forum Character Aesthetic Prompt

Started March 17, 2019 by Screaming cinnamon roll

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Write your character's name then write a series of things that can go into their aesthetic.
you can write anything from a song to a smell.

Yamatsukami:
Fire, earth, the smell of molten metal, charcoal, the sound of hammering steel, brown, amber, gold, emerald green, purple, jeans, stained t-shirts, walking barefoot, flying, the smell of gunpowder, iron shavings, caves, mountains, granite, basalt, sand, that snuggly feeling you get when buried in the sand at the beach, outcast, hybrid, that satisfying feeling you get after making something from scratch, all kinds of soups and stews, Cornerstones (the dessert), bear hugs, talons, claws, wings, naps, sleeping on your stomach, lounging in the warm sun, summer, obsessing over tiny details, winning fake arguments.

Guinevere:
Pillows, well-placed furniture, a very large sword, the desert, sand, sleeping on top of your large friend, warm clothes, that one piece of jewelry that you wear all the time, painted nails, turquoise, red, fighting, cooking, spending hours in the kitchen and having that great feeling when you're done and get to sit down and eat, bear hugs bordering on suplexes, having plans that are more like outlines, gold, leather, mud bricks, a winning smile.

Gawain:
Wings, scales, piercing eyes, a big laugh, being more sensitive than you think, lovable oaf, more of a lover than a fighter, smooth river stones, mountains, caves, hunting animals, runt of the litter, stuffed animals, big appetite, fire, bear hugs that are more like squishing someone to death, dragons, flying above the clouds, sunsets, that warm feeling in your chest when you drink something hot.

Paxton: The flickering screen of a short circuiting device, television static, water too dark to reflect your face, trees taller than the sky, damp moss, hospital beds, doctors without healing, thunderstorms, thievery, dark forests, pure intentions, skulls sitting on rocks, a stag's antlers wedged into a gnarled tree, roses with bloody thorns, a forest covered in shadows, rolling mist, endless fields of golden grain, abandoned farmhouses, silent roads, tables filled with food and no one left to eat it.

Sienna: The starlit sky on a clear night, masquerade masks, white feathers set adrift into the breeze, sugared skulls, lipstick, flower crowns, white togas, a goat with three horns cresting its head, grainy filters, globs of makeup, golden earrings, the cosmos, a bleeding wolf, a laurel wreath, the crown of a stolen queen, jewelry as precious and ancient as time itself, purple smoke billowing through the air, neon lights, dreams you can never grasp, the ghost of a lover's lips, the taste of a sour goodbye, golden apples, lucid dreams, elegance where it is most unwelcome.

Trenton: Rustic royalty, acoustic guitars, five course meals, country music, the smell of old money, molasses, intoxicating cologne, roosters crowing, church bells ringing, the dull clamor that follows a metal bucket hitting pavement, the sound of a slap- flesh hitting flesh, calloused hands and hearts, secretive whispers, cocky attitudes, heavy accents, cows, limousines, boarding schools, rumbling trackers, free verse poetry, broken lyrics, bruises, horses, hens, clicks, grades, pride, envy, a glass half empty, a heart half full.

Aurelius: Black leather, summer storms at night, bruised hands, scars, the smell of chamomile, the feeling of silk against skin, a hand slipping away from your grasp, candlelight, dancing shadows, a thick forest canopy, old photographs, tearful goodbyes, a thump in the night, the eerie feeling of a ghostly presence, an empty old church with no lights on and little light streaming through the stained glass

Valkyrie: gold plating, shining blades, blue skies, hot summers, red ribbon, the clinking of coins, fire, poisonous red berries, the smell of soil, the prick of a thorn, the smell of metal, the laughter of younger siblings, the longing for childhood, seeing is believing

Pollux: Black ink, tattoos, bandages, the smell of cherry blossoms, the taste of cough syrup, the smell of herbs, terracotta, everything up in flames, ancient bones, steel piercings, spring mornings, the squeaking of dew underneath your shoes, screaming songs along with friends despite not knowing the lyrics, the dying roar of a beast, being breathless with fear, the feeling of a broken heart, placing a bandage over a child's scraped knee, sideways smiles

Septima: Sunflowers, falling in the mud, wet hair, sunshine, stargazing, goth aesthetic, friendly facades, walks by yourself, silver shields, gray eyes, being "unladylike," black hoods, short sprints, the smell of sweat, the taste of cinnamon sugar, a golden apple, sunsets

Fiera: Red poppies, wax letter seals, the smell of ale, a field of wheat, crooked tiara, ancient castles, fancy corseted dresses that take your breath away and don't even look good, fighting in heels, the glow of a campfire, red hair, soft emerald grass, a large and loud banquet, loneliness in a crowd, a knife to the throat

Ignis: Old parchment, the smell of grandma's house, brown leather boots, spilled ink, wire-rimmed glasses, the sound of waves, the spray of ocean, the taste of salt, getting sand in your mouth, the deep sea, grand libraries with books up to the ceiling, writer's block, a pile of work to do, big smiles, a soft voice, water lilies, a hot bath

Azrael Baines
the color crimson, the metallic taste of blood, leaves being crushed beneath your feet, reflective surfaces, withered flowers, thick fog, rust on the bike you promised you'd care for when you first got it, odd scraping noises in the middle of the night, a horror movie you thought you'd enjoy but ended up unsettling you more than you ever imagined, waking from nightmares in a panic, the feeling of being watched, calculating expressions and fake smiles, uncomfortable hand shakes where the person squeezes too tight and won't let go, the pit in your stomach when you hear particularly bad news, being home alone in the darkness and dead silence

Cochiti
The smell of metal, petrified silence, the sound of bacon cooking, sarcasm, long arguing stares, cheeky smirks, being loud in a library, rain clouds with purple lightning, the gut feeling of fear, a stubborn sibling, messy hair, thinking about slitting someone's throat, the need to be heard, eating with a group of friends, telling ghost stories around a campfire, the contrast of blood on pale skin, war cries, a cat stalking its prey, a fisher attacking a snake (a fisher is a type of vicious weasel), fire reflected into people's eyes, the feeling of mutual distrust, the smell of alcohol, grey eyes.

Eve:
Street art. Loud concerts in abandoned warehouses. Leather jackets. Burt out cigarettes. Messy piles of guitar tabs. Kicking up combat boots on a school desk. Smudgy eyeliner. Worn skirts. Sticker covered guitar case. Punk music. Late nights. Finger less gloves. Thinking of random song lyrics. Rebellion. Climbing out the window. Atychiphobia. Tears falling freely once the door closes behind you. Running down empty alleyways. Curly brown hair and piercing gray eyes. Flipping off that one asshole. Learning to throw a punch. Curling up under a blanket. Rain falling. Not trusting your parents. Getting adopted by a ghost.

Roselyn:
Violin. Neat sheet music. Hair ribbons. Oxford shoes. Green eyes. Dirty blonde hair. Cups of tea. Summer sun. Winter wind. Casual blazers. Kittens. Love letters. Calligraphy. Bouquets of fresh flowers. Old books. Classic literature. Sunrises. Going to be early. Asking that question in class. Standing straight. Turning in assignments. Walking along empty, early morning streets. Fresh sheets. Sharp comebacks when needed. Trowing yourself into music. Hiding small scars with makeup. Curling up with a loved one. A River Flows In You. Not liking car rides. Biking. Befriending a ghost.