Describe Yourself
Imagine for a moment that you are writing a story with yourself, the real you, as the main character. How would you describe yourself so that reader would get a clear picture of what you're all about?
Feel free to describe yourself seriously or not, though I think most people, myself included would be very interested to see how we describe ourselves truly.
This might also be a good way to help shatter/create some images we have of ourselves, or that others may have of us.
Take care all.
Do you mean a physical description or otherwise?
Either or, more or less how you see yourself. Doesn't have to be physical as some people are very uncomfortable about disclosing that, so basically what you feel comfortable with.
Take care all.
Ana, she was a girl, not very tall but also not very short, with small dark eyes and red short hair. She lived unhappy in Portugal beacuse very few people understood her and she wanted to move to other country where she could expose her ideas without people to call her 'Crazy'. Ana didn't have much self-esteem altough she could look at her mirror and still smile when she knew that what the mirror told to her wasn't true...
Fascinating, very well written. How come you have low self-esteem though, if I might pry?
Something along these lines is what I meant, Shlup. Sorry for not clarifying.
Take care all.
(Voice of John Cleese, wholly unworried) We join our hero as he risks certain peril in one of the most dangerous situations known throughout the entire universe.
With his sandy blonde hair ruffled by the light wind, he stares with deep blue eyes across the dusty street at his archnemesis, Illogical-and-Wholly-Without-Reason-Person. *dun dun duuuuuun*
Ok, they're not exactly nemeses. More like mutual annoyances, really. Without-Reason-Person once flicked our hero on his wholly average sized though rather hard of hearing ear, and poked him in his slightly bulbous (but only slightly) nose. Needless to say, this rather upset our hero who retaliated by following around Without-Reason-Person and pelting them with snoballs.
"Gettin' kinda chunky there, aren't ya!" sneered Without-Reason-Person.
"There's just been more of me to love lately," replied our hero in a calm, rather quiet Tenor, though he can really sing in a Baritone range, and it's really rather quite lovely, though you'll be lucky to ever hear it. maybe if we get him drunk. The last time he was drunk he was singing like Pavarati on- What? oh yes! the story. sorry.*blushes* Anyways, our hero is there sizing up Without-Reason-Person and, let's face it, our hero is quite a bit bigger. Except for the belly. Without-Reason-Person needs to do some situps or something. Our hero, though he's not trained in quite a while, still looks quite ready for a good scrap and let's place some money on it. I'll give 3 - 1 on Without-Reason-Person to- (narrator :shoot: )
Hello. I'm the new narrator. the old narrator was just shot, and so I'll be your narrator for the remainder of the evening.
sadly, while waiting for the old Narrator to finish babbling, the two combatants have already given up and gone home for a nap and perhaps some milk and biscuits. especially the little ones with the chocolate stripes.
-The End-
Makoto, Honesty.
Chase was a mostly uninteresting person. Around 6'0" tall, rather large around the middle at 250 pounds with medium-long brown hair. I say mostly because though most of his features were completely average and not at all worthy of note, his eyes were a striking contrast to his mediocrity. They were a bluish-green color with brown specks and swirls, and they shone with an almost otherworldly light. Completely uninterested in reality, he spends most of his time in worlds of his own fabrication, slowly losing his mind as the line between fantasy and reality begins to blur.
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Johnston was a really skinny boy before joining the Army. At 5'10" tall, he weighed 129 pounds. He had light blonde hair that was down to the collar of his t-shirts and curiously blue eyes. More than often he was dressed in a band shirt, a pair of pants with a whole in the knee, and his combat boots. As always his characteristic wallet chain, which hung just below his knee, was at his side. Now he was 145 pounds. Still skinny but not as much as before. His hair is shaved on the left side up to where it would meet the beginning of his eyebrow. Then it's combed over to his right, hanging over an overshave, just short enough not to touch his ear or eyebrow to keep within military regualtion.
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I'm going to try and be entirely honest here. I've never had a chance to post a picture up on here, so I'm going to take this as the next best thing. There might be a bit of exaggeration involved, but I'm trying to make this as honest as I can.
Also, I'm not going to write in the first-person, because I don't want to.
If there ever were a peak of human physical condition, George would most certainly not be it, or even anywhere near it, for that matter. He was short for his age, around 5'6'' or so, and somewhat underweight. Fortunately for him these two factors combined to make him a fairly-well proportioned individual, albeit one that looked younger than his years might suggest.
His face was fairly average as well. Dark brown eyes, a clear complexion (blemished by one or two spots) and otherwise rather normal features made him a quite unassuming individual. The only noticeable feature was the boy's hair, which was the only physical part of himself he was fully satisfied with. When cut short it was a neat, light brown style, but as it grew dramatic changes occured. The volume of hair would cause the overall colour to appear much darker, and the increased length allowed it to be styled extensively, either swept across the forehead or arranged in an unruly fashion to accentuate the wilder side of his personality.
There were in fact two sides to the boy's personality. He could be quiet and awkward one minute, and then loud and extroverted the next. At times he may have seemed unhappy, almost depressed, but in the right company he became quite an excited individual, always ready with a joke or a new topic of conversation. As a result he tended to shy away from large social occasions, but would like nothing more than to spent hours with a few close friends. They could tell each other anecdotes, or enter deep discussion about literature or music. It didn't really matter to George, since being in their company was all that mattered. Getting lost in conversation was one of life's greatest thrills, and it was times like these that George lived for.
Knowing me, the first time I've ever written a descriptive piece for you people, my writing will have gone to hell. Whether that's true or not, I hope that's given you a decent idea of me as a person. I could go in to much greater depth if I liked, but I'm afraid that once I started I'd never stop.
A photograph would do a much better job, of course, but until that opportunity arises, this is all I can do.
"The most important and recognize player in the history of the country."
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I were as great as Paulo Wanchope.
Sorry to steal Czech but I don't feel comfortable writing about myself, and that paragraph is practically a mirror to me.Originally Posted by Czech. Republic
The closest to true account of my life would be a person who went around helping/affecting others, but never knowing what he had done. Consequently said person has way too much of a solipsistic view of reality.
In following with N. American melodrama, a member of my far reaching past, having had his/her life completely reformed thanks to my unintentions, will come and see me, praising me beyond recognition.
Ignore the preceding paragraph, as it is just cynicism, rather than some sort of self-serving self-promotion :D
"The very essence of what the norm refers to as normal
A solstice as described, a carrier of empathic precaution
The power to inflict; another way to describe thing as we see them
Winter soul of the heart but burning flame of the self
The empath without the power to feel... a rare privilege if you ask me"
cory was a fairly avarage 16 year old boy, about 5'9" with short, straight brown hair that was never styled in any way at all. his hair was quite long before he cut it, but his curls made it look shorter than it actually was. the curls were especially noticible when it was wet. but now that it is short again, it is straight and plain. his ears and nose are starting to look a little bit big to him, though he is sure that it is all in his head. Cory liked his eyes, though they arent as unique as some others eyes he still thought they were interesting. his eyes were brown and green, a brown ring circled the pupil while another green ring cirled the brown ring. though the thing he thought was the most interesting, was that sometimes the brown ring would be larger than the green ring, and vice versa.
He always wore a old and beat up velcro straped watch on his right hand, only taking it off when he would take a shower.
Those who didnt know cory would tell you that he is a happy person, most people who knew cory would also tell you that he is a happy person. only a few people know how he really feels, but that is all going to change soon.
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ruth would have the figure of a hollywood actress if chocolate and toast were not so tempting to her.her teeth are white and straight after years of pain and ridicule from braces causing an old speech impediment to return. it has only just been reburied.
she is staring at her up and coming age of 20, is that young? or just a different type of middle age?
she changes her look as days go by, one day a goth the next skater. ruths image is important ot her as it helps her blend in. she once tried to be differnt but had it forced out of her. her "normal "clothes are "fashionable" ....for the uk mind.
her hair is ginger blond with fake blond streachs to hide the real colour. rather be a bimbo then ginger puubs...
ruth has very poor eyesight without her glasses she would no doubt be run over by passing vehicles.
she thinks shes short, 5'5", but only because she has only ever dated men over 6'.
ruth has a problem with trust as in the past year so many people she trusted have left her including her mother and long term boyfriend.
she stops the lonelyness by studying hard at Derby university and playing computer games fantasising she is battling with the characters being usefull
she has always been seen as weird but she likes to think she is unique...
(just want to say....i'm not mad!! i just live in acountry!! its very poo)
Once upon a time there was this girl who came to the forums and named herelf Yazoo'squeen. Well, she was...how to say it...a bit obsessed with a lot of out-of-the-ordinary things. Magic, witchcraft, dragons. She liked these things. She liked to read stories about them and she liked to write about them. Them and warrios with fierce magic and immeasurable skill. She was nice, or she thought herself that. She wasn't sure how others persieved her, but she thought herself kind to everyone. She didn't judge people when she met them, instead she got to know them. She thought highly of her friends and found thier opinion more imortant than others. She felt as though her friends were the only things that kept her stable. The ones that kept her from breaking things, and not just items. She became very hyperactive when she was tired, as if her body went on a sugar rush, and she liked to think herself a pacifist, or at least she didn't hit others on purpose, nor did she want to harm others for foolish reasons. She found fighting imbecilic and very unnessasary when poeple could just try and talk it out. She hated people who didn't like her for stupid reasons, such as two girls hating her because her boyfriend is the one that they both like. *grumble* She was very emotionally unstable. Every emotion burst through her like a geyser shooting up from the earth. She was looked at as a 'wierdo' 'dork' and other things, which terms she hated. She though found that she could turn those terms around. The term wierdo to her just meant someone who wasn't interested in the things that that perosn was and dork was the term for soemone who was smart. She loved animals and hated animal cruelty. You could call her a bit of an animal lover
Her sense of humor...she found nearly everything funny actually. She could laugh at a good joke for a long while. Her eyes were brown, her hair short and black, her height 5'7 1/2. Well now, she's on the computer, typing stories and reading this very forum...wow...
*You know it's over, growing colder, I need something, leads me next to nothing...*
*All we ever wanted, I need something, leads me next to nothing...*
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