Mira and AmandaLooks: Brown or grey eyes, Amanda start out with wavy brown hair striped with black Mira start out with wavy black hair and a few brown stripes, but when they reach the age of 14 Mira starts colouring her hair in all kind of crazy colours, after the age of 16 Mira’s hair turns permanently black with stripes of blue, green and pink, after an experiment. Normal skin colour, but it takes colour easily in the sun. They are about 175 cm tall. Amanda’s style is elegant and a little princess like look, Mira’s style is more wild and punkish, but both likes Goth, old fashioned clothes, army styled clothes and lots of colours.Mira and Amanda by Katja1Rose
Personality: A great pair of troublemakers. Both geniuses, extremely smart and manipulating. Is always together and have a habit of ending each other sentences. They are not really trustable unless it’s has the importance of the world or more. Flirts with everybody if needed or just for fun, if they get bored. People often thinks that Amanda is the
Sherlock of AgesJohn chewed on the end of his pen absently. He was sitting at a bar waiting, hoping to get an interview with Sherlock Holmes. It was going to be his last show before he went solo, well before his band officially kicked him out. Sherlock was genius, he was also an incredible arse and a massive tease. Sherlock had gone through more men and women than there were at the bar tonight but he didn’t actually sleep with them. He was also rumored to be a drug addict. And John had a massive crush on him. Well, it was complicated, John loved the musician but had no respect for the man. Sherlock’s first record was John’s favourite possession, before he was famous and wrote the most amazing music. Tapping his fingers on his notebook, John looked around the bar at all the interesting and sometimes odd people gathered there. A commotion out of the corner of his eye caught his attention though and before he was even fully aware he’d left his seat to investigate. Slipping towardSherlock of Ages by Civil-War-Casualty
Snowman“Why did have to be fucking snow! I’m really starting to miss the desert.” John growled as he made his way through the thick piles of the slush that people in this area called snow. He just called it a mess. Still though he was not allowed to complain, it was either be here in the snow or be kicked out of his sisters home which she was losing because she couldn’t make her payments. Spent it all drinking and John’s pension wasn’t enough. He hefted his pack higher and kept walking. As he walked the snow became more solid, less slush and more flurry, which was both good and bad. John was shivering now, he really needed to do something. He dug down into the snow and bundled himself up trying to keep warm, he start up again tomorrow if he survived until daybreak. Then he’d be fine. He missed out on seeing the clouds disperse and the snow stop falling to reveal the night sky, and what lay beyond it.Snowman by Civil-War-Casualty
Footsteps drifted silently over the crystal blanket
I'm 15 years old, I live in denmark, and I cant draw, but I'm told I make good stories so here I am.|
To those who wonder then no my real name isn't Katja, but it's the name I prefer.