forum Tell me what your character looks like, their aesthetic, likes and dislikes, and I´ll pair them with one- or two- of my own characters #2

Started October 21, 2020 by @QUABSTIX group

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The old discussion was kinda abandoned - cough cough by me cough cough - and I kinda missed it :) I thought it was really fun and wanted to start another one up!
I am sorry to the people who´s request I did not get to!!! ( If that applies to you, just tell me in your request and I´ll make sure to get yours done first!

Also, when I am filling in your request I want to make it as accurate as possible! The details of your character are really important for this so just make sure you give me a clear description of your character and any details you might want me to know! :) !!!

Thank you, I hope you have fun and learn something new about your character along the way!

My character is named Aryn and they're a black nonbinary person :) They are wayyy dark academia. They love to read and get excited easily. They don't like fighting of any kind and hate crowds. They wear glasses and have reddish-brown hair and aren't very tall. (Also their full name Arynnalli Anuusi but they go by Aryn). This seems like a really fun idea! I should try it sometime…

My character is named Allison Mercy, and they are a white, bisexual woman. She is blonde, have emerald green eyes, and are very… how to put this without sounding perverted… curvy, and are 5'6". They like to go shopping and makeup, and also play video games.
She dislikes bigotry of any kind (Who like bigotry, though? Not any sane person)
Their aesthetic is Angelcore

Ooh, I think I'll use one of my chaos gals!
Virginia Grey–who goes almost solely by Ginny–is bisexual and in her early 20s. She's six feet tall on the dot, with a long-limbed, gangly build. She has brown eyes and auburn hair that leans much more red than brown. She has light skin with surprisingly few freckles, and a few faint scars, mostly on her legs. She's fairly clumsy and generally doesn't take much seriously. Probably has ADHD, although her setting doesn't exactly allow her to get a diagnosis. She gets excited very easily and doesn't always think things through, but is also very loyal and loving. A bit ditzy, but in an endearing way, and not always the best with words. Ginny loves making other people laugh, even at the occasional risk of her personal safety (she's definitely the friend that walks on everything but the sidewalk). Her aesthetic is cottagecore. She likes gardening, woodworking, and baking, and dislikes being bored, people assuming that she's stupid, and animals that wreck her plants.

I had this on the last one, but no pressure to get mine done any time soon! :DD

My character: Zip Grayson.

Pronouns/Sexuality: She/Her and is pansexual/panromantic

Appearance: Purple hair (with pink streaks in it) swept over to one side of her head. One strand of hair falling down on the un-swept side. She wears dark sunglasses at all times to hide her black and white gradient eyes. Has a really dark skin tone and pointy features. Wears a dark vest with a compression sleeve on her right arm, black leggings, and black and white high tops. She's about 5'7" and has a really athletic build with JACKED arms and legs. Has a six-pack and strong, broad shoulders.

Personality: She's fairly quiet and likes to hang in the shadows. However, Zip is an amazing leader who's good at what she does. She never makes a scene unless necessary, but will also punch you if you insult her friends. She laughs if you insult her. Stands up for her friends, but if it's someone she doesn't know getting picked on or whatever, she'll stay quiet. She's like that person in a competition show, like survivor, that you never really notice but then BOOM she's in the finals and it was her who orchestrated all of the votes and stuff and then she wins.

Aesthetic: Lots of black and white industrial. Like cityscapes and fog, with the occasional magenta neon light. Lots of metal and glass. Cold (if that makes sense??), like you look at a picture and is just like "oh that looks cold, Ima go grab a jacket." Straight lines, but no symmetry. Very modern.

Likes: Adrenaline rushes, straight black coffee, watching true crime TV shows, spicy (flavorful not hot) food, being the best at anything, the city, competition, winning,

Dislikes: Too much noise, when her shoes are wet, overly sweet food and candy, oversleeping, her nightmares, her "brother," being in somebody's shadow, not getting her own voice, always coming up second, mary sues, people who mispronounce words,

@sheabutter
I hope you enjoy! This was fun :) !!!

I pair Aryn with Akecheta!

Akecheta is a well over six foot male with long, straight, black hair, and tree bark brown eyes. His skin is a light honey with black moles sprinkled here and there. He has a slight burn mark on the left bottom side of his chin and scratches across the insides of both his arms. He's gotten very muscular over the years by using his built up anger to workout but still manages to have a slightly chubby face. Akecheta's clothing mostly consists of dark colors, to blend in with the night, but every once in a while he likes to throw in a bit of green or blue. You can usually find him wearing a long sleeved, black thermal with black, baggy, combat pants and black tie up boots. Akecheta has PTSD from a fire that had burned down his childhood home, with the rest of the family in it, so he's rather seclusive about his past and chooses to bottle up those feelings alot.
Akecheta enjoys sitting in an open, sunny, field to watch the rabbits and deer play. Baby animals are his only true weakness and, if you ever give him a puppy, his stone cold demeanor will melt instantly.On days when he is sad, Akecheta enjoys carving animals out of wood to pass the time. He is protective- maybe a bit too much- over the people he finds worth his time and will stop at nothing to keep them safe. Akecheta is a real family person but, even though its one of his wishes to settle down, he will never tell you that. Akecheta is scared of being intimidated/tied down and is always on high alert when being sent out on one of his missions.

I imagine that their paths cross on one cold, winter morning in a library.

Aryn is scanning through one, of multiple, books that they have gathered throughout the nonfiction section. Most of the covers portray mythical beings and legends, but one or two are mysteriously bare covered and ragged at the sides.
Either a sign of old age…or poor handling.

A black notebook rests under their wrist. It’s pages are filled with detailed information and doodles of strange creatures.
Aryn stops their reading to scribble down something on the pages. Their finger underlines the words as they read.
The door to the library opens, but Aryn doesn’t pay it much mind, and then closes gently.

Footsteps thump through the aisles of books. Stopping every so often to surly scan the books before thumping away again. The echo back and forth from the table Aryn is sitting at for many minutes.
It makes Aryn grow weary, but they continue their reading and begin to sketch another creature.

A loud, annoyed sign can be heard to the right of Aryn. They cease their writing to side glance the person beside them.
“ Oh boy…”

The man is tall, really tall, and his skin is the color of warm honey…but his aura is cold and dark.
He wears all black clothing, baggy and heavy, that covers every inch of his body up to the sliver of skin below his sharp jawline.

He brushes a hand through black, soft looking hair with a disgruntled look on his face.

Aryn leans back a bit, not enough to draw the man’s attention to them but enough to see what the man is looking at.
The nonfiction section…of course. And what seems to be bringing him dissatisfaction is the missing book of ancient myths…the one Aryn is currently reading.

The man steps back from the book shelf, Aryn quickly looks back to their book, and looks around the empty library.

‘ We are the only ones here.’ Aryn thinks, and they don’t know whether that’s a good or bad thing…

He scans the horizon of books. Aryn shuffles in their chair.

Brown eyes soon lock onto the cover of Aryn’s book, and the thumping footsteps soon come striding their way.
Aryn keeps their attention on the book. Nervousness shakes their spine.

The man stops at the chair beside Aryn’s, leaning on it with one hand, and his big shadow envelops them.

Small sweat droplets form on Aryn’s forehead.

‘God, he’s huge.’

The man clears his throat, and it makes Aryn flinch.

“Mind if I join you?” His voice is deep, but calming and it makes Aryn relaxe their shoulders a bit.

Shakily, they look up at the stranger, hoping against hope that their eyes don’t show any fear.” Depends…what do you want?” Aryn asks, with the most courageous voice they could muster, and the man gives a friendly smile.

“ What makes you think I want anything more than to talk?” He says it casually, but the obvious way his eyes flicker back and forth from Aryn’s book tells them something else

‘ He’s afraid…but of what?’

Aryn shakes their head.“ Most people want more, it’s a common judgment of mine, so don’t take it too personally.” They have to hide a prideful smile at the way their voice stayed leveled.

The man purses his lips.“ Mm, my skins pretty thick, I think I can live with it.” He pulls out the chair beside Aryn, without being invited to, and turns it around to sit with the back of the chair pressing against his chest.

An awkward silence hangs in the air.

“ Whatcha reading there?”

Aryn frowns, annoyed, and closes the book with their pencil inside of it.“ If you don’t want anything, what is it you want to talk about?” They huff, beginning to neatly stack to books up into a pile.¨ I´m kinda busy…¨

¨ Oh, I´m sorry for my intrusion, but it won't take long.¨ He says with a smile.¨ I just have a few questions…¨ The man trails off as his face turns serious. Eyes staring intensely at the closed book.

Aryn swallows and sifts to face him.¨ Wh…what is it?¨ Their voice waivers a bit, frightened by the look on the strangers face.

The man shakes his head, the stern look of his face growing deeper, and points to the cover of their book with a growl.” That.¨ He says the one word harshly.¨ What do you think of it?¨

¨ What?¨ Aryn blurts hesitantly. They look at the book cover, ´Ancient Myths and Legends of many Years´, with its wordy title and ripped edges. What's so special about it? The myths? Fabricated. And legends? Just over exaggerated wives tales.
The book is just pulsing with creativity and lies. None of it is true.

´ But what if it is?´ That question always lingers at the back of Aryn´s mind, ´what if they were all right? And the book is true?´, and they can never seem to come to an agreement.

Aryn is smart enough to know that the stories that go on in the back are fake, yes, but they do know that they had to come from real events….right?
No one just one day thinks ´What if gods existed? And they were the cause of all of our misfortune? What if we named one Thor! He can be the god of war! And, oh! How about we give him an uncle! We´ll name him Loki! God of mischief!´ It's just too complicated and obscure…no one could have pulled that from nothing.

A strong clearing of the throat brings Aryn out of their day dreaming. They look up and-..oh yeah, the guy is still here.

Aryn sighs tiredly and shakes their head.” I don’t…I don’t know.” They rest their head on the palm of their hand.” It’s just a fun read, there's really nothing else to say, right?” Aryn straightens up and turns the book towards the stranger.
“ Just weird fantasies.”

The more Aryn talks, the angier the stranger seems to get. He looks down at the book with such hate and malice that Aryn begins to think it might just burst into a pile of ashes.

Aryn hesitantly reaches back for the book, but immediately flinches back as the man slams his closed fist on the table.

“ Thats what everyone fucking says!” He gets up from the chair, almost knocking it over, to pace back and forth. His anger rising.” Everyone fucking thinks its all fake!…but its not!” He kicks the leg of the table, hard, for emphasis then twists his chair around and sits back down. His brown eyes filled with…fear?

Aryn notices themselves shaking, and quells it by curling a fist.

The man huffs through his nose and leans forward with his elbows on his knees.” They’re all stupid! You know…its stupid, the myths are real! They aren’t myths, I know that they aren’t…but no one-” he pauses to, again, slam his fist on the table.” believes me!”

Aryn leans further back in their chair…but a pit of anger bubbles in their stomach as the man ruffles his hair, agitated.

“ And I don’t know what to do…and now, I’m sitting in a library talking to…” the man stops, his anger drops a bit, to look at Aryn with squinted eyes. It makes them want to sweat.
The man leans forward, looking Aryn up and down.

“ You.” he says, simply, flopping back into the chair.” Another idiot that doesn’t believe what's right in front of them…” the man pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes closed.” How sad…”

Aryn feels their eye twitch, and their stomach bubbles like hot pasta sauce.

“ Has anyone ever told you how much of an asshole you are?” Aryn says it so quickly, that they barely comprehend the words before it's too late. They gasp softly, eyes wide, and bring their hands to their mouth.

The stranger turns their head, eyes watching them curiously, as a smile curves his lips.” yes, actually, it seems I have the same effect on everyone.” He rests his hands on his knees, interest filling his brown eyes.” No one can really stand talking after thirty minutes.” His smile turns to a smirk.

Aryn narrows their brows. A deep frown forms on their face.” Then why do you keep talking? Isn’t no one listening.”

The man's smirk grows.” Usually not…but, every so often, I meet someone else.” he blinks slowly.” Someone cool and mysterious…like you.”

Aryn waits for him to laugh, for it to be a joke, but nothing comes. The man just keeps smiling…and nothing more.
It makes Aryn want to smile back.

They can, slightly, admit that the man is handsome. Nice build, jawline, and beautiful eyes…but, personality wise, maybe not too flattering. He holds himself with such false confidence that it makes Aryn want to physically cringe.
He’s a guy who doesn’t read the room around him, it too obviously caught up in his own imagination to understand…and that's what makes him interesting.

Aryn lets themselves give the man a bug, genuine smile, and outstends their hand.” I’m afraid I haven’t properly introduced myself. Hi, my name is Arynnalli Anuusi, but you can call me Aryn…It’s nice to meet you.”

The man hesitates a bit, his smile doesn’t waiver, but ultimately he grips Aryn’s hand tightly.

“ Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Aryn.” He bows his head, respectively, and it makes Aryn giggle.
“ My name's Akecheta….but, you can call me all yours…” Akecheta lifts an eyebrow, slyly, winking.

Aryn flicks him on the nose.” Not before you buy me dinner.”

Akecheta rubs the spot on his nose where Aryn flicked him.” Is that a promise?”

“ No.” Aryn gathers their stuff and stands up, looking down at Akecheta expectantly.

“ It’s a request.” Aryn turns to face the exit, Akecheta stares at their back in disbelief, and smiles widely.

They look back at Akecheta after the man has not yet gotten up to follow them, and nods their head to the door.

“ Come on, lets get outta here. I know a good Thai place we can eat at.” they turn back around. Akecheta waits a moment more and then gets up quickly to stride to Aryn’s side.
Aryn smiles at the big shadow that looms by their side and looks up at Akecheta with a smirk.” You’re paying.”

They receive a similar smirk in return.” Wouldn’t expect nothing less.” he opens the library door for Aryn, gives the weird books on the table one last look, and then encloses the building into a deafening silence once more.

Ooh this seems Interesting!

Name: Rolan Zane Long (Firework)
Appearance: Chinese; lightly muscular build, fair skin, black hair, purple eyes, he is relatively tall, and his clothes are lightly punk inspired, he wears a black jean jacket, a white t-shirt, black jeans, black combat boots, black jewelry, and a black beanie. His power, rocket, also gives him metal bands around his forearms and calves, which he can then shoot out like rockets, though these are usually concealed by his jacket and pants. Additionally, he lost his left hand rocket in a fight after a plan went wrong.
Aesthetic: His aesthetic is like an iron maiden with flowers. He tries to maintain a tough exterior and doesn't look very soft, but in reality he's a big softie who will do whats best to protect his friends however much he may try to deny this. However he is very temperamental so he's like a bomb that is getting carried to a location to protect humanity, but if it's jostled in a weird way it'll just blow up. (I don't know if this analogy makes sense, I just like weird analogies)
Likes: Punching things, his friends, Punk Rock, the colors black and purple, spicy/salty food, weapons
Dislikes: His father (unjustly), being told to "act his age", sweet food, Not having his left hand

I don't know if this makes sense but this is what I have! Hope this is enough. (also I just reposted from the other thread lol)

@Divine-Irish-Potato-the-2nd

Here you go! I hope you like it :) !!!
Odin is a tall elf with fluffy white hair that's parted to the right and has pool cloudy, green eyes. He is usually seen in casual, yet fashionable, clothing. Odin is a fan of dark green turtlenecks, beige coats, baggy black dress pants, and black boots.People find him weird and mysterious but, in reality, he is just a people watcher who likes to learn/figure things out for his own sake! He likes to try new things, no matter what, and is just a curious creature overall. He does get shy easily and doesn’t really like to talk to strangers, unless its about stuff he is interested in then you might just hear him speak a little bit. He likes to practice magic, play with cats, and study science. He hates loud crowds and being messy.

I imagine Odin and Allison meeting unexpectedly.

It’s pouring outside, and she forgot her umbrella. The small, silver car laughs at her from a distance. It’s metal exterior glistening with the rain and reflecting the clouded moon's light.

Allison states out at the car parking lot in loss. She grips the plastic handle of shopping bags tightly between her fists and stares heatedly at the ground, as if the symmetrical titled floor had all the answers to her problems.

She blinks with a sigh and rolls her head back, chin pointing straight up at the ceiling. There are only two options. A, she could make a run for it, and get soaked, or B, wait for the rain to stop.

Allison straightens her head and looks out the big glass window. She frowned as the rain began to pour harder.
She looked at a nearby clock, and her shoulders deflated.

‘ The mall is closing soon.’ She thinks, her lips quirking into a wiggled frown.’ And the rain doesn’t look like it will be stopping soon…’

Thunder cracks outside. Allison yelps and jumps away from the window, blindly falling backwards.
She expects to hit the ground, and braces herself for impact, but a sturdy wall keeps her upright.

“ Are you okay, miss?” A polite, accented voice asks from above.

Allison’s eyes widen in horror. She jumps away from the stranger, and quickly turns around, to apologize.

“ Oh my gosh! I’m so so sorry! I didn’t see you behind me! Please do-“ Allison abruptly cuts herself off. She’s eye level with the under half of a grey covered chest. She cranes her neck up, wincing as it punches a bit, and feels fear begin to leak into her body.

The stranger’s face contorts into unease. He rubs the back of his neck.” Miss?”

Allison doesn’t seem to process his voice, and stares on. Green eyes locked on his face.

She takes a step back, to help relax her neck, and lets the plastic shopping bags drop to the floor.

‘ God…he’s like a giant!.’ Allison thinks.’ Nearly three times my height! How can a person be that big?’ She lips wiggle uncontrollably, but she doesn’t feel like crying.

The stranger tilts his head, and asks again.” Miss?…Are you okay? The malls closing soon, and I just wanted to make sure that-“

“ Yes! I’m perfectly fine, thank you!” Allison blurts nervously, a cool sweat beginning to form on her forehead.” I was just waiting for the rain to stop, that’s all!”
She quirks her head a little bit to the side, trying to force the most believable smile she could muster.

The man lets his arm fall to his side. He scrunches his lips up, looks out the window, then back to Allison. His jade eyes scan her up and down.

‘ Is he…is he checking me out?’ Allison pulls her red jacket tight around her frame, and bites her lip.’ What a per-‘

“ I have an umbrella if you need it.’

Allison’s jaw drops in surprise.” What?”

The man pulls his said umbrella out from his side, it’s a soft flower yellow, and points the top of it at Allison with his hand covered in a black clothed glove.
It makes her tense up.

“ You don’t have an umbrella, right?” He pauses, waiting for Allison to shake her head,.” How about I walk you to your car? It’s getting late, after all, and I don’t think anyone would want to get soaked in that.”

Allison turns her head, it’s pouring outside, and catches a glimpse of the full moon behind the dark clouds. Her silver car can barely be seen through the storm now, and everything around it has been cloaked in unforgiving darkness.
She knows she can’t go out in that alone…but it still scares her.

She looks back up at the man, studying him carefully.

Tan skin contrasts softly against his unnaturally white hair, that’s shaved on one side, and bluish green eyes. Allison guesses that he may be Asian but the sharpness of his nose is distinctly European, and she doesn’t want to assume anything.

His build is tall, and strong. A firm chest stretches the tight grey turtleneck he’s wearing, and faint biceps struggle to breath in his long black leather jacket that has a strap tied around his waist. The flowy beige dress pants leave everything to the imagination, but the ends of the legs snap close to his ankles. Allison looks down to his feet, fitted in off white shoes, and takes note of the obscure swamp green socks.

He looks like an average, yet fashionable, looking man. His eyes are soft, same with his smile, and voice is welcoming and sweet…but it could all be fake, he could easily overpower her and whisk her away in the dark.

A not so welcoming end.

Allison ponders her chances, the stranger looks at her expectantly, while picking up the dropped bags at her feet.¨ I don't know.¨

The stranger gives her a quizzical look.¨ You do not know what?¨
¨ I don't know if I want to go with you.¨ Allison slightly hunches in on herself, making her seem smaller.¨ I might rather get wet then go with a stranger…¨

The man smiles softly and nods. He takes a step towards Allison and extends his hand.¨ I understand…my names Odin, nice to meet you.¨

Allison hesitates, and Odin raises his brow smiling.

She smiles back, and takes his hand in hers. She is surprised at how soft the grip is.

¨ My name is Allison.” She says, bashfully.¨ It's nice to meet you too, Odin.¨

¨There, now we aren't strangers, anymore, are we?¨

Allison giggles and gives a nod.¨ I guess not.¨

Odin smiles, straightens himself, and gives her his elbow.¨ Shall we then? The storm doesn't seem like it's stopping soon. We better get going while it's still bearable.¨

Allison hums in agreement and wraps her arm around Odin´s elbow.¨ Let's go then. I would really hate it if I got all these new clothes wet.¨

@Divine-Irish-Potato-the-2nd

Here you go! I hope you like it :) !!!
Odin is a tall elf with fluffy white hair that's parted to the right and has pool cloudy, green eyes. He is usually seen in casual, yet fashionable, clothing. Odin is a fan of dark green turtlenecks, beige coats, baggy black dress pants, and black boots.People find him weird and mysterious but, in reality, he is just a people watcher who likes to learn/figure things out for his own sake! He likes to try new things, no matter what, and is just a curious creature overall. He does get shy easily and doesn’t really like to talk to strangers, unless its about stuff he is interested in then you might just hear him speak a little bit. He likes to practice magic, play with cats, and study science. He hates loud crowds and being messy.

I imagine Odin and Allison meeting unexpectedly.

It’s pouring outside, and she forgot her umbrella. The small, silver car laughs at her from a distance. It’s metal exterior glistening with the rain and reflecting the clouded moon's light.

Allison states out at the car parking lot in loss. She grips the plastic handle of shopping bags tightly between her fists and stares heatedly at the ground, as if the symmetrical titled floor had all the answers to her problems.

She blinks with a sigh and rolls her head back, chin pointing straight up at the ceiling. There are only two options. A, she could make a run for it, and get soaked, or B, wait for the rain to stop.

Allison straightens her head and looks out the big glass window. She frowned as the rain began to pour harder.
She looked at a nearby clock, and her shoulders deflated.

‘ The mall is closing soon.’ She thinks, her lips quirking into a wiggled frown.’ And the rain doesn’t look like it will be stopping soon…’

Thunder cracks outside. Allison yelps and jumps away from the window, blindly falling backwards.
She expects to hit the ground, and braces herself for impact, but a sturdy wall keeps her upright.

“ Are you okay, miss?” A polite, accented voice asks from above.

Allison’s eyes widen in horror. She jumps away from the stranger, and quickly turns around, to apologize.

“ Oh my gosh! I’m so so sorry! I didn’t see you behind me! Please do-“ Allison abruptly cuts herself off. She’s eye level with the under half of a grey covered chest. She cranes her neck up, wincing as it punches a bit, and feels fear begin to leak into her body.

The stranger’s face contorts into unease. He rubs the back of his neck.” Miss?”

Allison doesn’t seem to process his voice, and stares on. Green eyes locked on his face.

She takes a step back, to help relax her neck, and lets the plastic shopping bags drop to the floor.

‘ God…he’s like a giant!.’ Allison thinks.’ Nearly three times my height! How can a person be that big?’ She lips wiggle uncontrollably, but she doesn’t feel like crying.

The stranger tilts his head, and asks again.” Miss?…Are you okay? The malls closing soon, and I just wanted to make sure that-“

“ Yes! I’m perfectly fine, thank you!” Allison blurts nervously, a cool sweat beginning to form on her forehead.” I was just waiting for the rain to stop, that’s all!”
She quirks her head a little bit to the side, trying to force the most believable smile she could muster.

The man lets his arm fall to his side. He scrunches his lips up, looks out the window, then back to Allison. His jade eyes scan her up and down.

‘ Is he…is he checking me out?’ Allison pulls her red jacket tight around her frame, and bites her lip.’ What a per-‘

“ I have an umbrella if you need it.’

Allison’s jaw drops in surprise.” What?”

The man pulls his said umbrella out from his side, it’s a soft flower yellow, and points the top of it at Allison with his hand covered in a black clothed glove.
It makes her tense up.

“ You don’t have an umbrella, right?” He pauses, waiting for Allison to shake her head,.” How about I walk you to your car? It’s getting late, after all, and I don’t think anyone would want to get soaked in that.”

Allison turns her head, it’s pouring outside, and catches a glimpse of the full moon behind the dark clouds. Her silver car can barely be seen through the storm now, and everything around it has been cloaked in unforgiving darkness.
She knows she can’t go out in that alone…but it still scares her.

She looks back up at the man, studying him carefully.

Tan skin contrasts softly against his unnaturally white hair, that’s shaved on one side, and bluish green eyes. Allison guesses that he may be Asian but the sharpness of his nose is distinctly European, and she doesn’t want to assume anything.

His build is tall, and strong. A firm chest stretches the tight grey turtleneck he’s wearing, and faint biceps struggle to breath in his long black leather jacket that has a strap tied around his waist. The flowy beige dress pants leave everything to the imagination, but the ends of the legs snap close to his ankles. Allison looks down to his feet, fitted in off white shoes, and takes note of the obscure swamp green socks.

He looks like an average, yet fashionable, looking man. His eyes are soft, same with his smile, and voice is welcoming and sweet…but it could all be fake, he could easily overpower her and whisk her away in the dark.

A not so welcoming end.

Allison ponders her chances, the stranger looks at her expectantly, while picking up the dropped bags at her feet.¨ I don't know.¨

The stranger gives her a quizzical look.¨ You do not know what?¨
¨ I don't know if I want to go with you.¨ Allison slightly hunches in on herself, making her seem smaller.¨ I might rather get wet then go with a stranger…¨

The man smiles softly and nods. He takes a step towards Allison and extends his hand.¨ I understand…my names Odin, nice to meet you.¨

Allison hesitates, and Odin raises his brow smiling.

She smiles back, and takes his hand in hers. She is surprised at how soft the grip is.

¨ My name is Allison.” She says, bashfully.¨ It's nice to meet you too, Odin.¨

¨There, now we aren't strangers, anymore, are we?¨

Allison giggles and gives a nod.¨ I guess not.¨

Odin smiles, straightens himself, and gives her his elbow.¨ Shall we then? The storm doesn't seem like it's stopping soon. We better get going while it's still bearable.¨

Allison hums in agreement and wraps her arm around Odin´s elbow.¨ Let's go then. I would really hate it if I got all these new clothes wet.¨

( _{Why do people write my characters better than me???) IT'S AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!! I see it too! I ship it}

I wanna do it again!!

My character is named Vozreal, and they are a white, abrosexual man. He is dark-haired, have crimson eyes, and are broad shouldered and muscled lightly and are 7'4". They like to make deals, They have a 1930s rubberhose cartoon smile.
He dislikes bigotry of any kind (Who like bigotry, though? Not any sane person)
Their aesthetic is tuxedos and chaos, idk how else to describe it

Evan has short straight white hair that has a small fade to black on his neck. a bit tanner than pale but not tan enough too pale. 5'8. He has a very soft aesthetic to him, wears a lot of soft boy clothes, sweaters and sweatshirts stuff. he likes animals, doing asl, (American sign language), interacting with people and his dislikes are probably when he sees people being treated unfairly, he despises fighting but if its ply fighting then he doesn't mind. in supernatural universes he has the ability to control sound but it drains him to use to long so he don't like that.
he definitely can tend to be too harsh on himself, very touchy as in he will give lots of touch in wholesome way. partially deaf so he has to read lips and sign :)) easy to get along with.
More quiet and reserved at first meeting but later when he's comfortable very chaotic

@Horrid

Here you go ! I hope you like it :) !!!

Honovi is a 6’2 lean muscled guy with dark mocha skin/eyes, and brown hair that he likes to wear in braids. He can be identified by the single black mole on the left side of his nose. A small amount of facial hair can be seen growing above his medium sized pink lips and along his sharp jawline. The tops of his forearms are scarred with burn marks from a house fire he was in and unknown deep, scratches array his back. Honovi can usually be found wearing stylish sweaters and jeans that are either a mix of dark clothing or just plain black. When playing sports, his common attire is a grey muscle tee and black adidas shorts. Honovi is a funny and lively guy to be around, but he can also make the people around him really stressed . He loves to adventure by riding his bike or playing some sort of sport/game with his friends! Unfortunately, when Honovi does get really excited or full of adrenaline, he can go a little….koo-koo. His friends have described him as ‘a magnet for death’ at the amount of times Honovi has attempted to do something dangerous or outright crazy. He can really tire people out, but he does have his down moments (as everyone else does.). In his free time, Honovi likes to braid flower crowns and practice playing his flute.

She met him in preschool. He, the kid that wore bright yellow shirts and blue shorts, sat at the back of the class. Next to her.(The teacher said it was because they were the ´bad kids´ that distract the class, but Ginny thinks it was fate. No matter how cheesy it sounds.)

Ginny remembers the way his brown eyes seemed to melt into honey when the light hit them just right, and the way his dark skin shimmered like an ancient star during winter. He was always the kid covered in colorful band aids and dirt. The class clown that never knew he was the class clown, it was just his personality.

He was a kid that Ginny remembers being her best friend, maybe even her first crush…until he moved away.

She remembers his last words to her, before he got in that big, ugly, mustard yellow car his dad owned. She remembers he had lost his two front teeth, he later told her he knocked them out when riding his scooter, and how his half broken speech made her heart sing a sad song/

´my gandma iss ´ick…und ah haffe to mofe away..´

The rest is all vague and meaningless after that…because she never saw him again. His name is locked in the back of her mind, the key is gone, and she is unable to access it. His face is messy with swirls of different browns and blacks.
She can´t remember who he is, just his significance in her early lifetime.

Ginny thought they would meet again one day, it was fate, right? But 12 years go by and she hasn't met another person like him…and she still can´t remember his name.( She would ask her mom to look it up in one of her yearbooks, but she remembers that they lost them in an accidental fire years ago.)

It still upsets her to this day.

She remembers to forget him, his presence just makes her sad anyway, and focuses on other stuff…like gardening. She always wears gloves, to keep her hands clean from the dirt, and stays clear of pointy plants or flowers. It keeps her busy, plus she's grown to like it.

Ginny builds her own little garden in her backyard when she graduates college, and it's as pretty as her five year old mind had imagined it. Carrots, tomatoes, beans, pepper, lilacs, lilies, Calla lilies, Orchids, Daisies…All beautiful and rich. They light up her yard and attract butterflies and herbivores of every kind.

That annoys Ginny, a lot…but she has a soft spot for the little chocolate brown rabbit that frequets her small backyard. She´s named him Henry, or little H, and only feeds him the carrots that don't grow past two inches and the flower petals that fall off the stem. The relationship is one sided, though. Henry will never let Ginny touch him and, if she tries, he runs away. Always out of her reach…

She remembers to forget.
One day, the day Henry usually comes to snag his free treats, he doesn't show up.

Ginny tells herself not to worry about it, there's no other veggie garden in her neighborhood, he´ll show his face soon.(But he doesn't.)

A week passes, Henry doesn't show his furry face once, and Ginny begins to really worry. He couldn´t be ignoring ginny for this long, right? He loves his daily carrots and flowers, especially the yellow ones, what is going on with him?

She fears the worst.¨ What if he's dead? What if a dog ate him, or he was hit by a car? What if someone snatched him up and is forcing him to be their pet?¨

¨ What if…? What if…? What if…?¨

Ginny forces herself to calm down…and then she goes out to look for Henry.

She lives near a thick wood, and a river runs between her house and the next. That's the first place she thinks to search for him.

Dressing in a flowy, short dress and brown boots, Ginny sets off into the forest.

¨ Henry! Henry!¨dead grass crunches beneath her feet, and the sun splits into multiple little stars as it shines through the condensed tree leaves above.”She cups her hands around her mouth.¨ Henry! Henry!¨.

Ginny shifts a basket she brought with her last minute, and pulls out a small carrot. She steps over a fallen log and searches between the standing trees.¨ Henry! Where are you? I have food for you!¨ crunch crunch.¨ It's your favorite! Baby carrots!¨ She reaches quickly into the basket and pulls out a fresh yellow flower he had picked this morning.¨ And Aven petals!¨

The sound of a rushing river grows closer the deeper Ginny stalks into the woods. No animals scamper around her, and birds fly away when she walks by. It's like the woods are abandoned. No one else makes a sound.

She pushes forward.

¨ Henry! Henry! I have food for you! Henry! Henry! Hen-¨

¨ Grace! Gracie! Where are you?¨

Ginny stops in her tracks. She wildly looks around her, but no one is there. She holds her breath and listens. Making sure the voice she heard was not a figment of her imagination.

The trees rustle in front of her, there is no wind, then birds fly overhead. Screaming like banshees.

She takes a step back, preparing herself to run, but stops.

¨ Gracie!¨

There it is again. The voice, a man in the woods…her neighbor, possibly?

Ginny turns toward the voice. She grips her basket, and then takes off in a light jog. Her chest beating with something…different.

“Gracie!”

Ginny huffs as she runs. The basket in her arm shakes each time she takes a step, and the vegetables roll frantically in each direction.

The sound of rushing water rumbles in her ear and, before she knows it, the river is right underneath her. Giny acts quick and digs her feet into the ground to keep from falling over. Sprinkles of water splash onto the bottom of her legs, the rushing river speeding by in a flash.
Ginny’s chest heaves for air, and a hot sweat drips from her hairline.

“ Gracie!” The voice is closer now, but a dangerous river separates her from getting closer.

Ginny looks across, trees rustle with birds flying by, at the sandy bed in front of her. It’s technically her neighbors property but, since Ginny has yet to meet her neighbor, she doesn't know if that fact stands.
Still, she stays on her side of the river. Weary of the man on the other side, but curious.

She waits for the voice to shout again.” Gracie!” before she shouts herself.

“ Hello!” it echoes in the trees, and then is followed by quickly approaching footsteps.

“ Hello? Who’s there!?” They’re just behind the tree line, and getting closer.

Ginny stands her ground, gripping the basket.” It’s me, your neighbor!”

Grass crunches.” My neighbor? What are you doing out here in the woods?” their shadow becomes clear in the tree's shade. He’s tall, maybe a few inches taller than herself, and has braided hair.

She takes a step back.” I could ask the same about you…but, if you want to know, I'm looking for someone.”

“ A person?…-ew, spider web.” Ginny watches as the man's faint frame swats at nothing, and she has to suppress a giggle.

“ No, an animal.” Ginny sets down the basket and brushes invisible dust off her dress.” Have you seen a brown rabbit around here? His name is Henry, and he likes yellow flowers.”

“ A brown rabbit? Erm..” The shadow ducks under a tree branch.” I don’t think so, sorry…have you seen a white rabbit? Her names Gracie, and she likes red peppers…” the shadow trips over something, and a dark hand catches the light as he steadies himself on a tree.” bell peppers…of course.”

Ginny frowns.”I’m afraid I haven’t.”

The man breathes heavily and walks into the light with his hands on his hips.” That’s a shame…I haven’t seen Gracie since-…”

Familiar brown eyes catch Ginny’s own eyes, and the world stops.

The man does have his hair braid back, but it's pulled into a neat bun. His dark skin glistens in the sun…and his eyes melt into honey with the light.

Ginny begins to remember.

Colorful band aids, dirt covered hands, yellow shirts, blue shorts…it’s fate.

A name comes to mind.

” Honovi?”

He looks at her in recognition, his water line glistening with unshed tears.” Gi…Ginny?” he steps forward onto the sandy river bed. The water is just barely nipping at his toes.

Ginny’s vision starts to become blurry with her own tears but, she smiles, and wipes them away.” Yeah…it’s me.” Her smile turns bitter sweet and lips tremble.

Honovi’s eyes clouded with tears, he let them fall down his cheek.

“ It’s…its been so long..” Honovi’s voice breaks with either tremendous sadness or overwhelmed happiness. He looks down at the river, scanning its surface, and steps on one rock ( of many) that sticks out of the water.

Ginny watches as her carefully maneuvers his way over, feet skillfully hopping from one rock to another, and her heart grows in her chest.

Honovi comes right up to the ledge Ginny stands on, the underside having been destroyed by erosion, and looks up at her beautiful face. Tears now coating his face.

He reaches up as Ginny squats down and takes her in his arms. Lifting her away from the ledge, Honovi hugs her close and cries into her shoulder.
Ginny doesn’t mind.

And they stay like that for a long time. Both finding comfort in each other's embrace and all their worries pushed to the back of their minds. They deserved it.

…

From afar, a white and brown rabbit watch on in silence.

I put this on the old one, but it doesn't matter if you can't get to it.

Name Daren

Pronouns He/Him/His

Sexuality Pansexual.

Appearance Hair is light brown, shaved on the sides, top about four inches, it falls across his forehead in a side bang like style (I'm not sure how to explain it).
His eyes are brown, under them shades of purple, lamenting the sleep he has lost.
His body is overall pretty thin and tall looking, though he has an average skeleton.
He wears huge shirts (A lot of them broken or dirty, the end trim of the shirt ripped off, etc) that only makes him seem thinner, he wears tighter jeans with belts, most jeans don't fit him right.

Aesthetic For aesthetic, I'll just list some songs.

• West Virginia By The Front Bottoms
• Prom Queen By Beach Bunny
• Today Is Not Real By The Front Bottoms
• Grande Finale By The Front Bottoms

Road trips and concerts, dancing to music through headphones in the middle of the night so no one sees, mixing coffee with five hour energy, driving out to the fields just to watch the sunset.

Likes Music. . Having friends/being socially successful. Feeling like a skeleton. Coffee. Being productive. Long drives/road trips.

Dislikes The way he feels after eating, thinking about how he'll never get to listen to every good song before he dies. People who treat his little brother like sh*t/People who try to take advantage of his little brother. His body.

Few "fun" facts He hides things real well. His best friend steals alcohol from their parents and shares it with him. He gets cold a lot. He plays this really dumb game with his best friend, but they both find it awesome. He silently works out at 3am so no one hears him. Makes all the food for his mom and brother, his mom works all day and is tired when she gets home, his brother isn't very good at cooking.

My character: Caleb Vaughn
Pronouns/Sexuality: He/Him, Heterosexual

Appearance: Sandy blonde short hair that always looks like he has bed head, his eyes are stormy blue/grey

Personality: Caleb is an outsider, always pushes others away because he is afraid of getting to close to people who will just in the end leave him. Despite this Caleb's greatest fear is being alone. He is very sarcastic and often in tense situations will list all the bad things that could happen. Very cynical. His parents aren't around much and basically taught himself everything he knows. He is very loyal once you are close to him he will try never to let you down.

Aesthetic: Lots of black and grey colors. Very kinda singular, never multiple of things or crowded places. Overall, think death, graveyards, and such.

Likes: Quiet, being around but not with people.

Dislikes: Liars, cheats, thief, etc. Extremely crowded places, he is an introvert.

Facts: In my book it is about the four horsemen of the apocalypse, Caleb is death. All my main characters have a negative emotion that encompasses them his is loneliness.

@QUABSTIX Thanks! That was so good!

My character: Penny Macintyre

Penny is a 13-year-old girl who is very outgoing and impulsive. She is a bit immature and often forgets to think before she says something. She also often try too hard to seem "cool" to preserve the tough tomboy image she has at school. She does this because she desperately wants to be admired and loved, which she feels she lacks because of events in her past. She has ginger hair, pale skin, and a lanky figure.

Aesthetic: Likes the colors yellow and orange, wears a lot of overalls, and in general has a tomboy look to her.

Likes: Playing arcade games, climbing trees, reading comics, and hanging out with her best friend Olivia.

Dislikes: Snobby people, school, feeling lonely, and friends getting mad at her.

Facts: Is Jewish and has ADHD.

My character:
This is Aither Clasan, a history professor from England who also happens to be an air Elemental. They have hair made of cloudlike material and grey/blue skin. They have a scarf made of shadows.
They're friendly but do tend to be quick to violence in the most friendly way possible. They've literally threatened to kill someone with a huge smile on their face.
They're prone to infodumping about random historical events and know wayyyy too much about ancient torture methods.
They enjoy singing and have a bad habit of forgetting that they hate tea.

My character, if you might?

Andy is a genetic experiment/living doll from a steampunk alternative universe parallel to ours. She was created by the nefarious Doctor Enfield as a weapon, but she’s probably one of the softest people you’ll ever meet. She’s very tall and strong, and uses this to her advantage to give people the best hugs. Andy loves dogs, and likes to embroider on her hands and feet and arms as a hobby. She does struggle with boundaries and has some self-hatred issues, as well as not dealing well with abandonment due to how her creator/father treated her growing up, making her dependent on him for everything and just generally being an abusive parent. However, as she grows and learns about the world, she becomes more stable and self-assured and her mental state wildly improves once she makes friends with the protagonist. She dislikes being lied to mostly, and has a soft/doll aesthetic.

Hi! I was part of the last discussion board who's character you never got to. Still, don't feel pressured to do mine, especially if you're busy, but I'd love for you to reply! :)

Name: Vincent Criss

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: gay

Appearance: He is around 5'9 at an average weight, having clearly defined muscles though not super buff or anything. His skin tone is between fair and medium on the fair side. He has olive green monolid eyes, and long wavy golden-blond hair that he often keeps in a high ponytail with a few strands framing his face. His main outfit consists of an athletic black tank top with tan cargo pants and athletic shoes.

Personality: Vincent is both quiet and apathetic most of the time. He doesn't trust easily and believes that hard work is what makes you strong. He has a strong internal longing for change and adventure, not caring much about material possessions. He is desensitized to killing/death having grown up in the guard, he BOTTLES his emotions. He doesn't look for a fight, but he will rarely back down from one. Despite what his outside demeanor suggests, he cares about others much more than he cares for himself. Still, he does not like to get close to people due to his mother's death and one of his only "friends" leaving him. He is also VERY level-headed and logical-thinking.

Aesthetic: Nature- dirt pathways, evergreen trees, a hot day of hard work, dark bruises, dry throat, gauze, sharp breaths

Likes: Quiet, hard work/working out, adventure, change, drinking, a good spar, meat-based dishes, knitting, bunnies :)

Dislikes: Tea, feeling like a situation isn't in his control, disobedience, emotional people, strong emotions in general, sitting around/doing nothing

Extra/sort of backstory: Vincent grew up learning medicine so he is proficient in that area. He works as the chief of his Kingdom's royal guard, having earned the position after his mother died. His medicinal training plus his fighting abilities make him a valuable asset to the guard, although he isn't the best at leading.