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Building your Character/OC

Let’s quit all the “age, gender, eyecolor.....” templemates and go straight to the things that make your character seem realer and more authentic.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Appeareance~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

+ what does your character seem like at first impression? Do they resemble an animal? What “vibes” do they give?

+ how is their body built? Are they sturdy or do they look elegant? Do they have a more soft and plump look? How tall do they appear? Do they have long limbs or shortish? 

+ what do their hands look like? 

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Cuteness overload to start my blog with :)

May I present to you:

Book seller

Crystal seller

He sells flowers

She will sell you a pumpkin this fall

Would you like to purchase.. bean?

They are regulars. They buy mushrooms for soup

She has more options

Don’t be scared, he’s just been doing this for years and is passionate about garlic

Can I interest you in...melon?

Witch’s familiar needs coins to buy ingredients from toad next door

Please trust reliable, small business owners

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I am a girl of moonlight.

oh, the girls of moonlight, with their witchcraft books, dark hair and black dresses, sitting outside in a full moon just to watch their queen rise, on her full glory. they have notebooks full of drawings of the creatures of the shadows, and they protect them with spells casted under the night sky.

oh, the girls of sunrise, whispering softly in your ear as you wake up, with they sleep-drunk smiles. their blond hair and pink lips lighted by the delicate sun of the first hours of the day, the smell of fresh coffee and bread in their kitchen, and all of the calmness of the dawn are in their souls.

oh, the girls of noon, eating in fancy restaurants in lunch time, waiting to go back to work as they look through the window, thinking about the electricity and tiredness of the city. they have a nude lipstick on while reading a science book, and their jazz are louder as the sun shines brighter, peaked on the sky.

oh, the girls of the sunset, with their kind yet angry eyes, watching the pink and orange color the world. they write poems about non-lived romances and wishes for the day they will be real. old indie plays on their cellphones as the sun goes down, and the golden of the world lift up their souls like god lifts up humanity.