Kristen

She is a modern beauty. She walks tall, shoulders back, chin up, poised and confident. Her soft, bronze skin glistens and glows and her shining light brown hair falls gently onto her shoulders while framing the square of her face. She's the epitome of beauty; always polished, primmed, groomed, and neat. Attaining the elevated status is a difficult and prolonged task, but all the elegance she has achieved through hours spent at the gym and fortunes spent at the salon has left her lacking in overall character, charisma, and charm. She is a beauty queen without an entity.

Mind, body, and soul

My mind wants to be free to wander and fly, but it is my body that fails me. My body holds me back and weighs me down when my soul longs to explore. It is within my body that I am confined, imprisoned and there is no escape. Only patience and stamina to see it through.

Knowing someone

It is never a matter of what or how someone appears to be, rather it is a matter of what or who they are, for it is easy to defy the senses and so many do so, but it is only when you search (and this requires patience) that you can know someone. What they are lies within the core of an individual and that is why there are always those who will never be acquainted with even themselves.

Lorelei

She's a shy, meek creature and she appreciates her solitude. She's a thinker, a daydreamer, an observer and a remarkable intellect. Whilst in the company of beings, she holds her tongue. Seldom ever does she speak and when she does, she speaks with purpose and her voice pours like syrup. A hush falls upon those around her and each are listening enthusiastically. They hang on every word that she speaks and when she has finished what she's had to say, the listeners' ears crave the graceful words on which they floated about the room for that short moment or two. She understands more about this phenomenon than any of the listeners had imagined. She's aware of how her words are admired and knows just when to assert herself.

Stephanie

She oozes attitude from every pore on her body, but is unaware of how much it holds her back. It weighs her down when she walks, as if there were bricks chained to each of her ankles. And the expressions bound to her face are cold and far away, as if something at the core of her is missing. She speaks with a light, mellow voice; almost comforting, but topped with disgust for everything she speaks of. Her posture is off. She is ungraceful, unapproachable. She's a bomb, always most peaceful before the chaos. You never quite know what will set her off and when you do, her eyes are piercing and her sharp words will slice through you and sting for hours afterward. She is ruthless, but I've seen her sweet side. I think she's abandoned it long ago.