When I grow up, I think I’ll invest in a nice little camera. When describing a character, it’s so much easier for me to tell you about them, rather than write it. I think that’s because of my rather imagerific (made up words ftw) style of verbal description. I use sound effects and varied voices. It could probaby really help to record that sort of thing for future reference (or for laughs). Als, try acting out your character if you get a camera. It’s as fun a writing, but you dont have to worry the slightest bit about grammar and diction. Hope that helped.

The moon rose in the twilight sky, pink in the western heaven
Blue dark and high, the guardians of each direction were called
And each lantern lit to assemble them nigh
The High Priestess presided, her consort at her side
This evening’s ritual would soon bind them all
In their alignment to seek Abramalin’s Oil

By water and salt the circle was cast
Thrice around fire of the censor did last
Her athame held nigh, the blue light was set
And after the Godess and God candles were lit
Charge of the Goddess, by the light of the moon
Protect us and guide us by the power of right
As we seek release from heaven and hell
To discover the secret of Abramalin

Her robe was of silver, pale sequins and beads
a crescent moon circlet confined auburn hair
Her skin was magnolia, her lips like pomegranate seeds
Her aura the snow of the Himalayan bower
Her purpose was clear, her intent precious and near
For each in her heart, was special and dear

Tell me your heart, speak of your desire
She spoke for the Goddess embodied herehwith
In the soul of this priestess a channel light,
For ach of you rightfully Minded this night,
I shall if you answer each
Question in truth, reveal the gifts
Of the secret of Abramalin

Their purpose now stated, the power yet to be raised
More Lovely to behold than alchemy’s gold,
The Priestess forth with began the praise
To the Goddess and God, timeless and present

In a voice like the nightingale, she sang of the glory
Of the old days and present, a timeless love story
She called out the names, and asked for them all
To join in the harmony of the oldest of all
Music of spheres, monumental or small

Lovely, as lovely as moonlight
Reflections of starlight
The Goddess in you
Midnight, we gather round lamplight
To conjur the majick
The Goddess in you

Blessed be the seekers
Blessed be all, who wish
For the truth to touch beauty’s secret
For knowledge and conversation I
Will bring to you all.