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For the hair, I was going to cut it really short and spiky... but I chickened out. I still hacked it myself, but not too short. Just short enough that it won't stay in a pony tail without half a dozen bobby pins.
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I'm the exact opposite! I wanted to get my hair cut short and spiky. My mom wanted to take me to a hairdresser because it was a really big cut (six or seven inches). I had a picture from a magazine and everything, but when I got there, my hairdresser used every excuse in the book to get me not to (and my Mom didn't help one bit.) "Your hair is too thick." (Actually, my hair is thick but not
too thick). "Your face isn't the right shape." (It's oval. The perfect shape.
) I ended up just getting a cut in under my earlobes. (For the record, my Dad agreed with me. Guys can get short and spiky cuts no matter what their face shape or hair type. I've vowed that next time I'm going to ignore them.)
Wow, that turned out to be a longer story than I anticipated!
I imagine
Meela as very pale, which isn't helped by the fact that she refuses to wear any color except black. She is very taken to black gowns, but when they happen to be in the wash, she wears a pair of tightish capris and a tunic-like top. (Black, of course.) She sometimes has clear grey eyes and sometimes electric blue eyes (I can't really decide) which turn blood red whenever she sees fire, from a little candle to a burning building. She is a good head taller than everyone on the street and enjoys looking down her "breathtakingly beautiful" snub nose menacingly at complete strangers and innocent civilians. (And I am dead serious on this,
Meela. Dead serious. *puts on serious no-nonsense face*)