My name is Yamina Draconis but you should call me Yamina, yam, yammy
I am a 19 and a Girl
My kind are known as Dreamers,
My story goes a bit like this. I am a shy girl that is easily over looked and afraid to speak my mind. I am at a cross roads in my life where I should be moving on but I am not. My passion is art, mostly in drawing and painting. As an artist I see the world in a different light then others, so sometimes I seem a little..off.
I do not remember my mother much, but my father told me that mom was a beautiful witch and her specialty was cure potions to help the locals. One day she just vanished, my only hope that she is alive is an occasional gift or card from her. The last thing she sent me was a black necklace with a purple stone. It sense what I wanna wear and changes me outfit even my hair to match it. My father is a writer so he always encourages an active and healthy imagination.
Lately I find it harder to tell the difference between my dreams and the real world, but the real question is, do i?
I enjoyReading, Painting, swimming, trying to make things
I don't like Math, gym, large crowds, being helpless
I'm afraid of being alone, spiders
Did I forget anything? I am short at about 5'1, Being the artist and seeing the world differently i don't seem surprise by my paintings 'movements' my home world is a world where your talent is your powers, some are more out right like my mother who was an enchantress and her specialty was in potions. My dads is writing where his stories pretty much literally puts the person in the story world.
I haven't gone home for awhile,right before the events of the ball was when I was last home and before that it was at least 8 months.
