Crowley:
A rumble of thunder followed by ominous silence. The feeling of charged electricity before a storm breaks. Stale alcohol on someone's breath. The taste of cheap lager. A crow cawing. Cold, damp rock beneath your feet.

Armin:
Rain pattering on a forest floor. Trying to regain consciousness as excruciating pain washes over you. The smell of leather. Red wine. A hawk screeching. A sudden burst of adrenaline.

Renegade, blowing dust across a vast and empty desert. The smell of fresh gasoline and the sound of clanking metal. A stale taste

@Twilight - I like that! It really invokes a certain feel, that's kinda hard to describe. Good descriptivess (if that's a word...).

@DubiTheArtist - You can write here!

I'll throw in another while I'm here, since these are fun.

Anastasia:
The sound of an owl hooting on a cold winter's night. Running your fingertips along velvet material. A strong perfume that fails to cover the underlying scent of decay. Dark chocolate. Softly rustling leaves. A lurching feeling in your stomach.

@DubiTheArtist - Ooh, those are good ones.
Gives me a picture of a silent, snow-covered pine forest, with a slightly ominous atmosphere. I like that.

I read the title as gnomd idk why mgjfh

Just got back will add a few charas to this! I like this game.

You guys have got some great ones!

I guess I'll do another.

Stal:
Bass loud enough to reverberate in your chest. The feeling of wanting to cry from frustration. Smell of fresh ink. A dry, sawdust taste. A low murmur from a crowd. Clenching something in your fist so hard it breaks.

Stal stay out of the sawmill factory x'D

They not good for you lolol

I'm going to do this soonishhhhh
Just gotta thonk

Musket:

Dry, a catch of a breeze blows past. It is enough to keep the sweat from cooling your skin. Quietly it echoes the view of a wide and vast desert.
Cool, cold, as silent as a whisper as the blanket of night takes over the land. Couth though uncaring, the comfort found here is but a remnant of what it could be. A wisdom that is not kind.

This stoic nature evolves with the coming of dawn. Like a judgment that precedes thee; it beats down, like an invisible rage of fire and lava. A heat as unforgiving as desert sun, though it is not as if it is undeserved.
Another gust of wind rolls by, it kicks dust from the road behind. The smell of something sweet like summer grass that has just been cut.
A caught of the air tastes stale, like dry grains and oats, yet it never fails to satisfy a hunger. The crumbs of a old granola bar meant to linger there in the ground as they are brushed off to tumble like weeds in the wind.
(Hmmmmm too much? *thonking* I have a few misgivings. Hopefully this gives the right vibe for Musky! :D )

@Alk - That was so poetic ahhhhh--

(Thankyy tho I probably should of proofread it more x'D
Lolol )

Mortikai.
Running your hand over soft silk. Shadows running over cobbled streets and brick walls. The sharp yowl of an anraged cat. The prickling feeling on the back of your neck when you think someone is watching you, but you turn around and nothing is there. Looking up and seeing magic flow through the air, around everything, inside everything, inside everyone. Alcohol that is warm in your mouth and throat, drowning your thoughts. The crisp, clean air of a winter morning that fills your lungs and makes your insides cold. Watching rain run down the windows as you look out of them, waiting for someome to return home. The sickening smell of blood as you try to wash it from your hands, your scrubbing becoming frantic as you realise that it's not coming off and the water runs red.

Dispair.
Warm blankets, bundled up in front of a fireplace. Stroking an animal's fur in the wrong direction. Shivers running down your spine as a cool breeze hits you on a hot day. Cinnamon buns covered in sweet icing, still warm. The gentle creak of leather. A rifle firing, sharp and loud, hitting it's mark. A gentle purr rumbling in your ears as you're held close. Something, somewhere, is burning, and the smoke drifts dark in the sky and clings to your clothes. The forest on an autumnal morning, no leaves on the trees, a chill in the air and the ground is damp. Scars rough on your skin, trailing up and down - you still remember the day you got them all, the burning, the fear.

Might return and do a few more later ;)

@King - Ahhh I love those! So descriptive - Mortikai's really make me think of him.
I don't know Dispair as a character /as/ well, but I love his too! I wonder about the meanings of a few of them.

(Those were rlly good! :eyes:

I like how the first few sentences with Dispair started out cozy but quickly turned to an sudden shock. :0000 )

Loch:
The muffled thrum of music being played down the street. A lungful of fresh, cold night air. The warm, comforting smell of a cafe. Ice-cold Coke. A cat purring. A soreness in your fingertips after playing guitar too long. Sweat mingled with leather. Fries covered in salt. Bedsprings creaking. Burning in your throat after drinking a shot.

Pyre:
The sound of footsteps walking over the smooth wooden floor of a stage. Crinkles in clothing. A sugary smell, like nectar from summer flowers. Orange juice with an underlying hint of vodka. A crowd cheering. Running your tongue over sharp teeth. Smell of fresh mint. Raspberry milkshake. Videogames being played late at night, the sound quiet in a dark room.

Loch reminds me of summer parties or like a bar and grill :P
Pyre is very much that Saturday-gamer vibe x)

These are every fascinating to read. XD Now to imagine this prompt but without giving the character's name - you have to guess who by the descriptions.

I guess I'll try a few...

Coldfire:
The distant roar of swirling wind. Snow that stings the skin. The taste of metal. Burning lungs from the frigid air. Footsteps echoing alone. A gun cocking.

I can't think of anyone else right now X'D

Maelstrom:
Metal parts clanking together in heavy footsteps. A growling furnace. Metal that burns to the touch. The stench of sulfur and smoke. Wing beats pulsing in your head. A smoldering city. The ticking of a pocket watch.

@Fade - Hmm, interesting stuff there... I wonder about the gun mention in Coldfire's one, I didn't know he was associated with guns in any way. XD

hmmMm this is interesting, i hadnt really thought of this lol

well i have (somewhat) thought of this stuff, or most of it... havent thought of /taste/ aside from joke nonsense (like strawberries for marissa and graham crackers for marc cause of his last name. and memey "gamer food" like hot pockets for vincent ...)

i can think of a bit raph so here we go
(ill just do him for now i guess, i might come back later and do others (cant guarantee tho) )

raph: the sounds of a busy town street. near total silence where your own footsteps and breathing are all you hear. birds chirping. the sound of a sword being unsheathed. that dirt smell when it has just started raining.
--anxiety, like you cant stay in one area for too long or else you will be found out and punished. loneliness. regret. longing-- (oop, ignore those, i just realized "feeling" means feeling as in touching something)
metal. leather. the taste of some sort of berry. (not sure what sort lol. blueberries maybe)