I really hate living in Michigan. Seriously. It was in the 90s last week. I wake up this morning and its FUCKING SNOWING! I hate snow. I can’t stand it. Seriously, when’s summer going to be here? 😡
In other news, I has a few pics to post cuz I’ve been to lazy to post before:
Model: Anya Bennett
In this assignment, we had to show our model as a super hero. I went a more dark direction then the other contestants. But it paid off! I won this assignment!
A freakshow made in a mad scientist’s laboratory, Dolly escaped and swore to herself that she wouldn’t stand for women being mistreated by men. All night she roamed the city looking for women in distress and used her ugly body to scare them into submission before killing them. She became known by the women of the city as Daredevil Dolly, someone not afraid to take on the evil men in the city.
In this assignment we had to show our model in their dream profession. I chose Astronaut! >.<
Ever since she was a little girl, Anya had dreams of being an Astronaut. The weightless feeling of space, the beauty of the stars…it enough to entice anyone. Of course, fixing satellites is an important part of the job too!
In this assignment, we had to choose a Disney Princess. I chose Belle. This is definitely NOT my best. The hair was all wrong and I couldn’t get her head sized right. even though I got docked points because I just used the shoulders of my model, it still took like 5 photos to get the shoulders to look like the do in the final product.
Anya had always been fascinated by Belle. The one princess who looked past the outer beauty to find the inner beauty within the Beast.
This assignment was definitely my favorite of the ones we’ve done so far. We had to make our model into a mermaid! ^_^ This was also my first time using the new Pose Player. I won this assignment!
Hidden in the caves of the Western Ocean, there is a magical place. This is where Anya lives as a mermaid. Her only power is her beauty, which she uses to ensnare the men out fishing.
Dark Shadowz: Cycle 4 – Dark Faerie Edition
Model: Carleigh Kepler
In this assignment, we had to show our model’s home world. I went all out on the story, but faltered on the photo. Which is odd, since I wrote the story after I did the photo…
We are the Faeries that live in the Southern Durmízt Woods in the land of Gläesmorí. We are the clan Ilvash, shunned by our counterparts, the clan Ellinas, in the Northern Aeon Forest. When Gläesmorí was first formed, the two clans were one. But rifts soon began to develop between our race. A new religion started among them. They worshiped a new God called ****. The new rituals that were started to being honor to ****, scared the Council of Elders. The sacrifices forced the elders to take action. The small group of Faeries were banished from the Aeon forest, told never to return. Overjoyed with their newfound freedom, they moved south and started a new clan. They called themselves the Ilvash.
Years went by. The sacrifices of The Ilvash turned their once green wings to red. I was born of the 3rd generation after the Great Split. I grew up knowing the traditional rituals and learnings of my clan. So when the time came for me to get my wings in my 18th year, we all thought I would receive red wings like my friends and family before me. On the night of the full moon in my birth month, we had the traditional aging ceremony. When my wings burst forth, everyone was astonished to see, not red, not even green, wings. Mine were a pale blue. Silence rang through the forest. We had no idea what it meant. No one knew that I would be put on a journey that would change the world of Gläesmorí.
This assignment was about our model’s favorite color. I didn’t really know what to do here, so I just went with the fact that her different colored wings were now her favorite color…unoriginal, i know.
Blue. My wings were blue. I was a freak in my clan. What would people say when I walked by? There’s no way to hide them, everyone will see. When everyone at the party got over their shock, cries rang out from the clearing, “What is she?!” “She’s a spy!” “Kill her!” One voice rang out above the others, that of my father. He told people that I was just as much a part of their people as he was. A person’s wings did not dictate the type of person they are. The crowd quieted and dispersed. I sank to my knees. How would I be able to live? No one was going to accept me as an apprentice with my different colored wings. How could I prove to the clan that I wasn’t the enemy? How can you prove something that you didn’t even know for sure yourself to be true? Suddenly, an idea came to me. I got back to my feet and sought out a certain man. When I found him, he showed no surprise to my wings. Gossip travels faster than the speed of light. I told him what I required and he agreed.
A week passed since my aging ceremony as I made my way back to the man’s hut. This man was the armor and weapon specialist in our clan. When I arrived, he pulled out my specially made fighting raiment. Instead of the traditional red dye, I had him use blue. I stepped into the hut and quickly changed. The blue in the outfit matched my wings. If I couldn’t hide my wings, I would embrace them and show the rest of my clan that I was someone special. I walked out of the hut, said thank you to the specialist, and made my way to the chief. I was going to join the army.
That’s all for now! ^_^