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Sial
Clericon: High-priestess of Lunaserene. (7th Planet in the Artemis system of the Polycount Nebula)
One thousand years since The Cleansing.
One hundred years since the Worm Hole Wars began.
Lunaserene has tried to maintain peace and neutrality in the wars. The results have cost them dear. Their pride has suffered. The people have suffered. The wormhole has been silent for 10 standard years (one local year) but recently the pulses began. Some rapid, some slow. And they have been progressively increasing. Lunaserene had been watching carefully, ready for an invasion from the other planets... still suffering from the recent wars their defenses were meager but enough to postpone their aggressors, at least the ones they were aware of.
The attack came swift and brutal. The pulses changed. They became rapid and more violent. In mere moments the horror was unleashed. The portal burst forth, metal beasts poured from the ragged hole. The defenses were not prepared.
One month has passed. The world of Lunaserene became a battle ground. A battle ground littered with the bodies of the innocent. The machines have withdrawn for now. Lunaserene has survived... barely. Less than 5% of the population remains.
The time has come for a decision. High-priestess Sial must journey through the gaping portal and put an end to the machines before they are allowed to spread to other worlds. She journeys to the ancient temples to recover the artifact her ancestors laid to rest one thousand years earlier. Her pilgrimage has been long. Her rituals intense. She walks forward and opens the ancient lock. The power is blinding. She falls to the ground, her eyes white and useless. She stands and grips the artifact. She turns and walks out of the temple, the light guiding her to the destiny she has prepared for...
Yet she is truly unprepared...
plodding along... trying some different outfit styles.. still need a lot more. (goal is 9-12 more tonight, maybe not so detailed/variations of what ive got already)
some kinda crappy scans.. (no access to make-pretty software atm).
playing with the idea of using beads as the artifact. beads that harm her when used, having scars on her arms.
still going with the idea of a cultured civilization. just because it is "post-apocalyptic" doesnt mean you have to be a bunch of uncivilized uncultured uncouth barabarians..
*looks down the list*
in that vein ive been looking at a lot of references from Asian/Indian cultures. places where culture thrived 'without [advanced] technology'. and in particular fashion styles that do not focus on the form of the body as the overlaying form of fashion. im trying to work with layers and forms that are not 'biomorphic', i.e. forms that are basically bulkier version of muscle groups.
My last hurrah.. I am so burned out from classes and my GA work and this has taken up so much of my semester for a class that I have to move on if I want to get anything else done..
And I was so close this time to finishing. I just do not have the energy.
So with a bow, I leave the battlefield.
T_T
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Sial
Clericon: High-priestess of Lunaserene. (7th Planet in the Artemis system of the Polycount Nebula)
One thousand years since The Cleansing.
One hundred years since the Worm Hole Wars began.
Lunaserene has tried to maintain peace and neutrality in the wars. The results have cost them dear. Their pride has suffered. The people have suffered. The wormhole has been silent for 10 standard years (one local year) but recently the pulses began. Some rapid, some slow. And they have been progressively increasing. Lunaserene had been watching carefully, ready for an invasion from the other planets... still suffering from the recent wars their defenses were meager but enough to postpone their aggressors, at least the ones they were aware of.
The attack came swift and brutal. The pulses changed. They became rapid and more violent. In mere moments the horror was unleashed. The portal burst forth, metal beasts poured from the ragged hole. The defenses were not prepared.
One month has passed. The world of Lunaserene became a battle ground. A battle ground littered with the bodies of the innocent. The machines have withdrawn for now. Lunaserene has survived... barely. Less than 5% of the population remains.
The time has come for a decision. High-priestess Sial must journey through the gaping portal and put an end to the machines before they are allowed to spread to other worlds. She journeys to the ancient temples to recover the artifact her ancestors laid to rest one thousand years earlier. Her pilgrimage has been long. Her rituals intense. She walks forward and opens the ancient lock. The power is blinding. She falls to the ground, her eyes white and useless. She stands and grips the artifact. She turns and walks out of the temple, the light guiding her to the destiny she has prepared for...
Yet she is truly unprepared...
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random bits:
http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g242/snemmy/DomWar3/rough.jpg
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not nearly enough flowy bits, scrolls, bells and babbles in the thumbs
the artifact will be a large glaive/polearm type weapon
some kinda crappy scans.. (no access to make-pretty software atm).
playing with the idea of using beads as the artifact. beads that harm her when used, having scars on her arms.
still going with the idea of a cultured civilization. just because it is "post-apocalyptic" doesnt mean you have to be a bunch of uncivilized uncultured uncouth barabarians..
*looks down the list*
in that vein ive been looking at a lot of references from Asian/Indian cultures. places where culture thrived 'without [advanced] technology'. and in particular fashion styles that do not focus on the form of the body as the overlaying form of fashion. im trying to work with layers and forms that are not 'biomorphic', i.e. forms that are basically bulkier version of muscle groups.
Thanks.
I'm trying hard but it feels like I'm fighting an uphill battle.... And that hill is Everest......
Latest... The hair is making go into fits. *insert old bearkub fit graemlin*
And I was so close this time to finishing. I just do not have the energy.
So with a bow, I leave the battlefield.
T_T
I will work on her more.. but later...