This is my entry for @Artinqq 's DTA Press space for next costume! ___________________ The colors got altered a bit after I scanned it. The hair, irl looks a lot more purple, and the stripes look more pinky. ___________________________ 1. Sketches, this was the page of experimentation! Getting used to drawing her, swatching out appropriate colors, and so on. Sketch on the left was the first, colored sketch was second, and half-finished-sort-of-lined-terrible-sketch was the final one. 2. The final piece! The left is the image she projects, the right is how she looks in the underworld. OMG I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT THAT TINY BLUE HEART IN THE FINAL-Okay, you know what? The tiny heart is hidden by her hair strand. _________________ All art by me Coding by me Music from Scratch library Drawn using a mechanical pencil, erasable Crayola colored pencils, and my Ohuhu alcohol markers. Paper is the Bachmore Mixed Media paper I got off Amazon.
Bio: Quote that relates: "The worst kind of pain is when you're smiling just to stop the tears from falling". Name: Amaris Nickname: Mari Age: 12 Gender: Female Sexuality: Hetrosexual Species: Part Demon, part Human Likes: dark clothing, the color black, dark chocolate, chocolate ice cream, ghosts and the afterlife, having friends Dislikes: Pink, pastels, candy except for chocolate, kittens, being different, hurting people Flaws: Insecure and unstable, hiding who she really is to be loved Personality: Happy and peppy at first sight, kind of introverted (due to her having low self esteem), but is actually kind of dark. She’s shy and likes the idea of ghosts and the afterlife. She’s insecure, has low self esteem, and unsure of herself. Backstory: Amaris was the 5th born out of eight children, all of them girls. The two eldest were twins. The third-born was not a twin or triplet, or quadruplet, or quintuplet, or etc. The fourth born was the same as the third. Amaris, the 5th, was the same as the two girls who came before her. The last 3 children were triplets. She always felt different. All of her sisters liked pink, dresses, and barbie dolls. Amaris liked black, sweaters, and voodoo dolls. And she was OBSESSED with the afterlife. Her mom told her that it was fine that she was different from her sisters. “Individuality,” she said, “Is a gift.” Amaris didn’t believe her. As Amaris grew older, she changed herself. She started wearing pinks and purples, and even dyed her hair pinky lavender. She started acting happy all the time, threw her voodoo dolls in the trash, and hid all her books on the afterlife. She started collecting barbie dolls. Her single mom started getting worried. Amaris’ continuous happiness left her feeling...well...disturbed. But she berated herself. Amaris was happy. That was good. Besides, she had seven other children to care for, and she didn’t have time to worry about things that were so obviously fine. So, Amaris’ mother forgot her doubts, and embraced the new Amaris happily. Amaris on the other hand, was slipping. She had slipped back into the old habit of collecting voodoo dolls, although she hid them under her bed. She felt urges to get out her old black jacket that she had stuffed at the back of her closet, and her “always happy, never sad” facade was breaking. She found herself crying more in her alone time. No one ever heard her. Her sisters with their loud music and constant giggling made sure of that. But Amaris felt like a pile of wet socks. Damp and ugly and sad. On her twelfth birthday everything changed. Her mother had ordered strawberry, which Amaris had told her was her favorite flavor. It was also the favorite flavor of her 7 sisters. Amaris actually liked dark chocolate, but she didn't tell anyone that. It took all her willpower to stop from cringing when she took her first bite. Then she had one of those weird little urges that had been troubling her. She felt herself wish that the strawberry was chocolate. Suddenly, the cake changed on her tongue. It tasted like..like chocolate! No one else’s cake seemed to have changed, so Amaris happily finished 5 slices before everyone got up to get the presents. Amaris’ first gift was from her eldest sisters. It was a Barbie. Amaris hid a grimace and pretended she loved the doll. She put it back in the gift bag, wishing it was a voodoo doll instead. It happened again! The doll changed, and Amaris’ eyes widened. The rest of her gifts changed to Amaris’ liking as well. She went to sleep contented with the day. After a few hours dreaming in her bed, she was awakened by a sound at the window. Looking up, she saw what looked like an ugly little man with devil wings on her windowsill. She stifled a scream, and stared at the strange little creature. It noticed her watching him, and he gasped in surprise. Then he knelt down on the windowsill and bowed his head. “All hail the Princess, the Princess of the Underworld.” Right, so basically Amaris was ACTUALLY the daughter of the King demon of the Underworld and a mortal woman. Her "mom"'s memory was altered so that Amaris could be protected until her powers began to show. Amaris embraces her new role as a princess in the UnderWorld, until she learns that she has to hurt people as part of the job. Then a bunch of stuff happens, and at the end, Amaris becomes a demon that helps people instead of hurting and killing them.
