So on kh-vids.net I'm roleplaying as an oc named Serenity, and no matter what I do I just can't draw her. I've asked a few friends here and there if they could try and what they came out with just wasn't as emo as I had imagined her. So I'm going to put the information of her on here and if anyone wants to attempt to draw her I would greatly appreciate it.

If you haven't figured it out she is an oc from Kingdom Hearts after II ish


Name:Serenity

Age: 19

Gender:female

Home World: Unknown

Physical Description: Some say she is the sorceress of the night because of her dark mask. Others call her the angel of death for her beauty that she so abhors. Those who know her describe her as thus: Her hair may be described by some as braided night that comes to the bottom of her rear, and feathery bangs frame her heart shaped face. Her skin is of the palest ivory but there are intricately painted designs that come in no seemingly particular pattern across her skin. Her eyes are as red as the blood she bleeds. She is no taller than five feet and six inches and is not but skin and bones. A thin black halter top ends three inches above her pierced belly button and a black and white plaid skirt are worn over a pair of holy jeans. A pair of tattered grey trainers are all that cover her feet. Fingerless gloves cover her thin spindly fingers. Thick black mascara and eyeliner and deep red lipstick are all the makeup she wears along with a silver guitar pick necklace. Twelve ear piercings, a lip ring, and a bloody rose tatoo on her neck decorated her upper body. Three scars that are barely visible adorn the bottom right of her cheek.

Personality: She hides behind a mask of indifference but that is far from the truth. Much too terrified and shy to do anything openly she walks alone at night. Her heart breaks for the hungry, deprived, and unfortunate. She secretly loves anyone who dares to try and break through her foreboding walls and succeeds. A fierce fighter and a firm believer she stands up for who she is and others as well. Never does she say goodbye, but disappears when she finds herself getting comfortable. Love is what she wants but she is terrified of the results that may come from it. She does not own a mirror for fear of what she may see. Death terrifies her as much as heights and spiders. She hides from others for fear of discrimination. She finds freedom in music and drawing. She values all life and does not eat any meat. She does not speak much because the fear of what may be said about what was said. Trust does not come easily for her, it's a dying trait. She's on a mission of discovery.

History: Upon the original arrival of the heartless Serenity found herself on an entirely new world which she'd never seen. She has no memory of her previous life. She had waken up in Hollow Bastion and did not remember her name or where she was from, the only information of her past life was a small note in her pocket that said: Happy 19th S. All she had was a silver long bow, a quiver of arrows, and a small dagger. Strange items for modern times, yet she had woken in the same sort of clothes she wore now along with a cloak that was now in her bag. Serenity didn't speak to anyone and when the heartless attacked Hollow Bastion she found herself whisked off to Traverse Town. Serenity did not settle there like most but traveled by each gummi ship that left to try and find the unknown. Her last stop had been Twilight Town. She had bought her ticket for the next ship when news reports erupted about four gummi explosions when reaching the atmosphere. Finding herself stuck on a planet that seemed to hold nothing of importance to her she dissipatedly. She hides in the woods and only comes out when absolute need for food compels her. Strange dreams and visions bombard her, visions of death and fear. Serenity's only past memory is of a two year old boy running to her arms held out to her. This memory is all that has kept her alive. Fear for the child and the need to find him gave her the motive for life. Who he was, why he haunted her, the questions kept her from sleeping most nights. Three faint scares are her unknown mystery that looked as if a knife had been drug across the skin slow and tantalizingly. Who am I. Why am I. Whose am I? Tell me please.


Keyblade Wielder: No

Weapon: dagger, silver bow and arrows

Magic: Dark

RP Sample: Words. Flying all around her. Blurred edges, she was in the dream again. A small boy with bouncing blonde curls was sitting on the floor, he turned and giggles upon seeing her face. Slowly and clumsily he stands on his feet and walks towards you arms lifted up. Then there is nothing but darkness. Serenity awoke to the smell of fresh dew and the sound of the gurgling creek. She gently pulled her knees to her chest. "Pull yourself together," she whispered, "I'll find him...whoever he is."