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[»Míríel«]

So if you had to think of someone who was absolutely beautiful describe him/her.

here is mine :]




I would like him to have deep brown hair that was so dark it seemed almost black. It would brush into sky blue eyes that were alight with a fire of intelligence and kindness. Those eyes would be a blue that outshone the sky, for it would be mixed with the night sky and the day sky. Here the darkness would be at the rims of the eyes and the light would surround the pupil. His face would be perfectly chiseled with a smoothness, et definition in the curves and bone structure. Skin that wasn't sickly pale, yet wasn't really tan would be smooth and not quite soft, yet not really that rough. As soon as you would look at him you would see a cleverness, yet a gentleness and kindness.
As he would walk he would have a grace like a panther, yet have the power of the lion. Even though he would be strong, I wouldn't im to be overly muscled, like a heavy weight person (yuck) but a well muscled guy. (biceps and abs :]) With every move ther would be a confidence, yet not one that is overpowering. HE wouldn't be someone who would be a snob and think his is a playboy star or something, yet instead, have self esteem but not be drunk with it.
When he would talk to you there would be the ability to listen as well as talk to keep the conversation flowing. Never butting in, or talking about himself all the time, but considerate, polite, funny, and courteous. A gentleman, where he would open doors and let the ladies go first, yet also have a wild side.
If I got to know him more (which I hope I would) He would respect my input and treat me as a respected companion rather than a silly girl and would weight decisions by looking at all the facts before judging. He would be just and merciful and slow to anger. Also even though he would treat me as a respected companion he wouldn't be afraid to take charge and wouldn't be afraid to point out wrong and guide me to the right way in my life.
His heart would be pure and thoughtful and not so focused on outside than the inside. I would want him to love girls for who they are, not what they look like. He would have to be thoughtful and think about others before himself, and be a step ahead of thought process. And think outside of the box. (As in instead of just picking up a thing of flowers from the clearance section and saying happy birthday but doing something like surprising me by going out and having a picnic or four-wheeling or a rose or two, or even just giving me a card that has his own words or a hand written poem on it.)
Most importantly he would have to be a christian and be well versed in the bible. Thus he would be a protector and a guider in my life. Protective, yet not over protective, a leader, yet not one that lets it get into his head. Loves kids and is good with them. Loving and cheerful, able to know me well and read my actions without me telling him.. Yet still have a mystery that surrounds him like a cloak.

Ahh am I to much of a romantic, is there such a man out there? lol anyways this would be my perfect guy I have left some things out. or did i? idk but I gtg and can't really think of what else to put soo.. does this answer your question fifi?

[ebony]

XD We are female, we are allowed to be overly romantic. And yes, it quite descriptively answers my question. ^^
MY TURN! :3




I have a picture in my mind of a young man with onyx black silky hair, draping around his face and some drifting fringe dangling in his eyes. His eyes, eyes that really have no defined color, would be bright, but warm. They would give a sense of grace, kindness, and reserve, one that entrances anyone lucky enough to glance into them. They are a pale, pale blue, with hints of gray, silver, and midnight blue seeping from the pupil and ever so subtley dispersing through his iris. In the brightest of sun and starlight, they would appear nearly transparent, like seeing right into his soul. His skin would be perfectly porcelain, with just a hint of color in his cheeks, especially when he smiles. Every line on his face would be smooth, angled, making him carry a strong, exotic appearance. When he smiled, it would be such a bittersweet, compassionate smile, that it would sing out the contents of his heart. Everything about his face would convey a sweet, innocent shyness, yet a wisdom that only comes from the experiences of life. His emotions play freely on his expressions, for he never wishes to hold anything in.

The grace in which he moves would be unmatched. Everything about his stance would indicate hidden strength, like a sleeping giant. You would never know quite what to expect. He has a bit of a thin frame, but with developed muscles in the chest and arms/legs. He would stand a bit above average height and hold his head up high, never letting anyone take advantage of his weakness. He would always dress appropriately, and actually pay attention to his daily appearance. The confidence he posesses is very quiet confidence, right beneath the surface, but it is still always there. Because of his natural taciturn ways, he isn't much of a social butterfly, and often shies away from the unknown. Everything about his appearance hints something much more within him; it just hasn't come to life.

It takes some effort for him to open up, but once he does, he becomes one of the most wonderful friends one could ever wish for. He is respectful, understanding, and always there for those he loves, even if it means putting his own life in danger. His loved ones are his life. They are always his top priority. When he speaks with others, he is usually a much better listener than a talker. Often he has to be prompted to speak at all, since he is often more fascinated with the lives of others than speaking about his own. He has a vast sense of humor, able to laugh along with just about anything. Courtesy is a must; he has many strong values, including always acting as a gentleman.

Anyone he ever has the chance to call his love he treasures more than anything. He is a very sensitive, romantic type, and loves to snuggle up with his loved one. Nothing has to be said, just being in each other's company is enough for him. He would always respect her opinion, and treat her with compassion. He is a bit overprotective, and has tendencies to get a bit jealous. He will always believe his love's word, so if he was ever betrayed, his heart would surely break beyond repair. He allows his emotions to run freely, crying when he's overcome by sadness, laughing when overcome by joy.

Music is a huge part of his life. He is extremely musically talented, both vocally and instrumentally. He has a fascination for the natural world and all of its unexplained wonders. His mind is full of passionate creativity and spontaneity; you never quite know what to expect. He has a bit of a dark past, his creativity being his outlet. He writes, captivatingly so, and expresses his innermost thoughts through the easel. Mystery continues to surround him, no matter how close you may be. He has been scarred from his previous life, which shows through his extremely protective nature. He always wants to keep his loved ones by his side, fully in view, just to give him peace of mind.

He wants to know everything about you. Everything you love, hate, fear, desire. He wants to understand every part of you, and treasure each individually. After a time, he begins to know you so well, it's almost as if he can read your mind. He knows what will touch your heart, what will bring you to tears, and what will fill you with joy. He follows the Christian faith, therefore, able to be a loving supporter in times of uncertainty. He himself may even need a shoulder to lean on at times, but he will always return the favor tenfold. He always tries never to judge anyone, but allows them to come to him in time and explain themselves. He'll never take advantage of you and will always try to help you make the best decision in times of difficulty. His quiet nature disappears completely when you are in need of help, becoming strong and rock-solid. He will never put himself first, and will always give his everything just to protect those he loves most.


Yep. And I could still go on, but I won't, because I don't want Miriel to kill me. :]

[jessica]

...you guys make me horribly jealous. >_>

So basically... my guy has to be... well... a guy... and... yeah



(It was amazing, admit it.)


[Here, my pathetic description of my friend Zach. I stole him for a character in my book, Adrian.]

I was never a romantic. And I probably never would be. I didn’t believe in soul mates. I didn’t believe that anyone was ‘meant to be’. I didn’t believe in fate or destiny or any of that shit. I believed that a relationship was what you were willing to make it. That no one had someone who was perfect for them in every way… well, I believed friendships could be like that, but not really relationships. With friendships it was different. Things worked differently. But anyways. I hated it when couples claimed silly things like fate brought them together and that they were perfect for each other. It didn’t work that way at all. Fate didn’t exist—coincidence did. Accidents did. Life did. It wasn’t some silly made up force that brought them together; it was a sheer coincidence of life. And they weren’t meant to be, because, as I said, no one is. Their relationship only worked because both of them wanted it to be so. Sure, there was a certain level of compatibility people had to have, you couldn’t really be polar opposites (there was no ‘he/she completes me’ bullshit.). But if people had that amount of compatibility—based off of personality, habits, likes, dislikes, and etcetera—then they could, if they wanted, make their relationship work. It wouldn’t be perfect. Perfect didn’t exist either. But they would believe so, because they wanted to believe so. It was psychological. Maybe there was a chemical element to it—physical attraction and all that—but when you came right down to it you saw the facts;
1. Relationships that both people wanted to work and had the compatibility to work, succeeded.
2. Relationships lacking the minimum compatibility failed, no matter the desire.
3. Relationships lacking the minimum desire failed, no matter the compatibility.

All this could be thought rationally… but I could never remember it when I was with Adrian.

Okay, yeah, I knew we weren’t meant to be. I knew we weren’t soul mates. I knew he didn’t have the desire. But what could I say? I wished otherwise.
Adrian was the kind of guy who constantly surprised you. For better or for worse. For better, he could show you that he really did have a heart. That he could be compassionate. That he had all these good and wonderful things about him, but he just kept them under wraps.
For worse, he could show you his self inflicted scars. That he was broken. That he felt he had to be an asshole to protect himself. That he lied. That he could be a totally different person—to the point that you wondered if the other Adrian had ever existed. But, honestly, once you knew the other Adrian—the real one—that part of him outweighed the bad part. Once you knew that Adrian, you knew the act and the story behind it. You felt as if something where to happen to him, your whole world would collapse around you. You felt that, even though he could be a dick, you would be safe with him.
Or maybe that was just me.
Adrian wasn’t what everyone would call handsome, (though most people, along with myself, probably would), but even if you didn’t find him hot or cute or handsome or whatever word you preferred, there was still something about his appearance that drew you in. It might have been how he looked years older than his classmates, but not in a bad way, or it might have been the way his green eyes slowly darken when he’s overcome with some otherwise unreadable emotion. It might have been the way his jaw was set that let you know he was in deep thought, the kind of thought that clawed at your curiosity. For some, it might have even been the fact that, today, he wore short sleeves and scars, some thick, some thin, some so faded that you only saw them in the right light, and some so red and raw it was like they just healed, or hadn’t yet, were visable on his forearm. Or it might have just been the raw emotion and energy you couldn’t quite define that seemed to radiate off of him.
Adrian had curly dark brown hair that fell to just about his earlobes and it sometimes fell into his green eyes. The skin that covered his strong muscles was pale. I would guess his height was somewhere around mine, 5’8, probably 5’9, 5’10. His jaw was almost always locked, unless he was smiling or laughing, and he had some hair on his face, but not too much. His eyes, which I had always thought to be his best feature—the most beautiful part of him—held so much emotion, emotion that no other part of him, apart from his voice when he was extremely emotional, showed. I didn’t know if he knew, but from simply looking in his eyes, you could see how he was feeling. You could see straight through every lie that otherwise would be undetectable. He had the best smile I had ever seen. His smile could accomplish whatever it was he had wanted it to—it could cheer you up, it could calm you down, it could reassure you, it could melt your heart, and it could break you.
And as you probably already guessed… I think I’m in love with him.