hold and drag in to zoom! bio: Rosalina Mar age 18 born into royal blood independent, sharp and regal. lil short story: Rosalina has the blood of the dead splattered on her graceful hands. Her fingers are gently cupped around a delicately golden crown hovering inches above her thick hair. The white half of her hair is quartz against her rich brown skin, the other half charcoal black. Her pale eyes are round and wide moons, slowly gliding up to fully view the clean cut gold. A glow of light ignites her features, brushing her clothing and dappling her skirt. She closes her eyes, staring into the endless void of her own lids. She achieved what she asked for. Sacrificed so many people, so many people with lives needing living and bonds to break. But yet she has what she wants. A royal throne sits before her, spreading it’s golden arms to welcome her. A firm cushion sits on top, appearing uncomfortable. Though it’s how she claims her spot. She strides down the red carpet, under the sparkling, dazzlingly bright chandeliers and under the watch of the people. Their eyes are full of loathing hatred, they’re bandaged and bruised. They must be overcome with a feeling of loss. She gives no mercy. She feels no wrong. She has no regrets. She has no regrets?
ahhh this character is so cool! this was so fun to draw, and very inspiring for a short story. enjoy!!
