What is the image you have of...?

Hmm...for starters:

Jay - a water nymph whose eternal tears do not stop her from being very caring to others, or even having a sense of humour.

Scher - I think of her as something between Queen of the Night (if you're familiar with Mozart then strike out her unamiable qualities ;) all I mean is her dignity and Queen-of-the-Nightishness) and Cheese Hazard. Maybe "very special teacher" would be a good trio of words to describe her.

Rachel - mature, thoughtful, kind, and caring (excuse the tautology)...I always picture her as a tidy housewife as well, don't know where that came from!

shortysweetp - a wonderful mother who is also intelligent and witty. Sweet peas grow in her garden. My image of her remains a lovely young lady in her wedding dress...as I saw her once, long ago in the Lit Network Photoalbum.

Night - bright and colourful, never ceasing to smile or to give other people reason to smile or even laugh. She is like a shepherd, mother, and good madonna of the Smilies. Not to mention the fact she is a lady with multicoloured hair that can be changed at will.

:)

Rachel, Caring and loving, full of advices.

Miss Darcy, Riding in the horse and Mr. Darcy chasing her. She is quick and is riding the horse very fast.

Taliesin, Jumping up and down with excitement because he is going to get a sighned copy of Harry Potter 7 (name unannounced yet)

Shortysweetp, A beautiful woman with a beautiful girl holding with her one hand and in her other hand a banner containing these words: "Stop The Women Violence"

And Pensive is -
an infinite blue sky, with a single, beautiful blue bird flying through it in search of the sky's heart. She encompasses wisdom, thoughtfulness and pensivity!

BTW, I'm so glad you don't have an image of me as a schoolteacher wearing a black mini-skirt. Because others have had that picture...(I'm not a teacher - yet - and I don't wear mini-skirts!)

Miss Darcy wears a red silk dress and has a trunk with the names of a hundred countries on it in stickers. She is known wherever she goes and even in shoe stores the clerks fall over themselves and ask for her autograph even if they don't know what she is famous for. She is music to the birds and they love her and follow her wherever she goes.She is beautiful.

Pensive is really a superhero bird, she is actually a tiny hummingbird of gold with diamonds for eyes. By day she drinks nectar and graces the gardens of the elderly who eagerly watch for her with still childlike eyes. By night she dons her feathers of blue and speeds to wherever another little bird is in distress. With one flap of her tiny wings she brings justice and peace to birdland and all the little birds sing her praises.

Digital is an explorer of both the artic and the antartica. He has an honorary key to the country and each city of Penguinland and he single handedly wrote up their declaration and designed their flag. They wanted him to be president by being the genius he is he also is preparing to run for president of the world and has many calls upon him. He has a special phone shaped like a penguin upon which the greatest minds of the world, mainly from this forum phone to get his advice.

Jay is a blonde blue eyed goddess who lives in an ice palace in the sky. whenever she comes down to earth she receives her visitors and holds court only on trains for she is a child of a train god. She weeps for all those who have never known the joy of riding on a train, sleeping on a train, eating on a train. She even has a train in her heaven country made entirely from ice and it is pale blue. The only person that has been invited to ride on that ice train was Admin but he was busy.

Riesa

My impression of Riesa is that she's the smartest person in all of Lit Net. Alas, she's shy, so she doesn't mix it up with the cerebral pugilists, but like a good mother she sets all our chaos into harmony with just a just a smart, precise word. She's the best haiku player around and I see she enjoys all the games. She's regal, has natural nobilty, and is considerate of all temperments, including my arrogant one. She reminds me of the girl in the Clapton song, "Wonderful Tonight," a beautiful lady who everyone adores. She is a super hero of sorts. Three children, donkeys, dogs, cleans the house, cooks, and has time for lit net. How does she do it? And Lord knows where she lives, a farm? Must be. I imagine her to live on some remote mountain in New Mexico, worshiping the outdoors, writing poetry, and pining away of her days in New York. But totally happy.

This could be her:

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Ok who's next in my describe everyone as colors theme.
Humm RobinHood3000 I think:D
Robin is a spikey ball florecent green looks 3D or made of that wierd soft coushy plastic stuff. But the middle of the ball is like a marble with swirly constantly changing swirl of colours.
:D

gorgeous Night. And I agree with you about Riesa Virgil.

Logos is an archeologist----of words. She keeps all her tools immaculate and carefully assembled in her brain and hands and unearths in minutes what others take years to find. She sits in a tower that overlooks the city and drinks in the atmosphere, has a cup of steaming coffee and her favorite dessert by moonlight in the absolute quiet and then with a contented sigh goes back to her dig. Joy is hers and fulfillment.

Stanislav is a teddy bear made of mohair in dark grey with smoky blue eyes. He wears a pirate's earring in his left ear and a felt pirate's hat rakishly over one of his beautiful eyes.
He wears a little belt with a nifty foil sword and when his owner puts him back on the shelf at night after a hard day's playing in the nursery 'Surly Stan' as the other dolls and stuffed toys call him waits until he hears everyone in the house call goodnight to one another and then all falls silent. When he is sure all are asleep he takes out his little sword and starts harrassing and poking all the Barbie dolls and pink teddy's. They scold him and say they will make sure he gets into trouble. 'Oh yah who are ye gonna tell with yer plastic and felt mouths that humans can't understand eh?" he says with a wink and carries on all night freaking out the toys in the nursery.
In the light of day the children come back in and always wonder how on earth the toys have fallen all over and why the Barbie dolls' hair is tangled and messed up .
they can't tell them and Surly Stan laughs inside his mohair self and counts the minutes until it is bedtime again.

Riesa, She is caring, loving and welcoming. Whenever I read about Razia Sultana from my history book, Riesa comes into my mind. In Urdu "Riesa" means a rich woman. Razia Sultana was strong, powerful and rich. (rich also means rich in manners, ethics and education)

mono

Lately, when brosing this forum, I came across a post posted by mono. Then the image that I usually have in mind about this dear fellow came to my mind. He is like an actor performing in a play. The background is but a tree on which mono sits. We are the spectators. In fact, hi is the one watching us from his place, always with us but usually unseen.

Pensive:
At first, I thought her name was Pensieve from Harry Potter, and somehow it's crafted my image of her from the beginning.

Lithe of body, a young girl clothed in silks sits crossed legged on a tufted pillow. Graceful bare feet are adorned with tinkling bells. Her laugh lilts as she summons her bird to her slender finger. The room she sits in alone, has alabaster walls 20 feet high. It's a round room with windows on all sides, draped in sheer hyacinth blue silk curtains. There is no glass in these windows, they are open to the elements. The curving windows behind her are full of stars, and the ones in front of her let in a jasmine breeze and sunlight. The room is full of dappled light, her hair is raven black, ornately arranged, twisted with gold, silver and rubies. Her youth distracts until you look into her beautiful ancient eyes and see the gentleness and wisdom there. She is like a Child Buddha, privy to nature's secrets, communing with the wind, sea and stars. She has an intellect and capacity for wonder that surpasses all who approach her for guidance.

Virgil
Perhaps the dearest person to me on this forum, my world has been enriched since the first post of his I read. Smart, driven, a lover of the finest life has to offer: Scotch, leather chairs, art, animals, music and poetry. :D My image of him is this: distinguished gentleman, yet always ready with hugs and a smile for his dear wife, as she provides him with sustenance. I see him dressed in tweeds, a spring in his step as he again goes off to work; where he is at once removed from and an integral part of his occupation. I see him doodling on scratch paper poems and drawings; cracking jokes when everyone else is stressed from deadlines. On the subway, he reads while young girls attempt to catch his eye; he notices, feels gratified, but ignores them completely. ;) At the corner market, the workers there all know his name, the old women can count on him to open doors or carry packages for them up a seven floor walk-up. Arrogant? Perhaps at times but he is a natural teacher, his arrogant mission is to bring deeper enjoyment to those who might have trouble seeing it for themselves, since he has already pondered many things that some of us have yet to even dream of.

Rachel

My favorite writer on the forum, her words drench my heart with poetry and beauty. She has compassion that is truly saintlike; beauty of form and action. All of her emotions are as they should be, humor that always brings laughter, never wounds. Romance, seeing the gorgeousness in love, mysticism in admiration, and has a word for it; a way of putting it that seals many a romantics doom. My image of her is up on a pedestal, a living statue of light and goodness, with many hearts admiring and reaching for her charity.
Giving to the extreme, but complete and whole in herself, so that the giving doesn't drain her. Her magical, admirable way of always creating more love in this world; unearthly in it's ability to reach us all. Washing away our vulnerabilities in peace and a shoulder to lean on, infusing us with healing and strength. Truly an amazing person, my heart is hers.

The Unnamable

The great green wizard in the Wizard of Oz, only this time there is no mere man behind the curtain, this wizard IS who he claims to be.

Xamonas Chegwé

My image of Xamonas is this: He looks like James Spader and is just as dangerous to women; a man girls run to and mothers abhor. Full of poetry, intelligence and ruthless when it comes to getting his way. He's a powerful person in whatever he undertakes, excels at sports, but prefers chess. He has a soft side, though, which comes out in his love for felines, he has one named 'ickle roseberry' that is his constant companion and is allowed to drink out of his tea cup. ;) His cleverness knows no bounds, and he delights in shocking the most prudish of us. A true asset to this forum, and one that will be sorely missed when he gets wind of something more fascinating that will claim his attentions. :cool:

Not to mention humility ;).

mother Theresa of Calcutta is a real heroine to me, a person who gave everything and asked nothing of life except that others would give to those in despair along side her.

BASIL'

Basil is a chameleon that lives inside an enchanted garden.No one is welcome into that garden besides him for he is the champion, the healer, the one and only mortal dear to the hearts of the trees and flowers, butterflies, dragonflies and bubbling fountains and brooks.
He has such wit that by day he tells jokes, clean as crystal water, imaginative as a rainbow sunset.
He is so funny the grass waves back and forth in sheer joy of his words, the roses laugh until tears of liquid sunlight fall down their petal soft cheeks. The trees have to hold their sides with laughter and even the weeping willows shriek with mirth and drop soft clouds of happy mist.
Everything is greener and more beautiful because Basil is there, breathing in and out and smiling with eyes of love at his very own enchanted garden.
By night when all is quiet and asleep Basil sits upon a bench, pen and paper in hand and thinks out more jokes to bring joy and healing to his beloved garden.
The moon comes out and sends beams of silver straight down into his garden so the m an in the moon can read the jokes. Basil doesn't mind sharing, after all stars need to smile and be glad too. The man in the moon chuckles as he reads and th en howls out loud.
Basil smiles at that and the night goes on as his pen flies over the paper.

Riesa- I don't know who that is that you wrote about under my name but I shall treasure those words and try hard with God's help to be just like that. And if anyone should ask why I am trying so hard I shall answer" A beautiful amazon that rides a midnight colored steed from heaven blessed me and I shall never be the same again.

Samercury:

An enchanted tapestry of woven silk and unicorn wool, always shifting and changing so you can't quite grasp it's glorious picture, and if you could you would blinded by the truth and beauty there; much like looking upon the contents of the infamous Ark of the Covenant. I imagine her as a beautiful young girl, dressed in yellow, green, blacks and browns; hiding behind glasses the most perfect eyes, luminous with wisdom and sparkling with humor. When she sings, the flowers grow stronger, the sun comes out and the mists clear from inside everyone who is lucky enough to hear her. When she plays the violin, her soul is expelled through her music. A soft voice, guiding her family on the path of honour. Strength and clarity of purpose unusual in one so young; a person who will change the world as we know it, creating peace and finding a way to bring harmony to distraught masses. :nod:

Rachel: I believe it's all true.

Riesa

Riesa has double-jointed elbows and races mushrooms. She loves the colour transparent and drinks exclusively from a chalice made of teeth. All of her 7 heads are unbearably beautiful to behold and glow with inner fire. When backed into a corner, Riesa fits perfectly, having a right-angled behind.

Her hobbies include perspicacity and building models of the soul in lego.

Not many people know, but Riesa has one of the world's largest collections of elms.

(If you think this is a little inaccurate, you should see what she wrote about me a few posts back - :lol: :lol: :lol: )

Unnamable

My arch nemisis. ;) Why do I like the fellow so? Is it because opposites attract? Is it because he argues with me like my brother? Is it because I understand the curmudgeon heart? And he is a curmudgeon, a strict disciplinarian as teacher (ready to rave at mediocrity) until a student shows a certain vulnerabilty, and then his curmudgeon heart just melts and helps the student out. He reminds me a little of T.S Eliot; dresses very respectfully; a little uptight; a sharp wit. He knows it all, knows all aspects of literature, philosophy, sociology, and has come to conclusions. Conclusions, I tell you, are what he's confident about. He has such a high level of idealism, and he sees every fault that the world displays, and so becomes discontent. And the discontent is real. The world, society, human nature, just don't reach his ideal. It tinges his personality with melancholy. That's when I want to wrap my arm around his shoulders and say, "Come on old buddy, it's not that bad. Really. It's not that bad." And so we take out some cheese and pineapple and wine (at least for me) and we'll sit down and argue about this or that.

Riesa,
you are a wonderful artist with words. Publish publish, you are definitely my favorite word painter here.

The Unnameable'
When I close my eyes and think of him I think of two things:
The first is heart-torn and bleeding from caring so deeply and continually being hit in the chest by adversaries who have never really heard a word that comes from that heart. They are too absorbed by his words and angered by them.
The second thing I think of is a rollercoaster- much larger and scarier than the world's biggest now boasts itself to be. It is made of material not known to this earth and shines a most unearthly black shot thru with electric bursts of gold and dark brooding midnight blue.
People are compelled to leave the other rides for a little and inching slowly they come to the base of this monster big rollercoaster. They pause and then slowly their heads lift up and up and up and they cannot see the top for it rests above the clouds.
"What a stupid idea" someone says and the others murmurr in angry agreement.
Ridiculous, way over the top, not worth even spending a penny on" says another and again the heads bob up and down collectively.
"Well I suppose we should at least go on it so that we can speak with authority when we warn others to stay away" says a wise looking man and there are whispers and then hands move to their pockets to bring out the money. Tickets are purchased and solemnly with heads shaking in disapproval they get into position on the monster ride.
It starts slowly and in just a breath or a prayer's time begins to climb and undulate and growl with such speed that many of the riders are quite positive they have suffered heart attacks and are now in rollercoaster hell for their sins.
Shrieks of terror, moans of repentance rise to heaven and others on the tamer rides look upward and are afraid.
Finally after what seems forever the ride has ended. All is silent and then the sound of still alive bodies can be heard flopping over the side and feet trudge dizzily over to the fence.
"Just as we thought, a nightmare, worthless, hateful" they all cry.
But half an hour later under the cover of inky darkness they sneak back again. They can't help themselves and a guilty smile of pleasure creeps across their still ashen faces as they seat themselves once more.

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Originally Posted by Xamonas Chegwe

Riesa

Riesa has double-jointed elbows and races mushrooms. She loves the colour transparent and drinks exclusively from a chalice made of teeth. All of her 7 heads are unbearably beautiful to behold and glow with inner fire. When backed into a corner, Riesa fits perfectly, having a right-angled behind.

Her hobbies include perspicacity and building models of the soul in lego.

Not many people know, but Riesa has one of the world's largest collections of elms.

(If you think this is a little inaccurate, you should see what she wrote about me a few posts back - :lol: :lol: :lol: )

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Oh, Nobody has ever summed me up so well; thank you, Xamonas, for your image of me. It's just absolutely darling. :goof:

Are you imbibing at the moment Riesa? right angled bottom? You are perfect.
That was however hilarious. Sounds like a flower child gone bad wrong wrote that.An atheistic vegetarian, muffin loving cat eating flower child. how romantic....sigh :D

Once again, I repeat, he's a clever sod. god love him. (how come there is no smiley for sticking your tongue out!?)

Why, :p Riesa, :p whatever :p do :p you :p mean?

Scher: Former crew-woman aboard the H.M.S. Bounty.

I mean sticking your tongue out with thumbs in your ears and fingers wiggling too, or putting your hand on your bicep with your other fist in the air .... like clouseau....do you know?

Looking for this one, Riesa? http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/se...smiley-030.gif

Rachel

Since resigning from her post as secretary general of the UN, Riesa has dropped out of the public eye. She now makes a modest living renting her dreams to psychiatrists. Rachel was traumatised by being accidentally mailed to Burma as a child and still has a terror of stamps. She is a fussy eater and spends hours picking the seeds out of strawberries.

Her hair is dyed mother-of-pearl. She has ingrowing eyebrows and a detachable tail. People think she's Italian because of her marble facade.

Rachel won't let her friends down; won't even say why she hung them up in the first place. She is kind, considerate and 407 years old (in woodlouse years).

Hobbies include growing her own denim and fog sculpture. She is a great drummer and has played with artists as diverse as Marilyn Manson.

Xamona,

HOW DARE YOU READ MY DIARY.!!!(Good thing I ripped out the pages about seeing Xamonas as model at the Crossdressers convention last year. he lost because he wore two different types of silk stockings. He looked good though I must confess)

~tugs on rachel's tail~

Wow, cool! It really IS detachable!

M'LORD!!!! ET TU BRUTE!

Well I was going to leave off the great one and only Xamonas until this thread was quite worn because I don't know him that well. Although an image that is positively one of a kind is beginning to emerge. So I shall just recall the thoughts that have come to mind and go from there.
Xamonas is an important man that other important men call when they want him to locate down in the earth an oil well that will bring untold wealth to them.
He is a perfectionist and he grills his prospective workers on the rig relentlessly. He seems to them to be an ogre and only the strongest of the strong survive his interview.
On site he stands and thinks and calculates and then like a cheetah he moves into action and everyone is galvanized into a frenzy of movement.
Xamonas has a leonine head with masses of wild straw colored hair-sort of Einstein if he was electrocuted=that sort of look. He yells and curses and even trees and flowers miles away faint from fear. Beads of sweat fall from the faces of his workers as he presses them on and on and silently they curse him..
Until the moment a rumbling can be heard beneath their feet. In seconds a tower of rich black oil spurts lavishly into a surprised blue sky and his workers finish up and then the cheering begins.
The important men who have hired him laugh and clap one another on the back and praise Xamonas. They call him wonderful and later that night they and all the workers now dressed in suits and ties raise their glasses to him, the genius who never gave in to their doubts and anger at being pushed to their limits.
"To Xamonas the wonderful" they shout "the argumentative sod we love to hate. He is the greatest"
Xamonas's place at the long table in the exclusive restaurant is empty, he has not bothered to show up.
He sits at home with his cat, reassuring her she will live on as he reaches for banana free beer. Life is good he thinks. Very good.

Irish Canadian is a lily among thorns. He is clear water that has not a spot of dirt or impurity to mar it's lifegiving properties.
Because he feels so intensely this lily is often bent with sorrow or fatigue for his heart is worn out trying to please everyone but himself.
yet when he is at his lowest a faerie comes , tall and queenly, sent straight from the Faerie Queen herself who knows and loves this lily. The faerie opens a tiny locket of silver and extracts a single heart shaped diamond. this she places upon the lily who then straightens up and glows from the inside out.
The lily does not wait a minute but goes straight back out into the cold unfriendly world and pours himself out like water just as he has all the days before.
Not many notice except the gods who smile down at him and whisper to one another"he is one of us. " And each one of the gods,appointed by the ONe takes something precious from their person and places it upon lily when he is sleeping.
And he knows it not.But somehow from then on he does not droop, no not even in the scorching sun or parched ground.

Sorry! Sorry!

~changing into Bill Nye, delicately reattaches rachel's tail with copious quantities of duct tape~

Ouch,
that just may hurt in the mornin! But thank you from the depth of my heart.(I am so freaked out by the thought of wood louse or louses or whatever)

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Originally Posted by rachel

Kilted Exile is a loch, the water dark and moody, strength blended with thoughtfulness.The tall sheer walls of granite spiking up into the rare atmosphere ring with happy laughterthat seems to come forth from its own self whenever a daring boat comes carefully thru. But those on board are not quite sure what the laughter means so they hurry along while the laughter gets merrier.
And from somewhere under the rippling waters can be heard the very dim low sounds of a scottish ditty followed by the splash of a long long tale.After a terrifying moment of strange silence up pops a couple of cans of beer.

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hahaha, I like this. However, I am sure I am liable to get annoyed enough to probably try and sink them!


Ok, I am going to attempt to give my descriptions of some of you lot:

Scher: Sits at her desk perhaps reading a book, but continuously peering over the top of her horn-rimmed glasses at the students in her class.

Jay: Is a guy (I know you're female, but with the name Jay a guy always comes to mind) he is constantly sitting in front of the computer giggling.

Koa: Sitting reading some russian novel in a dark room, Depeche Mode are playing in the background.

Night: Just one big Smilie bouncing through a library replacing books on shelves.

Virgil: Sat at a desk, blueprints sprawled out in front of him calculator in hand, and an unfinished essay on the problems with philosophy is the open window on his computer screen.

Willow:Willow is the character from Full Metal Jacket who wore a CND pin along with his Army uniform (name escapes me currently).

Rachel: Wanders around in poor tattered clothes as she has given everything she owns away to people "who need it more"

Others will be added when I can be a) bothered & b) think of them.

Rachel
She is tall and beautiful. The queen of all those that feel lonely or sad. She comes to them like a faerie and plants tiny seeds of love, sparkling little clear seeds without blemish or cloud. She helps the people in her kingdom by planting these seeds and letting them be watered by the faeries of her ancesters. She gets these seeds from the tears that she catches from heaven, tears for her people. She gives them freely and keeps little for herself.

Kilted, your versions sound like the real truth. great
Irish, you made me cry.

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Originally Posted by Pendragon

Looking for this one, Riesa? http://www.clicksmilies.com/s0105/se...smiley-030.gif

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Yes!! THANK YOU!
Now If I can only figure out how to save this to my smilie collection. ;)

Rachel. That was uncanny. You are right on about me all but one minor point. I don't mine for oil, nasty, smelly, polluting, filthy, corrupting stuff that it is. My miners dig for Guinness. :nod:

Virgil

Virgil has spent half of his life in prison and the other half in a hurry. His rendition of "Under Milk Wood" in Klingon is world renowned but was not well received when first performed at his arraignment for conducting a seance while driving. He is Antarctica's most successful golfer.

Virgil's favourite bands are English anarcho-punks, "Crass" and Canadian folk-nutters, "The arrogant worms". He himself plays the bass compendium when asked. His love of poetry is only matched by his love of pyjamas, having over 600 sets in his private collection - many in the original wrappings.

He is reliable, trustworthy and will always stand by his friends (though this has led to unpleasant scenes in ladies toilets.) When pressed, Virgil will regain his shape in a few hours, possessing remarkable elasticity.

Hobbies include naming parts of his body after obscure fish and lemon balancing.