DeilliaThere was once a girl named Deillia. She wasn't average, nor was she perfect either. Her personality was one you could compare to a pair of dice, you don't know how they'll roll. Good or bad. This is how you could describe this girl.
Deillia lived in a town that was unlike any other, and yet it was the same. Though the houses and people around her were rather....peculiar. Some were big, some were small. Some were bright, some were dark. There was quite the variety of person one may notice...but if from another land you are...then this town is not your average town.
These lights and darks are not that of a person's skin, but the actual color or shape they be. Neither are the colors or greys, for they are as bright as rainbows and soft as rain clouds.
However, when it came to Deillia, she was not light or dark, colorful or gray, she was...of many multiplicities. Her hair a waterfall of bubblegum pinks and cherry reds, with the hints of sunny orange. Her clothes seemed that of mismatched