"Who am I?"

By;fernand jiro marantal


This was something I wrote for a practice English paper. The question was 'Decribe yourself." And I only had 45 minutes to do the thing in. It's not perfect as I didn't have time to go back through it and change things, but I hope you like it!
Note: This is not an actual description of me.....at least, I don't think so......



Complicated. Yes, that’s what I am; unbelievably complicated. I know that by some mysterious, strange decidings of fate that I am not of this world. One look at me could easily tell you that. No, I’m being serious.
    When I was first imagined, my skin was painted in shades of pale winter. My cheeks were coloured like a morning of early spring still clinging to winter’s chill. My lips dyed the pale pink of crushed spring blossom, its fragrance dying in a half flush across the elegantly carved neck that holds this head of mine to the rest of the torso.
    My hair has been woven from words of silk and ripples serenely down my back like a glossy black stream making its way effortlessly to a bigger ocean. It is here where the forgotten memories dwell. Lost, trapped for all eternity until the very last grain of the sands of time has bid this world a fond, heartfelt farewell.
    My clothes are not like yours. I am garbed in a dress of woven snowfall tinged with subtle washes of frost blue; the colour of the icy glaciers of a frozen kingdom. At the hem of the dress renegade snowflakes play mischievously around my ankles in a mesmerizing dance of supreme intricacy. And the fingers of the Lords of frost have left an interlocking tribal design along my arm – marking me as one of their own.
    However, although these things give me a somewhat outlandish appearance, it is not these that betray the secret of my origins. No. It is my eyes that whisper those secrets to all who have the nerve to look deeply into them and not get lost in their vast depths.
    Unlike you, my eyes are slanted and almond shaped, the iris larger than normal. However, the colours of my eyes are painted in the purest of all fantasies. They are the colours of the deepest oceans, the tropical turquoise and lushes green They hold wondrous pinks, unbelievable reds and secretive, elusive purples. My eyes are ever-changing like the seasons and as unpredictable as the moods of the Mistress of the sea or the Lord of the sky. And if you dare to look deep enough, the inky pools of my pupils will reflect the heavens; the stars that are strewn like diamonds on a black vale. For that is where my true home is. I know it deep within me and my soul sings of its truth.
    So, whilst all these things by your standards makes me inhuman and not of the norm, all I really am is complicated. That’s all. I’m just a lot more complicated than you are, but I’m still human. And one day I will get back to my home – for aren’t we all nothing more than just stardust and moonshine.