Describe yourself in the manner of your Novel’s Universe (serious)

[MintiLime]

Prompt: Describe yourself in the style of your novel.

example for myself:

Brown eyes alternating between bright as a sparrow and dull as a beetle flick around the room. The bow of her lips twang as a stolen moment leads to internal laughter. They fall flat once again as the bowman returns to the present. The string is pulled taught as her mouth stretches to form a frigid smile, apples of her cheek frozen by the frost of professionalism. Thin fingers take on an a robotic clacking pattern as the thoughts whirr and the eyes darken. Concentration brings wrinkles to the forehead and rabbit-like twitching to the nose. The face falls flat, the email sent. The business smile returns, head tilted to listen better to the higher powers. A worker ant sent sprawling in a hamster’s well, a rat in a cat race, a china plate in a bull shop. She contemplates herself, and, unimpressed, burrows back into her work.

 

[RepresentingSilence]

A lazy waste of flesh utterly useless to the continuation of humanity

 

[Syringe]

An unimpressive human armed with Otherworldly medical practices. The surfs of the slums would pickle that unripe Otherworlder into a barrel of preserving fluids before they could comprehend they were in a different world. Would the Gears lay their hands on him then he would be no more than another cog in the machine, or worse, dissected into a literal page for a tale belonging to another.

But beyond his pitiful flesh was a mind that intrigued the Librarians. A writer of another world festering with unknown knowledge they had yet to claim from the Library. In a dog eat dog world, the Earthling who possessed little hope in surviving another hour, would turn to the Authors of Existentia for a chance to write their one perfect masterpiece - and to live another day in this wretched world.

 

[AliceShiki]

She was a an average height girl with chestnut colored hair and eyes.

Her clothes made it clear that she was a commoner.
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Yeah... I'm not the kind of person that spends too much time describing things... >.>

Mostly because I forget those descriptions like... 30s after I've read them.

So uhn... Why will I spend much time describing things as an author, if I barely pay any attention to descriptions as a reader?

I do know there are plenty of people who do care about in-depth descriptions though, but uhn... Well, I write stuff that I would like to read, so I don't pay too much attention to this kind of thing when writing~

 

[Deleted member 68927]

Making male characters in Online should be harmless fun, until it was not. The BL Witch could explain the female word in the character name with the belief that even male magic practitioners should be called witches, but she went too far, and ogled a male character in a lake. Said character K.O.ed her, and then jumped over her body, still stark naked, a total of three times. Now the vampire society is coming to her door, to make her pay for the 1,000,000 dollars she was paid as a part of a challenge. The Blood farm is calling, but the BL Witch has only one thing on her mind. She made Male characters to stare at their toned asses. Now what is she going to stare at in first-person view? The Witch is sorrowful, and she might even take out her secret chocolate cookie stash, and wallow in sugary goodness, until she is taken to the Vampire Blood Farm.
On the bright side, the vampires are gay, so she as a woman and asexual is quite in the clear.

 

[Deleted member 54065]

<---A bad spirit wandering in the Hub Forum.

 

[MintiLime]

She was a an average height girl with chestnut colored hair and eyes.

Her clothes made it clear that she was a commoner.
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Yeah... I'm not the kind of person that spends too much time describing things... >.>

Mostly because I forget those descriptions like... 30s after I've read them.

So uhn... Why will I spend much time describing things as an author, if I barely pay any attention to descriptions as a reader?

I do know there are plenty of people who do care about in-depth descriptions though, but uhn... Well, I write stuff that I would like to read, so I don't pay too much attention to this kind of thing when writing~

I had a teacher describe your sort of writing as cake, and my own as icing. I liked that description :)

 

[BouncyCactus]

There is something unremarkable about the man. Perhaps, he stood a shade shorter among peers of his age and countryman, but without any pressing, it would be hard to even notice. His hair was kept short, a fresh cut, styled in such a way that made him appear dime a dozen among the busy crowd of his classmates. The only thing that made much of an impression on me was his rather odd spectacle, rounded and frameless.

That, and his unnervingly sharp glaze that he always defaulted to.

But, he is yet another face among the crowd, blended into the neverending waves of passersby. I wonder, what is his worry right now? Perhaps, what to have for dinner? Or, are his exams in the next few in coming weeks? Or, like me, maybe, he too has something else hidden beneath that unremarkable mask he wore?

 

[ThrillingHuman]

pssing by a weird clay doll, [protagonist name] saw [thing]

 

[MintiLime]

pssing by a weird clay doll, [protagonist name] saw [thing]

You… are a weird clay doll? Not a tender sumptuous human?

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

I had a teacher describe your sort of writing as cake, and my own as icing. I liked that description :)

I like that description too! What would I be?

 

[ThrillingHuman]

You… are a weird clay doll? Not a tender sumptuous human?

I am so tender and sumptuous that a dragon once upon a time has traded me my edibility for eternal life

 

[Dia779]

An average young man with simple unimpressive features, slightly shorter than average height that actually works to his advantage for underhanded maneuvers if needed. The unassuming element being their best arsenal for sudden combat situations as well as unwanted social interactions. His short, simple dark tuft of hair makes it easier to slip any form of headgears or masks to obscure his face if needed without stray locks getting in the way. Black orbs as his eyes that would blend in better in the dark, to observe and watch his surrounding without being detected too soon or at all. Though mostly an observer, a spectator in this world...........rarely acting on his own accord, whether he would make his move by either his heart or logic, even he wouldn't know himself.

 

[NineHeadHeavenDevouringSerpent]

Medium stature, deep black silky hair that falls right on my shoulders. Pale skin, almost on the verge of sickly white, no blemish or open pores.

Angular face with supple curves in the jaws and chins. A pair of eyes that seem to hold the abyss itself with a icy deathly face that exudes vestiges of time to along with it.

Holding my black checker i contemplate my next 500th move...

 

[MintiLime]

I like that description too! What would I be?

Now, I will be expanding upon my descriptions.

You are the liquor which flavors the batter and icing, which tickles the nose and brings memories of the past and that which will be made. You are unique and familiar and bring with you your own life.

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

Now, I will be expanding upon my descriptions.

You are the liquor which flavors the batter and icing, which tickles the nose and brings memories of the past and that which will be made. You are unique and familiar and bring with you your own life.

 

[Alfir]

(Based on The Novel's Extra Fanfic: Extra Nobody. Title: The Fanfic Author's Day Dreaming)
Dark hair. Glasses. Nerd. I was sure of it. There was no way in hell the main cast would look my way. I was an utter nobody who was so afraid of attention that I'd go as far as to act like a background character with measured steps.
Did I just cross my eyes with Shin Jonghak? Ah~ fuck! That was scary. I turned my eyes, fearing for my dear life. That guy was a delinquent rich asshole who'd if you got in the wrong step might actually kill you. It had been a year since the disappearance of our classmate Kim Hajin, and I was feeling scared for the fate of this world as I watched Hyon Hyung, an unknown character mingling with the main cast casually joking about pigs having more orgasm time than humans. What was the dude's problem? What was I to do with my life? Should I wait for the uncertain epilogue or do something for myself in this wretched world for once? I only decided to stay here in Cube because I thought that I could have an easier life if I were to have a Hero License, but the thought of going to the dungeons scared me more and more the more chaotic this world became.

 

[BearlyAlive]

As far as first impressions go his couldn't be farther from the truth. He was a walking mountain, ominous and dreadful. Until one noticed the uncanny discrepancies. What looked like angry staring turned out to be just lack of sleep, his unkempt curly hair looking more like a bird's nest than anything else, and he almost always wore colorful clothes. If one were to observe him for longer they might notice the air of calmness around him and if one were to ask something he'd gladly and politely help them out. He was a pleasant person to have around, but as far as first impressions go his was so terrible he almost never recovered from it...

 

[Deleted member 84247]

Evil is hidden behind her short stature. She is small, but she has menacing brown eyes and shoulder length black hair. She could probably fit in your suitcase as a carry-on luggage, but she is also a little scary if you look into her eyes. It is like the fury of a chihuahua is contained within. She walks around public with a resting bitch face, so people don't speak to her. However, if you see her at home the façade crumbles, and she laughs at almost any joke you could tell her.

 

[HelloHound]

From Sybil's pov: The blonde woman was in a comfortable-looking oversized shirt and was single mindedly chewing on a round piece of bread dotted with raisins, her straight eyebrows furrowed lightly over a strange contraption made of wire and glass as she looked down on a mysterious book-like crystal in her hands. I wonder if she has more bread and if she'd share with me