Eulalie [name_f]Charlotte[/name_f] [name_f]Snowdrop[/name_f] is white and leaf green. It is the first chapter of Tuck Everlasting, the heavy heat of Southern summer afternoons, and the fraying white wood of the neighborhood clubhouse. I see gothic weeping willows and the fireflies that come out when the sun goes down. [name_m]Little[/name_m] girls who read [name_f]Nancy[/name_f] [name_u]Drew[/name_u] and never really grow old, antiques moments away from falling apart, shabby floral wallpaper, and middle of nowhere memories.
How about [name_m]Thiago[/name_m] [name_u]Laurence[/name_u]?
Thiago [name_u]Laurence[/name_u] is mad, bad and dangerous to know. Bloody red and muddy cobalt, with brown leather straps. He has an umbrella with an unpractically chunky and elaborate handle, but it’s aesthetically immaculate, so he carries it anyway.
Aurembiaix [name_u]Phaedra[/name_u] [name_f]Sonnet[/name_f] is the midnight black of a grand piano and the musty brown of an [name_f]English[/name_f] playhouse, circa 1590. It is the glowing lavender of a really great lava lamp, the ethereal shimmer of floating stars. It is the multicolored light shining faintly through the stained glass at early morning mass and the crisp freshness of mail on an autumn morning.
[name_f]Astra[/name_f] [name_f]Maeve[/name_f], an inky summer sky and open Irish fields. Cold winters, biting winds whipping blades of grass, and cloudy skies. [name_f]Astra[/name_f] is soft, quiet, and strong, fierce, but knows when to pick her battles. Cheap, plastic stars that glow in the dark on a white ceiling. Plain, hiding in the background, but with a bit of an odd twist.
[name_f]Susanna[/name_f] [name_f]Claire[/name_f] is lavender and the marble of an old church. She sits in a rocking chair with flowers in her hair as music plays from the corner of the room. She wears a yellow dress and unties her hair from its braids as she runs through the park, holding onto her hat with one hand. She never wakes up early, but stays up late enough that she can watch the sunrise.
Valkyrie [name_f]Sappho[/name_f] Wilderose is the gilded silver of a chandelier and the same but of a polished sword. It is classical music with [name_m]Mozart[/name_m]’s booming crescendo’s and Chopin’s twinkling piano, heavy metal and cottagecore. Short attention spans and long, cold winter nights. Renaissance paintings hanging crooked next to modern art and secrets of murder and intrigue.
[name_u]Anne[/name_u] [name_u]Sheridan[/name_u] is creeping vines, Canadian farms, and thick, sunny forests. Cool springs full of sunlight, horses, and [name_u]Anne[/name_u] of the [name_u]Green[/name_u] Gables. [name_m]Young[/name_m], [name_f]Pollyanna[/name_f]-like girls with wide eyes and idealistic hopes and dreams. Hotels and indie music, hills and mountains in full sunlight.
Flora [name_f]Apolline[/name_f] brings to mind a young woman, maybe a fairy, with long brown hair with pink and yellow flowers entwined in it. She wears a white sundress with a yellow flower pattern and plays a golden lyre as she sits on a wooden bench under a silver arch trellis with flowering plants climbing it. If she is a fairy, she has soft, pink, diaphanous wings that look like the petals of a rose.
Lumina [name_f]Celeste[/name_f] makes me picture a girl in a flowing white dress, dancing in the moonlight. Her hair flies out behind her and the dress billows in the gentle wind. She wears a silver band around her head with a leafy pattern (think Greek goddess type of headpiece). It’s a beautiful, peaceful scene.
Maren [name_f]Diana[/name_f] is the cool blue of a winter morning, the frosty white of an ice skating rink. It is the warmth of a favorite jumper and an early love of school. An ever-giving best friend, a tomboy and an easy smile. [name_m]Plenty[/name_m] of friends, every sport ever offered, and never, ever, taking anything too seriously.
Raphael [name_m]Ransom[/name_m] is art in the best and worst ways. Slashed through canvases, scattered rose petals, black paint, and a ballerina in the center of it all. Utter chaos, like a hurricane, with a barely visible eye. Pressure building up in a teenage mind, dark hoodies, and late nights spent in the parking lot of the local convenience store.
Lauren [name_f]Danielle[/name_f] is bright pink, electric green. Mid 2000s [name_f]Barbie[/name_f] movies, flip phones, and butterfly clips. The tameness of childhood popularity, of high school adventures and late nights chatting on the phone. Innocence, loyal best friends, the kind of coming of age teen movie we used to all live for.
How about [name_f]Andromeda[/name_f] [name_f]Ivy[/name_f]?
Andromeda [name_f]Ivy[/name_f] has long black hair with bangs, a septum piercing and black and white half sleeve tattoos full of sunflowers, lillies and other plants. She owns a little nursery in a small town by the ocean. The nursery is a little overgrown from lack of sales but beautiful nonetheless. She brings her Old [name_f]English[/name_f] Sheepdog, [name_u]Sully[/name_u], to work with her and he greets all the customers.
October Seawillow lives on a cliff ravaged by storms. She collects herbs and flowers, pressing them in heavy-bound books or using them in spells and wears long dresses of light, floaty material. She never seems to get cold. She has inky coils of script that creep up her arms, but there’s something about them that makes you feel they aren’t just tattoos. If she finds an animal injured from the tempestuous weather, she nurses it back to health. They always come back to visit her.
Guinevere [name_f]Medea[/name_f] [name_u]Fox[/name_u] is an intelligent and ambitious young woman. She wears her dark hair in a bun, never forgetting to bombard it with the correct number of bobby pins. At the end of the day, it falls onto her face anyways. She never leaves the house without her cat-eye glasses. She’s highly competitive, equally about important and silly, everyday things. “[name_f]My[/name_f] brownies for this bake sale must be higher quality than [name’s].”
River [name_u]Salem[/name_u] is simultaneously outdoorsy and brooding. The hunter green shrouded shadows of the deep wood, so flush with pine trees that no light can permeate the dark quiet. Tattered copies of adventure stories, read down by the river on fall mornings. Introverted but fun-loving, hometown living but semesters abroad.
Astrid [name_f]Stella[/name_f] is a stargazer, outdoors late, observing nature and the sky. The wildness of a young raven, with the calm of a cat. An adventurer, keen to explore and see more of the world. [name_m]Young[/name_m] and sweet.
[name_u]Evelyn[/name_u] [name_f]Birdie[/name_f] - [name_f]Sunshine[/name_f] yellow, a straw hat tied with a blue ribbon. Freckles, lemonade and a ready smile, she rescues stray animals and mothers everyone, hostess of the book club, community gardens.
Irie [name_u]Sky[/name_u] is bright blue and white, the noon sky filled with clouds. A free spirited little girl turned dreaming big teenager turned eccentric and happy adult. [name_f]Irie[/name_f] [name_u]Sky[/name_u] is an introvert but one that loves the world, an artist and a creator. Thrilled with the small things, always excited but never shallow, the innocent and dependable best friend, the child at heart who never gives up on her sunshine dreams.
Elio [name_m]Raphael[/name_m] is a college student studying abroad in [name_f]Italy[/name_f]. He paints in his free time and cares less about the studies than embracing the culture. He bonded with the cat at the place he stays and shares his lunch with it every day. He is a beach person and his favorite color is salmon pink. He has shaggy dark hair and light color eyes.