Oh. My. Gosh. I look so pretty!!!! Thank you Rose Bud!!! In return:

Rose bud ~ A little girl, no larger than a man's thumb is sitting in a walnut shell cushioned with small rose petals. Her wavy light brown hair looks like rippling water, the only thing which is keeping it from flooding her face is a light green headband with light pink roses buds on it. Her chocolate brown eyes seem to sparkle as she looks out at the night sky. Her pale skin perfectly matches her rosy cheeks. She is wearing a pale rose pink knit skirt, which matches the sweater she is wearing. She is wearing a light green shirt underneath.

Shadow Dragon ~

As a dragon ~ A ferocious dragon with scales as dark as night. Glowing green eyes. Two long horns and an evil smile always on your face. Long silver claws, and a tail with a spiky club at the end. The biggest of all the dragons, nobody dares defy you.

As human ~ Long silky black hair hangs down your back. Your eyes are a shocking green. You are wearing a black shirt which says 'Support the troops' with a stormtrooper head. You are also wearing black sweatpants, and black high heels. A knife in one hand and a sci-fi gun in the other, you are no one to mess with.

Ah-ha-ha! That's the best picturing I've ever heard for me, Scylla! Thanks!

I'm joining you and Joss because I imagine you two working at the same place.

Scylla and Joss: You're stablegirls... or whatever you call them. Girls working in a stable. Joss, you have light brown hair that you usually hold back in a braid. Your eyes are also brown, a melty, chocolate color. While you hate skirts, you've been forced to wear them, and so you do; Scylla wears them with slightly more grace. Scylla, you have short blond hair and light green eyes. You each have favorites; Joss's is a brown stallion the same color as her hair, and Scylla's is a black-as-midnight calf. Pony. Whatever you call it. 

In her spare time, Scylla likes writing and reading. She lives on the castle grounds, and she loves wandering down to a riverside willow and writing there after she's tended to the horses. Sitting there on the light green grass, a soft breeze blowing the willow's leaves, and river rushing ever so quietly behind her, is her idea of paradise.

In her spare time, Joss likes riding horses. She loves this as much as tending for them. Although the stallion isn't hers, she has a rather old horse at her own home that she loves to ride around the town.

Indigo and Katydid: You are artists, partners. You work together in the most beautiful of places to create paintings that hang in the King's study. Indigo is the Seeker, Katydid the Representer.

Indigo's job is to find the place. And not only what Katydid is to paint, but how she is to paint it. A degree off the painting can spoil the whole thing. With her utmost precision, Indigo finds the perfect spot for Katydid to paint. Katy's job, then, is to capture the image on canvas. The partners' work is so famous that sometimes people will pay to watch Katydid's brush swish across the paper. She rarely makes a mistake, but when she does, Indigo's sharp eyes are the first to notice.

Katydid is Asian-American, with seamless black hair that she drapes over one shoulder, except when she's painting, because it gets in the way. Then she ties it back in a ponytail which ripples like the river each time it moves; people say her hair is as artistic as her paintings. Her eyes are a shade of green that is exactly like grass at the beggining of summer, and her height matches most of the women's in the village. 

Indigo is a bit taller than Katy, and she looks completely different. Her eyes are, well, indigo, and her hair is a plain brown. It hangs limply down her back and kind of hopefully swings when she walks, but people say that the competition between Katydid and Indigo's hair had caused it to hang limp like that for good.

Aquina: Ohh, yay, my first fantasy-not-medieval picturing! You're a sea nymph. Your hair is blue and hangs loosely over one shoulder. It's strewn with tiny lily pads that you weaved in yourself, and when untended it reaches down to your waist. You've styled it in such a way that it curls up at the ends. Your dress is also blue, covering your body down to your knees.

Sydney: You're a warrior. Your armor hangs loosely about you, and your clothes hug your skin tighly. Your black hair, however long, is tucked up under your helmet so that only the ends show. Your ice blue eyes are said to flash before you strike with your thin, long sword; your attacks are always lethal.

JonhFQ: Well... yes. A guard. Imitation is the best form of flattery. Your armor, unlike Sydney's, is many in number and very thick. It makes you slow, but as you've said, the enemy will either be picked off by the archers or you'll come to close quarters. You like the elegant but heavy weapons; you've been offered a club multiple times, but you hate that clumsy, heavy thing. You much prefer your axe, which you use as a tool after your shift to collect firewood.

I think I did a good number of people for right now! I just need to catch up! :D

TARDISrider, sorry, are you a boy or a girl?

Also, will someone do me?