Big-Ass Character Sheet (Updating)Big-Ass Character Sheet (Updating)5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Verse: (The universe your character belongs to. Can be original or fanfiction. [Ex: Original : The name of your book, movie, game or whatever. Fanfiction: Pokemon, Star Trek, Naruto, ect.)
Date: (The date this sheet was completed.)
Full Name: (Self explanatory)
Pronunciation: (Self explanatory)
Nickname/Alias: (Does your character have a pet name, fake identity, or any other thing they like to go by? Put it here.)
Meaning: ([Ex: Emily means "admiring" and William means "protector"] If you aren't sure your character's name has a meaning look it up, I'm sure you'll find something. If it's a fantasy name you made yourself, give it a meaning.)
Origin: (How did you come up with your character's name?)
Title: (Do have a title along with their name? [Ex: Sir, Captain, Ms.])
Pet Name: (What do other people call your character? [kid, squirt, babe, ect] May be insulting, endearing, or a combination of both. May have more than one, if other characters call them different things.
ID Number: (A num
Family Forever Chapter Four - That One Bit MoreFamily Forever Chapter Four - That One Bit More4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"It all started here." Ed explained; the ruins of our old house in front of us. "There was the main room, our room, the kitchen, the basement, the memories; it sure does bring me back." Ed let out a small laugh, walking across where every room roughly was.
"I'm surprised there's still some ashes left and that they all haven't been blow away." I chuckled, scratching the back of my head; glass shattering from underneath Ed's left foot as he tread forward a step. Brother straight away peered down at the floor where the noise had come from. He crouched down and digged in the pile of rubble, he was standing on and pulled out a dusty cracked, wooden photo frame, which had a photo still in it. He shook the ashes out the cracked photo frame before lifting it up to show me.
"Al remember this photo? I'm surprised it's still in good condition." He said, facing it towards me. I stepped closer to him and glanced at the photo. It was a photo of us as young boys with mother, mum held
LuxembourgLuxembourg4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Representing Country: Luxembourg
Capital City: Luxembourg
Human Name: Lydia-Rose Bonnefoi
Origin of Name: German and French
Nicknames: Lux and Lyd
Physical Age: 18
Actual Age: Unkown
Birthday: June 9th
Languages: French, German, Luxembourgish
Population: 503, 302
Area: 2,586 sq km
Floral Emblem: Rose
National Animal: Red Lion
National Holiday: June 28th
National Dish: Judd Mat Gaardebou'nen
Religion: Roman Catholic
Type of Government: Constitutional Monarchy
Flag: Three simple lines. It starts with red, white, then blue.
Hair Colour & Style: long wavy Auburn hair usually down with bangs that cut across her forehead to the right
Eye Colour: Deep blue with hints of light green, gold, and silver
Skin Tone: Pale
Weight: 140 lbs.
Body Type: Hour Glass
Outfit: Usually always a classical Lolita dress
Scars/Tattoo's/Piercings: Although it remains unseen, she has many scars covering her
Personality & Interests
Overall First Appearance:
Double Love IISweat slicked brow and beating drum,Double Love II5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be gone when morning comes.
I slither out of your bed and come up for air in hers.
She speaks to me, and I go sleepwalking through the storm,
passing a string of pearls cast high and hanging in the red-berried tree,
each white sphere cased in a delicate ice cocoon,
and snow collected in the crook of a branch,
like a lover nestled in the arms of her oldest friend
after a night they both comfortably refuse to regret.
Her hands, victims in the messy war against her art,
accidentally leave India ink tattoos where they hold me,
gentle and soft like rose petals pressed against my cheek.
She pours me out like a jar of sun-steeped tea.
Some days I wish you would drown me in it.
Master of RavensMaster of RavensMaster of Ravens10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
My little brother is nine years old the first time I decide to kill him.
During the night, snow fell over the jagged wreckage of our land. In the morning I realize he will follow me outside if I call to him. Like an awkward-limbed colt he'll stumble through the snowdrifts, and I can leave him to the ice and wind in the shadow of a three-walled building. No one will see me. Our father will think he has gotten lost on his own. I too will cry when they find his body. When the mourning is done, however, I will be my father's true and only son. 'Cam,' he will call to me, and I'll kneel down before him.
My father. Master of Ravens. Crow-Runner. The Blackbird King.
I pull on my winter boots, knot the coarse laces.
My little brother asks, 'Cam. Where are you going?'
'Out,' I tell him.
'To play in the snow?'
'To look at it.'
When he was born, my little brother was named Taliesin. His is a world without myths, of course. Such things perished in the great f
Danish flag- А-ха-ха, - маленький Гилберт был вне себя от радости. Теперь эта крепость принадлежит мне, ВеликомуDanish flag5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Лопатка попала ему точно по лбу и заставила на некоторое время замол&
PrUK: One for luck...PrUK: One for luck...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Attention: Smoking kills! I'm not a native English speaker so this may contain some mistakes.
Series Axis Powers Hetalia
The sky had already turned red-ish when they left the bar. Arthur had reached the streetlight and leaned on it. He'd tried to find out where the up and where the down were but finally failed and if Gilbert didn't catch his arm he'd most probably fell on the ground.
'Cheers' Brit muttered rummaging about his cigarettes 'Got ya!' he finally found the box and smiled trying to focus his gaze on it. 'It says that smoking kills'.
'I know Arthur, I know' Gilbert was watching his friend like he was an animal in the zoo. He wondered how this gentleman could've turned into a drunkard laughing his ass off after reading a sign on the box of cigarettes.
'Want one?' Arthur asked, putting a cigarette into his mouth.
'Why not' Gilbert shrugged his arms and tapped into the package. He raised his eyebrows - two cigarettes were upside-down.
there's more to life than this [belarus x reader]there's more to life than this [belarus x reader]2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The flower crown that you were holding wasn’t for you, your was already placed on your head. You put a lot of work on these simple crowns and you hoped that the thing they were supposed for, would work out.
You checked yourself in the mirror for the last time and got your phone that was specially filled with happy dance songs from the 90s’. Your mission was simple; go to the living room, place the crown on Natalya’s hair and get her to dance and feel happy. Look doing same things every day was really unhealthy. You were worried about her; it isn’t really easy being in love with a person like her. Especially when no one but you know about that.
You entered the room where she was simply sitting on the sofa pacing back and forth. She didn’t notice you from the beginning. So you placed the crown on her hair and offered your hand for her to stand saying:
“Come on girl! We going to sweat a little! Come on be happieee!”
She moved her eyes from your ha
skin tight armor and lasersGENERALskin tight armor and lasers5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
full name: caspien
d.o.b: july 14th
height: six feet
hair: blonde, short
eyes: green and blue
THE LIFE OF CASPIEN
Caspien was knighted at a considerably young age for showing his excellence in the field of operating within the field of policing. His shooting and fighting skills convinced his family to sent him off to a school specialised in training young men to become knights for the royal family. At this time Caspien was a 14-year-old late bloomer, not only younger than the rest of the school's attendees but also lacking in the height department. But he amazed his elders with his constant improvement and quickly became one of the best students. Stubborn to fulfil his dream, Caspien managed to graduate at the age of 17, with magnificent recommendations written all over his CV, mere three years after having started at the acade
Double LoveCan't think, just feelDouble Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the lines get blurred of what is real.
The breathless moment before our two lips touch
turns one whisper's worth of millimeters
into the space between these sheets and God.
My heart beats faster when I think of you
I know for a fact that yours does too.
I feel it against my own as we lay face to face.
Flint and steel striking up against each other,
raining sparks like falling stars and kindling flames
which burn through the tissue-paper tinder of our skin.
You fill me to the brim.
I spent today in the haze of our smoking aftermath.