Describe Your Main Character Sheet

Describe your Main Character sheet

Skin

Tone: Pale, Rosy, Olive, Dark, Tanned, Alabaster, Ebony, Bronze, Golden, Fair

Texture: Smooth, Rough, Silky, Coarse, Flaky, Supple, Wrinkled, Calloused, Bumpy

Condition: Moles, Acne, Dry, Greasy, Freckled, Scars, Birthmarks, Bruised, Sunburned, Flawless

Complexion: Clear, Ruddy, Sallow, Glowing, Dull, Even-toned, Blotchy

Eyes

Size: Small, Large, Average, Tiny, Bulging, Narrow

Color: Grey, Brown, Blue, Violet, Pink, Green, Gold, Hazel, Crimson, Amber, Turquoise, Sapphire, Onyx

Shape: Doe-eyed, Almond, Close-set, Wide-set, Round, Oval, Hooded, Monolid

Expression: Deep-set, Squinty, Monolid, Heavy eyelids, Upturned, Downturned, Piercing, Gentle, Sparkling, Steely

Other: Glassy, Bloodshot, Tear-filled, Clear, Glinting, Shiny

Hair

Thickness: Thin, Thick, Fine, Normal

Texture: Greasy, Dry, Soft, Shiny, Curly, Frizzy, Wild, Unruly, Straight, Smooth, Wavy, Floppy

Length: Cropped, Pixie-cut, Afro, Shoulder length, Back length, Waist length, Past hip-length, Buzz cut, Bald

Styles: Weave, Hair extensions, Jaw length, Layered, Mohawk, Dreadlocks, Box braids, Faux locks, Braid, Ponytail, Bun, Updo

Color: White, Salt and pepper, Platinum blonde, Golden blonde, Dirty blonde, Blonde, Strawberry blonde, Ash brown, Mouse brown, Chestnut brown, Golden brown, Chocolate brown, Dark brown, Jet black, Ginger, Red, Auburn, Dyed, Highlights, Low-lights, Ombre

Eyebrows: Thin eyebrows, Average eyebrows, Thick eyebrows, Plucked eyebrows, Bushy eyebrows, Arched eyebrows, Straight eyebrows

Lips

Shape: Full, Thin, Heart-shaped, Bow-shaped, Wide, Small

Texture: Chapped, Smooth, Cracked, Soft, Rough

Color: Pale, Pink, Red, Crimson, Brown, Purple, Nude

Expression: Smiling, Frowning, Pursed, Pouting, Curved, Neutral, Tight-lipped, Parted

Nose

Shape: Button, Roman, Hooked, Aquiline, Flat, Pointed, Wide, Narrow, Crooked, Upturned, Snub

Size: Small, Large, Average, Long, Short

Condition: Freckled, Sunburned, Smooth, Bumpy

Build

Frame: Petite, Slim, Athletic, Muscular, Average, Stocky, Large, Lean, Stout, Bony, Broad-shouldered, Narrow-shouldered

Height: Short, Tall, Average, Petite, Giant

Posture: Upright, Slouched, Rigid, Relaxed, Graceful, Awkward, Stiff, Hunched

Hands

Size: Small, Large, Average, Delicate, Strong

Texture: Smooth, Rough, Calloused, Soft, Firm

Condition: Clean, Dirty, Manicured, Scarred, Wrinkled

Nails: Short, Long, Polished, Chipped, Clean, Dirty, Painted, Natural

Voice

Tone: Deep, High, Soft, Loud, Raspy, Melodic, Monotonous, Hoarse, Clear, Gentle

Volume: Loud, Soft, Whispery, Booming, Muted

Pace: Fast, Slow, Steady, Hasty, Measured

Expression: Cheerful, Sad, Angry, Calm, Anxious, Confident, Nervous, Excited, Bored

“There are people who take the heart out of you, and there are people who put it back.”

— Elizabeth David

Homeboy is the caretaker of the Hilltop Centre, the bar for “normal” is in hell.

Op please write this, the concept is amazing!

would anybody be interested in reading a book that im writing for funsies

concept: 3 eternal beings created the universe and one of them controlled knowledge. that being made this really sick maze library called the archives and turned evil because i said so because they were sick of humans being bitchy and shit and only coming to the archives for personal gain so the archives are now REALLY FUCKING DANGEROUS because that being legit roams around with this khopesh type weapon and legit kills people for entering.

the archives kinda got forgotten for a bit before the doorway reappeared in sydney and this one perrson who like wants to find their missing friend/family i havent decided yet decides to go to the archives to find out what happened and they slowly go insane in there because the archives have the knowledge of everything ever

red when im in the mood to write shit

also i did art

on the 3 beings

also the archive being glitches

-red

Cupid's Arrows: Wind Beneath My Wings

Cast:

Blaze-Black-Love To Hate

Otto-Yellow-Familial Love

Sylvia-Purple-Shallow Love

Ike-Green-Objective Love

Pheobe-Blue--Platonic Love

Rowan-Red-Romantic Love

Mr. C-Cupid

Chapter 1

“Shit fucking damn it, no no. Nonononono”

“Cupid? Are you ok? What’s wrong?”

Sylvia halted as one of her low heels stuck to the viscous liquid on the floor.

“Is… that what I think it is?”

Cupid nodded weakly from he was curled on the floor and Sylvia’s face constricted into some combination of despair or queasiness as she helped Cupid up. A large gash ran down his shoulder, soaking into the white of his coat. That was the source of the puddle. It was so much for one being, almost too much.

“Ok, here’s what we’re going to do, I’m going to go get Ike, he’d be better at this I think. You stay put- “

Cupid let out a shaking sob.

“Right, I guess you can’t really do anything else. Uhm, ok then.”

As Sylvia took off running something like adrenaline filled her and next thing she knew she burst into Ike’s room.

“Ike I need your help, do you have any medical supplies?”

Chapter 2

It was going to be ok, Ike had been able to patch up Cupids arm, it would probably heal soon. Cupid hadn’t had to tell the story for Sylvia to piece together what must have happened. She shuddered as she thought about it.

“I’m worried, what could’ve happened between Rowan and Cupid? Is it my fault? I woke him up, he chased after them…”

The rest of what Sylvia was going to say was muffled by the fabric of her lavender hoodie as she wiped her eyes on the sleeve. She knew the result was, but the question of what had really happened was eating at her.

Ike sniffed solemnly from where he was squatting against a pillar. He didn’t shift his gaze from the point in space ahead of him but his hand found Sylvia’s with a soothing calmness.

“For the record, I don’t think it’s your fault. Rowan’s always been loyal to Cupid, you couldn’t have known what would happen.”

“Ike, thank you, just, thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, it’s what friends are for.”

Chapter 3

“Really? Wow, good for him.”

Blaze smirked at the horrified look Sylvia made in response to his comment.

“Not funny Blaze, please don’t tell Otto or Pheobe, they’d be destroyed, just say Rowan’s in his room ok?”

Blaze held up his hands in a show of good faith.

“I won’t tell them, but c’mon, Cupid had it coming.”

Before Sylvia could tell Blaze off for this remark a shout rang out from the doorway that they were standing outside of.

“Cupids awake! I better go!”

Blaze did a sarcastic salute as Sylvia hurriedly opened the door and tried to calmly walk inside.

She couldn’t remember ever being inside Cupids room now that she though about it. It was enormous, larger than everyone’s rooms combined. It was also made of white marble, at first Sylvia had wondered if this was simply a continuation of Cupids domain that she hadn’t been in before but he had insisted on coming here specifically.

Cupids room consisted of a seemingly endless hallway of pillars supporting a large slab of concrete that looked as though it could fall and squash Sylvia like a bug at any time. The floor underneath the slab was covered in a white fur runner carpet that eventually, after what must have been minutes, led up several staircase steps to a simple white bed with an ornate, gold frame. It was here that Sylvia and Ike had left Cupid laying though the being was now sitting on the edge restlessly.

“Finally, what took you so long?”

“Sorry,”

Sylvia tried to catch her breath but failed as there was nothing on the platform she could lean against.

“Is something wrong?”

“I have a question,”

Sylvia was ready in an instant, Cupid needed her and she wouldn’t fail him.

“Do you trust me?”

The question caught her off guard, of course it did. As long as Sylvia had existed she had devoted herself to Cupid and his cause. It stung slightly, that he thought it was even possible for her to doubt him anymore. Sylvia didn’t say any of this however;

“I promise.”

Chapter 4

The pat of a hand on her shoulder as she understood what was being said,

The pat of her low heels on the rug walking away,

The pat of Rowan’s shoes as he had run after Cupid.

Had he been scared? Or did he have only violence on his mind? Did he even think about his family and friends when he tried to attack?

I have to do something

Desert folks by Ying Ding