Sketches for a roleplay

I don't want to use tumblr ;_; all I want to do is focus on one damn site so BLOGGER IT IS, I have chosen sides ;_;

I have been roleplaying with this lovely girl called who I call Naomi 8)  Our now-over-80k-wordcount roleplay--titled "The Vast Idiosyncracies of Hell and Its Inhabitants", is like a nonstop flaming locamotive.  Every post is roughly a thousand to three thousand words because we're sadomasochists who love writing.

Kieran is hers, Valtier is mine.  Both characters were new and created specifically for this roleplay and we have lots of fun flushing them out, their relationship (which is... rocky, to put it very, very lightly), and the vast idiosyncracies of Sheol, which is the name for post-apocalyptic North America riddled with hellish demons and a ruling class of 12 Zodiac-based demon lords and ladies.  Thirteen demon Kingdoms and eight human Territories comprise all of Sheol.  Kieran hails from a human village called Ancora in the Eastern Territory, one of the bases of the human rebellion that the humans refer to in hushed tones as Them, and he is the youngest son of the rebellion leader. Valtier lives in the kingdom Gehénnam in a castle under the ocean, which is where he takes Kieran after purchasing him as a slave.

Coloured and uncoloured for comparison's sake.  Valtier's original design (as he's part of my OC set I call the Zodiac Wheel) was an intimidating man with slick blonde hair and burning yellow-orange eyes, and now I've edited him to have white hair to suit the coloration scheme better.

Kieran turned out beautifully but I feel that Valtier's nose is a bit too... oddly sharp.  His lips are too wide too. I'll tweak it eventually.

A very brief sketch I sent to Naomi when she was confused as to how Valtier was holding a struggling Kieran, fresh after they... uh... "bonded" ;)  Valtier is almost two heads taller than Kieran and much wider so he will hold Kieran like this often.

Our (working) map of Sheol, with the location of each Zodiac Lord and Territory.  We'll add more as the roleplay expands.  Ophiuchus also used to be a Zodiac Lord but he was killed some centuries ago, and now the center land tensely gets ought over by all of the other Kingdoms that touch it (so Capricorn, Libra, Pisces, and Aquarius are all just about meh while everybody else fights)

Here, have a crappy unedited sketch.  This will be cleaned and painted.  The left shows the spot that will mortally wound Valtier if struck (each house has a different spot, eg. Scorpio's is the base of her tail, Leo's is his jawbone, Aquarius are his ankles, etc)

and a better, more refined sketch of Valtier consoling Kieran while he sleeps.  Kieran is a very strong, fierce, but troubled character.  His gentleness was crushed by his father and harsh life conditions, and Valtier has access to his various memories and nightmares when he's asleep.  Valtier, all cold and ice and numbness, cannot fathom why he feels like stroking the boy's hair and cradling him when he watches Kieran cry in his sleep.

MMMM FEELS MMMMMMMMM

I'm gonna go roll in feels as I wait for Naomi to post 8)

A bunch of amazing stuffs.

So I have this little sketchbook that I love to bring around everywhere.   It's a little smaller than my handspan and extremely fun to draw in with pen because the pages are tinted beige.  It makes everything classier than it really is XD

Lay. 

After three failed attempts, I finally got him.  

I like Lale when he's pensive.

Queen of flowers.  Featuring an amped up Rozelia, in a lily rather than a rose.  Drew this on the bus and though I'm happy with it I did screw up a few times because of rickety bumps.  

She has pistils and a stamen.  Rozelia is truly a hermaphrodite; half of her children are self-fathered.

Merman in a dream.

He's a snake.  Or an eel.  I think this might be Varun Halcyan but he's changed quite a bit.  

Here's an old picture of him.  Varun isn't an important OC in my mind but I like him, and this is who I was thinking of when I finished the piece.

Drawn after visiting the University of Toronto Mississauga during mentorship.

So he likes to keep her dry when it rains.

Drawn during repertoire with lots of giggly girls looking over my shoulder...

Sceahst.

Also named Shadow.  Lale's horse.  His name is pronouced sei-ya-st, according to the soliloquium thread (which needs continuation and finishing.)  

Drawn because Angel and I have been playing this horse game and I've become quite addicted to horses.  Sceahst has a wild temper and he's a demon horse.  quoting page 5:  "His horse, Shadow, had been a tyrant as a foal and would only listen to him; Colleen noted that with little surprise."

And last but not least:  Mister Rabbit!  with Yoshua instead of little Silver this time.

I think if Silver found Mr. Rabbit he'd definitely give it to Yoshi.  After a few trials and errors and help from Angel and Chuchu and Jess, we decided that Bitty would get golden eyes and a green bow (though I wanted blue and blue.)

Kids these days

The Ensemble as Children.

Expect lots of angsty angst angst because I love torturing the Ensemble, adding flavor to their lives... the least angsty are probably Yoshua, Colleen and Skye haha XD

Colleen Emberem

Oh, Colleen. Colleen, Colleen, Colleen.

The above is like a metamorphosis. It was by luck that it was arranged in the right order.

Happy birthday to you, my OC.

If I could write a letter to you... well, you're already laughing. You know all my thoughts, so why should I bother fumbling to explain myself?

But I will write a bit. Or a lot. I will write because I'm pretty sure nobody reads this and I can probably spill my heart out to someone imaginary, so real to me, here in a corner that is also imaginary and real. Tongue-in-cheek, I could say you are the highest part of my religion, whatever that is.

You

Juxtaposed masquerade designs for the Ensemble. Interesting. :)

... FOR MY FRENCH EXAM I WILL WRITE THIS IN FRENCH. I started Maddie's in english but I will switch now. There will be so much conditionelle, it's not even funny, as all of this is what-if.

Maddie would be in something sweet and princessy. Lots of pink and green lace, pale pastel colours and chiffon. She'd have kitten heels of some dark colour to contrast, and her hair would be pulled up with flowers.

New Year

So on New Years Eve, I drank a lot, dance a lot, and ultimately felt like it was way too soon for 2010. Why is it that every single moment time passes, we regret that it's passed, or someone else wishes that the future would come sooner?

Inevitably time is fixed and in place. Time is what kills us in the end, not the other way around.

2011 came around with a whisper, not a bang. It came with a quiet apprehension, with sullen blinking and questioning as the previous year passed away.

Years are trivial; time is absolute. So we follow the sun, but not every sun is the same.

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L'Effet Zaza

Here we go. En français.

Pour la classe de français nous avions besoin de créer une présentation de 45 minutes… ugh, quel horreur. Je ne sais pas qu’est-ce que je dois faire pour ma partie, et j’ai gaspillé tout la journée pour les designs des personnages… c’est pas mal—je veux dire, le jour; je n'ai pas eu le temps pour dessiner dernièrement et même un peu d'il se sent bon—mais maintenant je sens que lundi serait une catastrophe…

Les personnages, ici :

Zaza (Elizabeth Babin, qui avait le don de préduire l’avenir. L’homonyme de la collection, et très nerveuse pour le premier jour d’école secondaire. Elle a 13 ans, avec une disposition ressemblée de soleil.)

François Babin (Le père de la fille mentionné au-dessus. Un alcoolique qui manque sa femme qui lui est parti, il est nostalgique mais un bon père.)

My days pass by in shades of brilliant gray

May 3-11 2010
Kissing Practice--drawn over time in class.
The last picture is a spoiler. Featured here: Krai, Eva, Ceru, Colleen, Lalé, A possible humanoid Yang and quite possibly Adriano's teeth.
Yang--The seventh phoenix son of the Royal Nie (fire faye) clan. (May 4th 2010)
He is the smallest, a runt of the family, the only one with brilliant red plumage as all of his brothers have greens and blues and violets as their colours. His primary feathers are white-hot, and he has five tail plumes, and he has a lovely disposition overall.
Like most of my story people he has a humanoid form, too. He's a chinese man with hot fire-blue-violet eyes, a sunny disposition, and slightly melancholy look on life.
He is also the Aether fairy king.
Queen Rhiannon is quite in love with him--they are husband and wife. I need to keep track of who's married to who in Devil's.
Yang was drawn in a period of two hours during Junior Repertoire helping I did. I cried so much that day that I just wanted to draw something pretty.

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May 3 2010, A doodle in Math class.
A little fairy child wanders through the jungle of dandilions, ladybugs, catgrass, and daisies, looking for her mother who disappeared with the rain. Perspective practice--it didn't have a story until right now.

Sketches (April.19.2010)

Julian Kain & Sable Astraveras
(Julian trial 1 -with Sable foreground-)

--My first attempt at drawing Sarah's OC. We buffed out his design together last Sunday at STC and I've been trying ever since. T_T

He could smell the fires from miles away; the flash of light, the screeches alerted him to the sudden, pacing danger he could feel clump in his throat.
The Nosferatu, the Courtesans, the humans stayed away. The fire was sudden and strange with only falling debris causing damage, and his deep eyes scanned the destruction and the people with clenched tension. Anybody sane enough stayed away; Julian leapt ahead.

Where was she? It must have been her. His innards twisted inside of him with dread, knowing full well that fire meant something happened to the Astraveras family.

And there, so far, so small, he saw her.

As fast as he could, he careened off of the tower of the building he gripped, face paler than it could ever be. She was wandering with blood streaming down from her throat, tears running down her cheeks, her hair in wild disarray. The little girl was shaking with pain, and he could smell the fire on her, in her. And her wings, oh her beautiful, jade-gossamer wings, they were black and crumbling away as soot from her tiny, tiny body, as if they had been burnt away.

She uttered a terrified cry when she saw him; he saw a flash of sharp, sharp teeth. She clawed at her shoulders, clawed at her face, fell on her knees and shook. He realized, too late, breathing in the scent of blood cloaking her, that almost all of it was Marissa's.

Julian's heart broke. "Isabella," he breathed, slowly edging closer. "Sable Astraveras, do you recognize me? I'm Mariss-- I'm your Mommy's friend. Remember me?"

"Uncle Julian," she moaned, but her voice was strange to him. It sounded like it was hoarse from hours of screaming, scratchy like broken glass. He saw the crusted wound on her neck, the strange dilating of her eyes, how thin she suddenly became. "Julian-- my mommy, she..."

He hurried to her without waiting another second. The little girl--shivering, frightened, changed--let him hoist her up, let him rub her back and hold her close, let him whisper worthless comforts as she wept.