. She's a bright morning, brisk and competitive, but also an evening with a fiery sky, drunk on victory. Raven is late nights, stadium lights. Winning a debate without thinking twice. Earbuds, card games, texts with perfect grammar that slowly starts to deteriorate. She's sharp, poised, wild, complex, orderly, chaotic… Raven Winters is a dangerous enemy, a formidable opponent, a steadfast friend.
Celeste is the crack of thunder right before rain pours out of the sky. She's the vibration of the bass in a song that's meant to cause alarm. She's the flashing red hazard lights in a hospital's containment ward, the reflection of a face in a mirror when you thought no one else was home. She's the close-up camera shot of angry black boots smacking the cracked pavement. She's the remains of Chernobyl, deserted, and suddenly catching fire. She's blackened ash launched into the air but floating to the ground, a boiling pot of water splashing on your skin, a dull knife still used to kill, a stepped-on cigarette, and the fear behind your eyes.
I've never done one of these so I bet it'll be terrible but here we go anyway
Asura is like a cold, lonely beach, gray skies blocking out the sun. A cup of bitter coffee on a winter morning, drizzling rain mixed with snow coming down on a world of muted colors. A soft smile in an abandoned room. He's the quiet hum of a joyous song while the world breaks into pieces.
idek what I just did but yeah
okay these are all absolutely amazing but i love this one
jhdfkghskdgh thank you, I honestly thought nobody read it but that made me happy
Geneva is black coffee with a dash of sugar and milk, grey skies with the sun peeking out, half-written letters scattered across a dark wooden desk, a collection of books organized by color, motorcycle skid marks left on a driveway, immaculate dark chocolate sea salted caramels in shiny wrappers, and a broken instrument still playing on.
Azura: Happy, colorful soul, like a simple daisy blowing in the wind, like a vintage teal car sitting in a field at sunset, like careful breeze tousling your hair. The very definition of bright. Her motto is always: kill 'em with kindness. She is not judgmental in the least; she firmly believes that all souls are deserving of fair treatment. She is happiness and freedom in human form.
