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Happy STS! What aesthetic do you associate with your OCs?

Oooh, I love these type of questions!! Okay so prepare for a long post! Also, I hope this is what you meant...

Faye: Fog over open water. A still lake, and a quiet forest. Crows lurking in the distance, but making no sound. Green like the woods during a rain shower. Tattered clothing and long hair tangled in a breeze. The knowledge that you’re alone, but you can’t shake the feeling you’re being watched.

Clarissa: A discarded sword. Bruised skin. Warrior braids, and a battle cry. A gilded cage, and a lone tree burning in a field. Shaking hands and a huffed breath. Armor strapped on with a joke, and a stormy gaze. Thunder rumbling in the distance.

Aislin: A sea of brambles. You can’t get out. A lone flower right in the center. A spark of hope. A shred of sunlight. A gentle hand and a soft smile. Kindness to spite the thorns. A song heard in the distance. It calls of home. A yearning for safety and warmth.

Castor: A diamond refusing to break. From pressure it was forged. Cold steel. Unbending iron. A forest in winters grasp. Cold yet somehow still clinging to life. A quiet resilience.

Jace: A loud joke. A laugh and smirk. Tossed hair, and proud eyes. A bow and arrow. Bends but never breaks. A question. And a challenge. A fox running through the snow. Goosebumps on your skin from a whisper. The anticipation of discovering something new.

Tyde: A wink. Warm food and a home. Safety. Welcoming. Calm. A hearth burning in the fall. Leaves of orange and brown. A son left for war, returning home. A smile and a hand clutched in yours.

Serena: A bubbling creek. Rocks skipping over water. And butterflies floating through the breeze. A quiet calm. But a knowing smile. A sense of wonder. And a steadfast wisdom. A question and the taunt of truth. A soft green. Red.

Elise: Chains. Burning embers and a slow wind raising an inferno. Melted gold. Ash. A forest caught in a wildfire. Birds soaring for freedom. A dusty tome. Dried flowers. A question. And a curse.

Ciáran: A frozen lake. The first signs of spring. A stem peaking up from the ground. A decorative box. Blue and silver. Ice. Distant memories you’d rather forget. The stars shining through the dark.

Aliana: A Phoenix rising out of the ashes. A lonely mountain. Strength and calm and fire. The wind tainted with smoke. A stream shaping rock. A solitary tower pericing through the fog. A thunderous cry of a thousand voices.

Dragon: A dusty library. Rebirth. Steady hands tracing over worn covers. Cinnamon on the air. Curled with a book beside a window. A late night. A dim candle. The crackle of the hearth. And a steaming mug of tea. Orange and fall breezes. A wanderlust.

Deirdre: A tall oak, unswaying in the breeze. The crack of two staffs meeting together. A wildfire. Sunlight filtering through a window. Books stacked neatly in a row. A quiet gallery. Paint stained hands. An empty church.

#thank you for the ask #happy sts!!#im going to send return asks once i get off i promise

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