CoraDobis

My description is : My name is Cora My world smells of leather, green soap, and the buzz of a machine. Not the kind that sews clothes, but the kind that leaves permanent marks on skin—drawings, stories, vows. I dream of becoming a tattoo artist.

Years old

brown

Hair color

brown

Eye Color

Like & Dislike

I like: My room is my fortress and my workshop. Other girls have posters of actors on their walls; I have sketches plastered over every free space: intricate geometric patterns I dreamed up at night, realistic roses that need to look alive, ancient dragons in old-school style. On my shelves—not makeup and trinkets, but pots of ink, sheets of practice skin, and dozens, hundreds of sharpened pencils. My han

I don't like: But I have a second dream. It doesn't live within these four walls, but in a big, old atlas I bought at a flea market. Its pages are worn thin from my constant turning.I don't just want to do tattoos. I want to travel. I imagine it so clearly I can almost smell the scent of foreign cities on my skin.