FANTASY CBER PICTURINGS

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FANTASY CBER PICTURINGS

FANTASY CBER PICTURINGS

Katydid: You are a young magykworker. You are not the best of them, yet, but you are learning. Your magic is of love potions and a few simple spells; and knowing the properties of specific magic plants and how to use them. You have leaves in your tangled brown hair, muddy feet, grass stained knees, and a wide minty toothed smile. You wear a tattered brown dress and carry only a basket with a collection of herbs and plants, and a spellbook. You travel around the country doing different jobs; sometimes you are hired to help charm some seeds during planting season to bear well and fully; othertimes you just sell some simple charms to help things be more sturdy. Often for spare money you sit in marketplaces and sing; your voice is like that of a lark, wild and beautiful, haunting as the moonshine on water, and even more beautiful. Your steps are light and soft, even if you are running; you walk one foot in front of another, tentativly. Your home is the forest and oft you can be found their, eatting nuts and berries instead of bread and meat. 

Teresa: You are the governess of the Royal children. You have the best of posturing, and always walk perfectly upright; you are kind and under you the Royal children have perfect manners and are well ahead in their studies. You wear a gray dress, and walk gracefully, and do well in the castle; but sometimes you can be seen when the children are bent over their studies, busy, sniffing a silken flower that never dies, given to you long ago by your mother, who was a friend of a forest.

Somebody: You are a hireable assasian. Your hood is black as night, your eyes glimmer under the darkness of the hood. You have been hired by kings and emperors. You are the One Who Watches. You seem to appear at every important event, at weddings and banquets and sometimes just in the marketplace, strolling unnoticed through a thick crowd. You seem to fade into the shadows, into the crowd, into the background; you are forgetable amongst many and terrifying when you lift your head, and once one has seen you for who you are, you will never leave their minds whenever they see a caped figure. 

 

 

submitted by Indigo
(November 14, 2015 - 11:08 pm)

back to the Down to Earth

Oooh! Could you do me? Sorry, I just love your personifications.

submitted by Booksy Owly
(November 15, 2015 - 1:01 am)

Top!

submitted by Topsy Owly
(November 15, 2015 - 1:01 am)

Booksy Owl: You are half owl goblin and half human. Your father, a human, was a librarian and kept close to him books, some of fairy tales that speak of midnight and dawn, dwarves and sisterhood, some journals and some books filled with poetry written by elves. You keep this close and gaurd them with every recourse you have. You live in forest, eatting mushrooms prepared the elven style. You know the forest like the back of your hand, as does the forest. The people of the forest, including elves and goblins, visit you to read your prized books. You have shoulder length, perfectly straight brown hair with slender golden and chestnut strikes running through it; you are short and slim, with sparrow brown arms and legs from all the sun you get. You have huge brown and cream wings that you use to fly yourself about.  You smell like pine and lavender, and dress simply in a skirt and blouse, no shoes. You and Katydid have an agreement of sorts; you allow her to read your books of magic and she sells you elven herbs for your famous mushroom and rabbit stew.

 

 

submitted by Indigo
(November 15, 2015 - 1:55 pm)

Ooh, cool! Could someone do me?

submitted by Joss, age 13, ME
(November 15, 2015 - 3:07 pm)

COOL! That's amazing, Indigo!

submitted by Aquina W., age 13, Atlantis
(November 15, 2015 - 3:16 pm)

You probably don't know me too well, but could you at least try? Please?

Hallia says rtew. Gezundheit. 

submitted by Scylla
(November 15, 2015 - 3:52 pm)

You guys can always picture each other, too!

submitted by Indigo
(November 15, 2015 - 5:17 pm)

Oh, yes! Indigo's picturings are the best in the world. :)

Somebody: Well, yes, a hireable assassin. You work for no one and everyone, and you will destroy almost anyone you are assigned to. You demand a hearty sum for your work, and many aare thrown off by this; or perhaps your appearance. Your jumper is a midnight black, a cloak draped around you, poised on your shoulders like a queen on a throne. Your face is covered by the hood, but your customers swear that your violet eyes shine out nonetheless.

Booksy Owly: (aargh, everyone beats me to it!) A young girl, your father is a librarian that you are apprenticed to. You may be small, but your effort beats that of some of his adult employees. With large brown eyes and short brown hair, you've been deemed "adorable" by many grown-ups.

Joss and Scylla, I'm joining you two together... Joss, are you a boy or a girl? I'm sorry I keep forgetting...

submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(November 15, 2015 - 5:46 pm)

Haha I'm a girl... My real name is Jocelyn. You're a girl too.... right?!?

submitted by Joss
(November 15, 2015 - 8:21 pm)

:) Thank you so much, that's so sweet. 

submitted by Indigo
(November 15, 2015 - 8:58 pm)

Indigo: You're always changing when it comes to a fantasy picturing of you. Currently, I see you as a knight, defending your home or off to reclaim the Holy Lands. You aren't in it for wealth or title, you want to know your rights, home, family, friends, and faith are all protected. You are calm and level-headed in battle. You wield weapons with grace and without hesitation, whether it be sword, javelin, or bow. At the same time, you are also a giver of mercy, giving people the opportunity to redeem themselves. Your armour isn't sparkling or shiny, it's armour, but you yourself radiate an internal beauty that is acknowledged by all.

That was quite fanciful but I'm in a fanciful mood and that is how I see you. Currently. Later you'll probably be a dragon or something, but for now that is you. 

submitted by Blonde Heroines Rule, age unknown, Dixie Land
(November 15, 2015 - 7:06 pm)

Joss: You smile with exhilaration as you draw a bowstring back to your ear. You are an archer, and one who is thrilled every time you pick up a bow. You are fearless, and you never miss. Your dirty-blonde hair is straight, and always blowing everywhere, but this only makes you seem all the more adventurous. You ride a beautiful chestnut, bareback, and all watch in awe as you ride past. You wear the clothes of a boy, which would be s

Aquina: You are of the sea, though no one is sure exactly who you are. You can often be found walking slowly on the beach, the wind blowing your hair and dress so that they ripple like the waters of a lake. Your hair falls down your back, just past your waist, bright aqua-blue streaks in brilliant blonde. Your eyes are large and piercing, a bright blue that seems to see deep into the soul of all you encounter. The bright blue dress reaches your ankles, where it twirls around your sandals set with sapphires and aquamarines. A large ring of a deep blue sapphire adorns your ring finger, and the seams of your dress are embroidered with seed pearls. You are mysterious, though you never induce fear. 
Indigo: Your deep black hair falls back perfectly from your face, and your violet eyes sparkle cleverly. You easily out-maneuver any enemy you come across, for you are as limber in movement as you are in mind. You're not on the side of the rules. You fight for good whether that allies you with outcasts or with those of highest status. Every situation you come across you handle with ease and wit, and the good respect you highly, while the evil fear your power.
Scylla: You are a shape-shifter, whose main forms are human and leopard. You have shoulder-length cropped golden blonde hair, and large golden eyes that the felinity of your soul shows through. You creep silently, regardless of what form you take, and your senses are honed to perfection. You have a younger sister (not sure why...) who you protect at all costs, but you are more of a loner in general. Your pride is your most valued possession, and while it never causes you to hurt another, you sometimes make rash decisions. But you can always be relied on to protect those you love and defend the weak.
Could someone, perchance, do me? :-) 
Fflewddur says cyur. See my...future? My...grades? My...hair? Or, do you mean "see ya"? Where are you going?
submitted by Sydney C., age 13
(November 15, 2015 - 8:07 pm)

I love that, Sydney! I happen to love leopards :) And I actually have an older sister, but whatever. And I'm extremely levelheaded. But I love it.

Sydney: You are a lone ranger, an archer without a home. You live in a gorge with rusty red cliffs. Your light brown hair is in a loose braid and your golden eyes rimmed with copper reflect the hard life you have. You are intelligent and cunning, and you scout the gorge each day for ways to manipulate it into a way out. You can stare things to death, but prefer to shoot them with your acacia bow. You make arrows on acacia shafts with phoenix feathers as fletching and obsidian arrowheads. Your skin is bronzed by the sun, and the eagles are your friends. One sits on your shoulder, his name is Scree. You make do with what ye've got, and the raging river in the bottom of the gorge carries fish for you to eat. You are like a hawk. You have honor and pride equivalent of an eagle and you have wings. Massive wings on your back, rusty red feathers like the cliffs. You soar with the eagles, but cannot leave the barren prison.

 

submitted by Scylla
(November 15, 2015 - 9:40 pm)

Wow, that's beautiful! And slightly depressing, but seriously cool. Eagles and archery and gorges, oh my! Though I wish I was that composed...I'd probably find some way to make that really awkward in real life, despite being alone. However, it's nice to be less awkward and quirky for a bit. :-)

submitted by Sydney C, age 13
(November 15, 2015 - 10:45 pm)

Thanks for doing me!

submitted by Joss
(November 16, 2015 - 7:06 am)
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