Face Descriptions の小説・ストーリー

Face? His name is Luan and he is a crazy lunatic. He has sharp yet thick masculine features with a vertical scar on his right jaw. He looks like a devil, a mentally ill person who smiles while ripping his prey apart. His eyes glow when he sees blood and they shine in absolute craziness when he sees her. Even the thought of him liking her scares her to oblivion. The thought of him always watching her. He will chase you with a smile so evil you might wish to fall down a cliff rather than die with his hands. And the day he stops smiling will be the day humanity will beg for mercy.

She settled on Layered after a great deal of toing and froing. Next, she clicked the Face tab and was presented with the close-up of a wireframe face spinning lazily. On the left edge of the window, additional tabs had appeared: Face shape, Eyebrows, Eyes, Nose, Lips and Ears. The character’s face would change instantly depending on her choices. Face shape: Round, Square, Oval, Heart. Kate selected Heart. Eyebrows: Flat, Angular, Round, Damon Salvatore, Harry Potter, Liam Hemsworth, Zayn Malik, Chris Pine, Henry Cavill, Spock, Oscar the Grouch…

After the man finished speaking, he turned around, and facing the light, a handsome face that broke the sky appeared in front of Bianca's eyes unexpectedly, even more dazzling than the world-famous blazing sun of T country. There was someone who would look like this: narrow face with thick lips, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, thin double eyelids that were very delicate, coupled with a high nose with a beautiful little hump, this person seemed perfect as if God had taken a ruler and drawn him out... no, it wasn't; there was a scar at the peak of the eyebrow that was very obvious. But strangely enough, instead of being uglier because of the scar, the face was more vivid and easier to remember.

I couldn’t see the extension from his lower abdomen because of his shorts, and I was disappointed by that. I finally looked at his face, and it matched every body part I had seen so far. He had an oval-shaped face, slightly brown, thick lips, a beard that extended to his head, where he had a clean-shaven cut, and sleepy eyes. I loved sleepy eyes. It made one look innocent. Who was he?

The men around them laughed and exchanged opinions as if witnessing something novel. Emma looked at the woman. The woman curled up, her clothes torn and barely covering her body. Her face displayed bruises and wounds of various shades, some still bleeding. Sensing someone staring at her, she raised her head. Her face was disfigured, with a swollen eye, a broken nose, bruised cheeks, and a bleeding mouth. She was utterly unrecognizable. Anyone seeing such a terrifying face would run away in horror. Emma remained composed, gazing quietly at the wounds on the woman's face, a growing anger growing inside her.

One was short and squat, built like a fire hydrant, with inflamed lesions on his face and arms. The man to his right was his opposite, rail-thin sallow skin stretched over a skeletal face, his lips compressed in a grimace of pain. The man in front of the "fire hydrant" could be a model, golden brown skin, a face that made angels cry, and the eyes of a predator.

I studied the photo, committing it to memory. My mark is a fairly pretty man. I never thought I would describe a man as pretty, but he has some features that most women would imitate with makeup and kill for. He has a thin oval face with rich, thick brown hair and eyes to match. He has a small, thin nose and full lips. A scar runs the length of his face, starting above his eye and ending below some nice, defined cheekbones. Once I memorized every feature, I continued to read through the file.

“She notices details others miss.” Yvonne’s voice softened slightly. “She always has.” Adrian leaned forward. “If she can describe him…” Yvonne finished the thought. “We can build something from it.” Marcus nodded slowly. “A profile.” Adrian added, “We run it through the system.” Yvonne continued, “Facial mapping. Pattern matching. Anyone who fits the description comes up.” Marcus’s eyes focused. “And we bring them in for investigation.” Silence followed again but this time, it was not heavy.

He stops right in front of me. Close. Very close. Too close. “Why are you moving away?” he asks softly. “Because you are doing THE FACE.” “What face?” “The… the K-drama male lead face.” “I’m not doing a face.” “You are absolutely doing a face.” “I’m standing normally.” “You’re standing MENACINGLY.” He tilts his head slightly. “And what if I am?” OH NO. OH NO NO NO. He’s doing it again. The Almost-Confession Face™.

Doctor Frank welcomed the couple and their son. "Good morning Mr. Badmus", he exchanged a handshake with him. "Good morning doc! How is the work going?" Mr. Badmus returned the greetings. "My work, I'm always busy, I give glory to the creator." Madam, you look radiant this morning, he poked fun at madam Florence. "Doc you can say that again", she blushed with her response. Her husband did not have time to compliment her on dressing, to him makeup is a waste of time. Whenever someone compliments Madam Florence, she always feels the movement of butterflies in her stomach.