#the uncrucified
May I formally introduce The Crucified Dreamer. This alternate universe Abyssal form of my character, Kalara, enjoys seducing revolutionaries to the cause of her Deathlord, the Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears.
She fiercely loves her Deathlord, who saved her from the days of torment she had endured after being crucified by the Guild for a murder she didn’t commit in an effort to silence her calls for reform.
The Lover gave the Dreamer the chance she craved to ‘equalize’ all in the embrace of death. The Dreamer enjoys finding revolutionaries much like herself, encouraging them to fight wars they cannot win so she can watch them die 'beautiful’ deaths.
Her skin is meant to be a corpselike blue with her crucifixion wounds still present and unhealed.
Find out more about this character and project at http://www.theuncrucified.com
Painted in Procreate with finishing touches in Photoshop. Inspired by the Exalted TTRPG setting from @theonyxpath.
Then I remembered to come back and share Kalara’s completed Shirt Cut Meme here! Her wardrobe and hair got an update and her Koh persona (Free Space) got a redesign to be way more sexy-badass instead of kinda nerdy, which just wouldn’t do for the Silver-Tongued Devil famed for many misadventures.
I also experimented with a new style in Procreate, which I’m digging. I’m slowly, but surely morphing The Uncrucified towards a more painterly, less line heavy style.
You can also watch a narrated timelapse of this piece here.
Kalara’s Shirt Cut Meme continues! It’s a dangerous move to wear your Anathema caste mark in your jewelry, but it’s a perfect way to keep your enemies guessing & distracted. Is it an ornate circle or a sign this lady’s Trouble?
Kalara Vadras, the main character of my story, The Uncrucified, inspired by the Exalted TTRPG. She’s a high level businesswoman, Guild Master, and lady with a score to settle.
Fashion inspiration Mollyca, Stephane Rolland, and Eli Saab.
Made with perfect pose reference from AdorkaStock.
So I’ve been art blocked for a long while. Life’s been busy and I needed a break! Who knew the silly shirt cut meme would be the thing to break me out of my block? It’s a fun excuse to put Kalara in pretty dresses! Powerful god-tier businesswomen need to have fun too, right? I’m going to share my topics one at a time till I reveal the final collection and stash these individual entries.
Fashion inspiration from Eli Saab and Sherri Hill.
For those who don’t know this character, Kalara is from The Uncrucified, my fan project inspired by the Exalted TTRPG setting.
Then I remembered to come back and share Kalara’s completed Shirt Cut Meme here! Her wardrobe and hair got an update and her Koh persona (Free Space) got a redesign to be way more sexy-badass instead of kinda nerdy, which just wouldn’t do for the Silver-Tongued Devil famed for many misadventures.
I also experimented with a new style in Procreate, which I’m digging. I’m slowly, but surely morphing The Uncrucified towards a more painterly, less line heavy style.
You can also watch a narrated timelapse of this piece here.
Man alive, has it really been since October of last year since I posted a chapter? Thanks to the extra motivation of Camp NaNoWriMo, I’m back at it again! After the losses of last chapter, Kalara searches for meaning on the slave’s path, finding it in the shine of firewands and an unexpected reunion.
The quiet chaos of grief felt like it should have consumed her, that upon arriving at yet another home in the shade of a grander lava tube, Kalara should have cried for the loss of her friends and the loss of Djali. Instead, numbness set in as Farook rode with her to her new home. Life, as it happened, seemed to continue on, ignorant of the cares of a Scrap like her. Farook introduced Kalara to her new quarters in his shaded abode, a little room barely larger than a closet with a small bed, half of the space full of scrolls and boxes. He was an appraiser in the grand scheme of House Iblan, his humble holdings luxurious enough to be shaded from the sun and furnished with woven carpets, but not near as decadent as Kalara might have imagined for someone descended from the venerable goldsmiths of Iblan.
Iblan Farook cracked his back as he stretched from their trip in the sedan chair, the aging man more past his prime than he liked to let on. “Clean up the mess tomorrow and the space is yours.” He gestured lazily to the piles of parchment. “I wasn’t expecting to win a slave. Lucky girl!” He laughed and placed a hand on her shoulder, Kalara’s green eyes flicking up to take in his beard-lined face, searching there for some clue as to whether that touch meant good or ill. Apparent kindness, she had learned, did not protect you from being sent off to the next master. Every time a new master bought her contract was a gamble of Plentimon’s dice between kind and cruel. So far she had been rolling well, too well.
Read on at the raw beta chapter here.