#wip characters

Falling in love with characters

(To breathe life into them)

thank you so much to @cabbojage for the tag, this was so fun!

due to time constraints i only made ones for my two lead girlies, Illiana and Eris, for my wip whose title i still have not decided on yet why are titles so hard

left: Illiana, 21 years old, bored skeptic who incorporates those skepticisms into mysteries that she then transfers to paper (aka a mystery writer).

right: Eris, a demon who accidentally got trapped in the body of a young woman back in 1962. devilish, mysterious, and lonely after many years roaming Earth trapped in an unchanging body.

" oh that poor sweetie. I hope hes ok."

" hes-a tuff kid, he will be alright bow."

"Oh!"

"Hello there Gonzales, hows your...uummm-"

" I'm alright, just came to tell ya its show time. I fixed up some new robots and security cameras for your boutique."

Meanwhile :

"Testing, one-two,one-two."

"Mic seems good to me."

" oh h hay boss! What brings you to my r- "

" FIX HIM! "

Presenting: The Rebel’s Halo: Character Introduction! Our main team of rebel dummies at your service!

First up we have our main gal Cora Xenon, she’s our POV character and we learn about the world through her eyes!

Cora has a hard time minding her own business, and she’s a little bit loud and a little bit brash. She’s got a mind of her own and it’s going to get her into trouble someday. At least, according to her teachers.

Next up, Bellamy!

Bellamy is Cora’s best friend. She’s generally pretty book smart and she likes doing normal teen stuff like playing sports and hanging out. She just wants to do her own thing, mind her own business, and have a laugh. But when Cora is assigned an Angel, Bellamy isn’t sure what to think about him.

Finally, our Angel.

James Grace

• he/him • 21 • dark hair and brown eyes •

• art student • quiet, shy, creative, a Romantic at heart •

Excerpts:

James had never been one to wear his heart on his sleeve. He much preferred to keep it securely tucked inside his chest beneath the cashmere layers of his sweaters.

He never could quite manage to rest peacefully when there was something still weighing on his mind. Through experience he had found that it was often better to burn the midnight oil than to let it grow stagnant and still, and there was something about the Academy’s halls that seemed to suit that purpose so well. It was this midnight world which James loved perhaps more than any other. If there were ghosts in these halls, they were fond enough of him to let him pass. 

Adrien Delacroix

• he/him • 21 • blond hair and green eyes •

• photography student • bright, charming, witty, full of life and joy•

Excerpts:

Adrien’s eyes were the bright, vibrant green of polished emeralds, and were framed with long, dark blond eyelashes. There was a soft smile to his pink lips, which were parted ever so slightly, and a gentle rosy blush to his porcelain cheeks.

There was no Adonis, no David, no sculptures of ivory or gold that could ever hope to come close to matching Adrien's beauty. It had an ethereal quality to it, as though he didn't quite belong in this world at all, as though he were some divine, enchanting thing not meant for mortal eyes.

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