I have a lot of little half finished story snippets in my head and illustrated this bit last night. It comes at the tail end of a story where three ends up with a dagger made out of a soul sucking type of metal. When you kill someone with it, their soul ends up in the crystal set into the hilt and Three is discussing the prospect of giving the dagger last rites to see if they can send the souls on and untrap them.
Father Nigel Stevens is one of two priests Three goes to for spiritual advice and other religious functions. He's the younger of the two and closer, so he sees the most of her. The older priest has yet to be named and is more of an old sage type.
For some reason that Father Nigel has yet to divulge, he's chosen to call three 'Clarion' when she told him to come up with his own name for her. He's a little jumpy when she shows up as she often has really heavy questions or some cursed artifact or some other strange thing in tow. But Nigel sees it as a test of sorts and knows that were he not to take up the role, there probably would not be anyone else she could go to.
This is an inked doodle colored and touched up in Paint Tool Sai. I really like how that back window came out, even though I based it off of one of the more garish ones I'd seen at a 1970's styled church. I mostly wanted to play with colored light.
Thanks for keeping me company while I worked on it!
Father Nigel Stevens is one of two priests Three goes to for spiritual advice and other religious functions. He's the younger of the two and closer, so he sees the most of her. The older priest has yet to be named and is more of an old sage type.
For some reason that Father Nigel has yet to divulge, he's chosen to call three 'Clarion' when she told him to come up with his own name for her. He's a little jumpy when she shows up as she often has really heavy questions or some cursed artifact or some other strange thing in tow. But Nigel sees it as a test of sorts and knows that were he not to take up the role, there probably would not be anyone else she could go to.
This is an inked doodle colored and touched up in Paint Tool Sai. I really like how that back window came out, even though I based it off of one of the more garish ones I'd seen at a 1970's styled church. I mostly wanted to play with colored light.
Thanks for keeping me company while I worked on it!
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*raises all four paws* We could start a community based just on this! Anyone up for the idea of friendly, free exchanges of "how do I get from A to B" ideas, to get these fragments put together into whole stories? Clearly, it would be an honor system... and if there's no honor among honorable furs, what purpose can life have? (Thought a touch of melodrama might work there...)
Maybe take a tip from National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) -- "A" asks for help, sets up idea, etc. "B" through "G" offer ideas (yeah, okay, I'm going for a real flood here, just go with it for a sec). When "A" picks something, s/he makes a pledge to complete X words by Y date (2000 words in a week? NaNo was 50,000 in a month, so that's a small order), and shares the results. Even if only a very rough draft, the idea is that *something* has been moved forward. Might help make us get off the dime?
I like this idea of giving last rites to a soul-sucking dagger. Typically with evil artifacts (or at least artifacts used for evil), the means of disposal are rather aggressive or fearful in nature: exorcisms, purification rituals, elaborate and arcane means of destruction, or sealing away for unknown eons. To give last rites is a rather compassionate method. It says a lot about Three's character that she chooses this method, especially for one who is likely to be quite jaded and cynical after countless decades or centuries of life, even with the occasional memory loss.
Speaking of which, I wonder if Three's personality changes somewhat because of the loss of memories as opposed to experience. She may become cynical after a particular experience, but after that memory fades completely, I can see her softening a little as she forgets what made her feel that way.
I'm sorry that I had to miss out on the rest of the stream (work and all that), but the background turned out quite nicely. Great work on the light coming through the stained-glass window and how the colors play on the characters.
Speaking of which, I wonder if Three's personality changes somewhat because of the loss of memories as opposed to experience. She may become cynical after a particular experience, but after that memory fades completely, I can see her softening a little as she forgets what made her feel that way.
I'm sorry that I had to miss out on the rest of the stream (work and all that), but the background turned out quite nicely. Great work on the light coming through the stained-glass window and how the colors play on the characters.
A lot of her personality comes from the same things that affect our own personalities, environment. On her first visit to earth (drawn in deliberately by someone who was trying to somehow duplicate or draw out her immortality for himself. He ended up accidentally killing himself instead) she had to hide out and live on the fringes of a small German town. A retired American with a house there caught her picking through his garbage in the winter and invited her in to warm up and have a proper meal. Despite repeated warnings that if he took her in his world would probably change forever, she finally relented and came in and showed him her face. He was shocked, but not fearful or aggressive. Instead he gave her a warm place to stay and basically took her in. When asked why he quoted Matthew 25:40, "Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done unto me." He's primarily why she eventually converted to Christianity. He died of old age about ten years later.
A lot of details aren't fleshed out, but basically her web of friends on earth, although eclectic, are a compassionate and generally helpful group of people. She has always had a good heart and a respect for life, but on worlds where she's robbed constantly and spat upon, or where they sacrifice people and sell one another into slavery, she gets a teeny bit more jaded and dark. Still, she won't close her eyes and walk away if someone desperately needs her aid.
Another quirk is that some memories her brain deems 'essential' are instead shoved into instinct. Her fighting abilities are as natural to her as breathing because her brain deems them essential for survival. Because of the incident that exiled her to begin with, she has a massive maternal instinct despite having been sterilized. So if something REALLY traumatic happens to her and she forgets it, remnants of it might stay in her mind as instinct as a 'stay away from this' trigger. Almost drowning wouldn't give her an aversion to water, but being locked in a tank for a month where she has to tread water constantly or something of that magnitude probably would.
A lot of details aren't fleshed out, but basically her web of friends on earth, although eclectic, are a compassionate and generally helpful group of people. She has always had a good heart and a respect for life, but on worlds where she's robbed constantly and spat upon, or where they sacrifice people and sell one another into slavery, she gets a teeny bit more jaded and dark. Still, she won't close her eyes and walk away if someone desperately needs her aid.
Another quirk is that some memories her brain deems 'essential' are instead shoved into instinct. Her fighting abilities are as natural to her as breathing because her brain deems them essential for survival. Because of the incident that exiled her to begin with, she has a massive maternal instinct despite having been sterilized. So if something REALLY traumatic happens to her and she forgets it, remnants of it might stay in her mind as instinct as a 'stay away from this' trigger. Almost drowning wouldn't give her an aversion to water, but being locked in a tank for a month where she has to tread water constantly or something of that magnitude probably would.
If you'd like an interesting take on the traditional Irish priest, look no further than Ray Bradbury. He loves Ireland and Irish priests, and his stories about them both are not to be missed. For a Christmas story, look to "Bless Me, Father, For I Have Sinned." I performed a reading of it one year, long ago, and sent it Bradbury, who sent back a note exclaiming his appreciation and admiration. I treasure that letter!
I bring up the idea just to give you yet more appreciation of a topic which (I suspect) you already appreciate.
I bring up the idea just to give you yet more appreciation of a topic which (I suspect) you already appreciate.
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