The main character is a young 16 year old girl. She has long red hair and brown eyes, she is lean and athletic. Her preferred style is dark academia, and a mix of grunge. She wears a headphones every time she goes out, other than the headphones or earphones, she has a hat. The hat is normally a newsboy hat or a French hat. She likes to wear necklaces and bracelets. She has a messenger bag an...

He’s got eyes that could cut right through you in one glance.. though he’s never given me that look his so infamous for. His honey eyes soften when met with my gaze. His chocolate hair is ever so messy yet striking at the same time it’s un-deniable. The way his curls wrap perfectly around my dainty finger will forever give me butterflies. Lips so pristine, I could only dream of kissing. His smile ...

Her auburn hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders. Those hazel eyes, soft yet could bore into anyone. She stood tall. A knife strapped to her thigh under her olive gown. The intricate silver and aquamarine forget-me-not necklace cold on her chest. Not the tallest young lady but not short either.

Sweetly-bitter remarks come out of her mouth. Her smile is to deceive you so she can plunge a...

She's taller then most people would be, with her brown and purple hair covering one eye. The other with a wing and eyeliner making a spiked shape down from her eye, both black in color. They have heterochromia, making one eye light blue, the other gold-brown. A baggy faded band shirt hiding the curves they process. She wears leggings with pockets and holes in the knees from sliding across differen...

He’s a slim and nerdy kid. Quite impulsive and driven by an inner force. Likes the cold weather, his mother was actually an ice queen. But, he’s not aware of that or the magic he’s inherited from her. He lacks confidence, and is quite shy. But loves making people happy. He’s tall and independent, enjoying his time alone and solitude relaxing by the ice wall. Writing stories and poems, fantasizing ...

Ever the princess in her fancy dresses, skirts of tulle and bodices of lace and bead, caramel blond tendrils tucked into a woven braid, frail tiaras the opposite of her personality showing royal status. If not laced in jewels of rubies and gold, she’s a simple girl who longs to be free, hair flowing open or in ponytails, wearing black leggings, flexible tops and long capes, carrying her magic staf...

She stands in front of the mirror, her reflection a stark contrast to the vibrant person she once was. Her eyes, once bright and full of life, now seem dull and sunken, weighed down by the weight of her sorrow. Her skin is pale, and her hair is disheveled, framing her face in a tangled mess.

**Her clothes are worn and frayed, clinging to her frame in a way that accentuates her f...

When Fallon finally catches a glimpse of herself in a mirror, it draws her in closer for further inspection. She knew of the light freckles that dotted across her nose and along the apples of her cheeks, the ones that used to redden at the slightest hint of embarrassment. She recognized the mixture of green and brown that circled around her pupil. The darkness of her hair was familiar, but the len...