Princess Sapphire (From The Fire Princess)

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Hey guys, this is the most recent sketch of my second (or third) main character from the novel i am writing. She is the sun child of the third age and some of you may possibly be familiar with her if you've gotten round to reading the 'lengthy' first chapter of mine.

her crown and ring are nyshiniak items, golden jewels forged from the sun stone in the late first age. her dress has the swirls, spirals and 'sun reaches' from the Nyshuhrian flag of which Sapphire is the heir to. the 'sun reaches' represent how the sun reached down from the sky in a storm within a red dawn and brought upon the world the stone of unlimited (spiralling) power.

colours:
her hair would be ginger/amber as she is a sun child and all are born with such. her skin is pale, her eyes are blue except from when she is utilising her sun child abilities and they turn orange. her dress is of red colour with the patterns in gold.
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Last edited by TheSunChildren on Tue Mar 20, 2012 6:43 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Not many remember how life there began, in the lands amidst surrounding walls of stone and pools of deep darkness, but whilst they forget the secrets of the past, they begin to riddle the future with their growing lust for knowledge, greatness and power.




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Wow, that's really good. You're a great drawer, keep doing :D
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Ah thank you :) i've been eager to get this picture out to a wider audience for some time as for me it embodies everything about this character that i wanted to create.
Not many remember how life there began, in the lands amidst surrounding walls of stone and pools of deep darkness, but whilst they forget the secrets of the past, they begin to riddle the future with their growing lust for knowledge, greatness and power.



It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien