seeing isnt believing

seeing isnt believing skin description

Seeing isn't believing. Yes, you see this woman here. But do you believe in her world? Do you, my friend, dare wonder into the mystical realms that lie beyond reality? Do you? ~ Meet a character in my WIP novel, Vive la Revolucion. Based off of a real person. This skin is also for bodzilla's contest, round two. (eyy me gotsa knack for making detailed shading ooo jkjk) > original version with darker eyes BioFull Name: Athynia Zante Gender: F Personality: Cheerful, uplifting, courageous, oddball, generous, humble, intelligent, stubborn Relationship Status: Married Where on Hierarchy? Queen Powers/Advantages: Can shoot bolts of cyan energy (from anywhere on her body) at offenders. Can make plants grow. Can direct energy into another object (e.x. sword) so that the energy is shot out of it. Longevity Very fast (Up to 25km/h) Likes: Friendly people, cats and dogs, nature, being lazy, learning, her people, procrastinating! Dislikes: Stubborn people, mood swings, cruelty, betrayals Notes: Can use a sword. Very intelligent, as mentioned above. Hair changes color depending on season. Part Fae Athynia stood on the edge of a cliff, watching the sun slowly descend into the cerulean ocean below. A warm breeze ruffled her delicate hair, which had once again turned a caramel brown on one side and a milky whitish on the other. She momentarily frowned, running her hand through it. She preferred her natural hair color, a raven black tone. But, alas, that was only possible during winter. And, well, it was the middle of summer. A tap on her back almost made her leap into the ocean. She turned around and saw a little girl with dirt smudged on her face and mud streaked all over her clothes. Athynia felt a pang of sorrow. This was the reality others faced while she got to relax in her luxurious castle all day long. She had often wondered why, how no matter how much effort she put into restoring her nation's image, there were still thousands of homeless peasants. However, Athynia only smiled when she noticed the little girl was holding a wildflower. In the waning light, the flower seemed to be a deep, cherry red with a small yellow center. The petals were slightly ruffled, but Athynia loved it nevertheless. She knelt down so that she matched the girl's height and said, "Thank you." The girl only blushed and diverted her gaze, slightly embarrassed. The queen winked at her, and gave her a flower in return. The girl simply bowed and rushed off, clutching the flower happily. Later that week, the girl opened up the door to the rickety house she lived in with her family of six and nearly fainted at the sight that awaited her. Five massive baskets filled to the brim with enough food to last months. Five jugs of water to complement the food. The girl's eyes almost bulged out of her eyes. And on the ground next to the baskets was an envelope with flowers resting on it.