#descrptions

Fawn’s mousy brown bob bounces as she skips along side her twin sister. Her thick light gray sweater hugs her thin frame. Her navy blue jeans don’t keep her warm, though. Her light brown, fur lined boots are caked with mud. Her green coat fluffs her up, making her look much bigger than she actually.

Tawny’s mousy brown hair is in a pixie cut as she trails along side her twin sister. Her loose white shirt doesn’t keep her warm, nor does her navy blue jeans. Her black combat boots shine. Tawny’s blue coat also fluffs her up.

Gold smirks, his fangs cutting his tan lips. His golden eyes shine with malice as he stares down at the scrawny boy below him. “Look Phillip, you know what’s coming to you, right? If you deny me?” He says, but his strange accent clouds his words. “Y-yes, I know, but I-I don’t have it!” Phillip holds his hands up, “Honest!” Gold lets out a bark-like laugh, “Oh, is that right? Now you’re gonna tell me you don’t live in a house, huh? Lying to me is just about the stupidest thing you can do! And you’re smart, right?” Phillip nods meekly. “R-right,” He unclamps his leather satchel and digs out a green bag and hands it to the taller boy. “We can’t keep doing this,” Phillip says quietly. “Y’know what? You’re right. You give out shit product,” Gold snatches the bag from his grasp and turns on his heel. He doesn’t bother to hide the bag as he walks away from the dark corner of the station. His dark shoes shine like black diamonds and blend almost seamlessly into his black pants. Gold straightens his white shirt, but to no avail. He runs his hand through his platinum blonde hair as he makes his way to the train.

Ginger runs a pale scarred hand through their straight red hair. “Uh… master Ginger, your-“ a server chimes. “Yes, yes, I know,” They bark, “Don’t mess up your hair; careful, your dress; watch how you hold a glass; you have to be a proper lady! Ugh!” They throw down their lavender purse, which clacks against the ground. They kick it, though their long ruffle skirt restrict their movement. “I hate skirts,” they remark. They straighten their blouse with a sigh and try to smooth out the wrinkles. “Well, I think you look rather fetching,” another servant smiles at her. Ginger smiles bashfully, “Thank you, Quill.” Quill holds out Gingers purse. Ginger takes it with grace and a quiet ‘thank you.’ They turn to walk to the train, becoming her two servants to follow.

Elinora - main character, based on me! Just a regular emotional teenager.

Hayley - Elinora's perception of her own happiness. Hayley is very childlike. She wears a sundress and her hair is in pigtails. No matter how old she is she will always act like a little girl.

Sadie - Elinora's perception of her own sadness. Sadie will have her hair down but with a hood up. Her face is always red looking like she was crying (this is if she isn't still crying).

Aggy - Elinora's perception of her own anger. Aggy wears her hair in a ponytail. The hair in her face frustrates her. This anger has 2 sides either it will be rational or completely irrational. There is not an in between.

Crystal - Elinora's perception of her own creativity. Crystal has motherly instincts and is very close with Hayley. Her favorite outfit is overalls with flowers on them. Her hair is half up half down with buns.

Anne - Elinora's perception of her own anxiety. She was the first one to be created. She always has messy hair and headphones on to calm her down. Coffee will make her appear more often. Her style is very similar to Sadie's

El - Elinora's perception of her love. El's name doesn't just come from the emotion but also her name is the most similar to Elinora because Elinora tries her best to be a loving and kind person. El loves wearing a pink skirt. Her hair is half up half down with just one bun.

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1 SAMUEL 16:7, nsv: ” But the Lord said to Samuel, “DO not look on his appearance or the height of his stature, because I have rejected him. For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart.“

This is a message sent to Samuel to not hastily judge. He clearly states that a mans heart is at the center of all…

Fic: Starts every female/male description in a bodily objectifying way

Both are fine and get the point across, I might actually use both in my own writing, but one gives me the temporary mental image of a nun listening to Linkin Park and the other I skip to read the dialogue.