Lady Of The Sea . Swipe To See Different Versions . ITS FINALLY DONE! The Months Old Sketch Has Finally

Lady of the Sea . Swipe to see different versions . ITS FINALLY DONE! The months old sketch has finally evolved into a full fledged drawing. The first full drawing I’ve posted in months. . The character is obviously Lucette(again). The mini story I have in my head is this is Siren!Lucette in human to trick a sailor to try to rescue her so she could eat him. 🤷🏾‍♀️A siren gotta do what a siren gotta do. I’m so happy with this and hope you all like it just as much! Timelapses and stuff coming soon since procreate flipped them 🙄 . #digitalart #digitalartist #procreate #procreateart #procreatart #procreateartist #ipadpro #ipadproart #ipadprocreate #applepencil #applepencilart #digitalpaintings #digitalillustration #artistsoninstagram #artistsofinstagram #blackgirlart #blackgirlartist #sassyprincesslucette #originalcharacter https://www.instagram.com/p/B1xALFsgE2t/?igshid=1j90kgr7ss4ss

Edit: New Nicknames Lucian: White Labrador Gotthard: Iguana Tyraemon: Spoop

New nicknames

@sanctus-chevalier This is what I’m calling your characters for now on, no execeptions, no arguments

Leeroy- Ice King Arcturus- last brain cell Kasimir- Golden Retriever Velstadt- Unknowing Husband (you know exactly what I’m talking about) Gotthard- Bitter Boi Maldron- Shitty puns Luca-Manlet or Second in Chihuahua

Did I forget anybody? I don’t think I did. That’s all, thank you for coming to my TED talk.

Curious Kitten

Starter for @shulvapaladin Velstadt

Half lidded blue eyes stared down at her lazily swinging legs. Princess Lucette of Valencia was bored. Very very bored. Her family and her all came together to this kingdom because her Uncle wanted to ally with King Leeroy. She thought it would be fun like some of the other times but no, she was wrong. It was another boring meeting with a lot of adults talking and nodding. 

‘At least the King is nice.’ She thought optimistically, glancing up to look at the blond king in the pretty armor. When her turn had come to greet him when they entered the gates, she had dropped down into the curtsy Queen taught her, only for her foot to slip in the snow. With her long dress and heavy furs, no one behind would’ve seen it but anyone in front of her would have.

Her cheeks puffed up and she felt embarrassment sting her along with the tears beginning to well up in her eyes. But she was stubborn and refused to cry in front of everyone, swallowing her embarrassment and continued as if nothing had happened. She thought he would have teased her or completely ignore it but instead, surprising her, he smiled down at her and gave her a deep bow in return.

“A Queen already, this little one. I sense that the future of Valencia is good hands.” He had said, smiling at her and her uncle. She was shocked but then beamed at him in return, being able to feel her family’s pride from there.

Now, she was bored of sitting in the hard chair and eating the strange food given to her. She wanted to go outside and play.

Lucette was in the middle of making a snow man when she spotted an abnormally large man walking by in pretty golden armor like the King’s. He was carrying a...well, she actually didn’t what it was. 

“It looks like a big bell.” She thought out loud, tilting her head like a curious cat. The giant looked nice,  so maybe she can talk to him!

Excited, the little girl sat down the snow man’s head and toddled her way out the snow, running over to the giant golden man with the weird bell thing.

“Hello.” She chirped, tilting her head back to properly see his face. Well, she thinks that’s where his face is. His helmet casts a dark shadow over it.

Curious Kitten

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Waiting for a lull in the conversation, Lucette then turned to her uncle.

“Uncle Kane, can I go outside? Pleaaaaaaassseee?” She begged, giving him the kitten eyes.

“Once today’s meeting is over. You are supposed to be learning.” He replied, giving her a stern look, making her duck her head in shame.

“I am. I’m just bored.”

“Just a while longer, Lucette. Then you can play to your heart’s content until we retire to our rooms.” He placated, smoothing down her curls. She frowned but nodded her head anyway, leaning back in her chair with a heavy sigh. As the meeting continued on, it took everything in her not to fidget around. Finally, she could take no more. She had to get out of here.

“Uncle, can I use the bathroom?” She whispered, tugging softly at his sleeve. Receiving a barely noticeable nod, she hopped out of her chair and hurried out the door. When she turned around to close it, she saw the King glance at her before going back to her Uncle, the slightest hint of a smirk on his lips. Something told her that he knew she wasn’t going to the bathroom.

She stealthily, as much as can be expected of a child, sneaked out of the castle into the courtyard, giggles of excitement escaping her. Free at last!

Finding a good space away from sight filled with pure untouched snow, she hopped in, laughing gleefully as she made snow angels.

The knight was deep in his own thoughts by the time he shuffled his way back into the great palace.

Drangleic was in ruins, their king was dead and a false queen sits upon the throne that used to belong to Vendrick. Velstadt shuddered: they came so close to losing their lives, if Syan had not intervened and sent them here.

The Knight King’s generosity was a gift he could never repay. Not when he, they had so little to offer and he gave all but everything they could have needed without asking anything in return. Gods far above, even now he could feel his pride twitch a little -

Passing by the courtyard, the Knight paused at the sound of a little girl’s voice. Ah, that was right, the King had visitors today from another realm.

Siren Pyromancer Trio

Lucette, Cassandra, and Maria would make the the best trio of sirens. 

Lucette would be the one from mythology incarnated. With eyes the color of icebergs and lips that look as soft as rose petals, she is the picture of sweet temptation. Her voice would sweet and smooth, one that floated on the cool sea breeze to caress a sailor’s ears, whispering sweet promises of the comforts of home or the warm arms of a loving partner.

However, as soon as a bewitched sailor swims his way to her rock that she has deemed her throne, her cold eyes that they had once found alluring now stabbed their hearts with fear, the siren letting her magic fading away just enough for them to realize their foolishness before revealing the true darkness that lies underneath and stealing him away into the dark sea below.

Cassandra would be as if storms themselves were a person. With eyes the color of fire and a tail colored with the dark blue gray of storm clouds, it is no wonder people that live within her territory worship her as a sea goddess. A voice as deep and rumbling as thunder, it commands the winds to carry it to the ears of naive sailors, wrapping their minds in chains unbreakable. Her song sung of powerful authority, of easy subjugation, bending and breaking their will as if it were brittle glass. 

As the victim’s body brings itself to her rocky throne, they only get a glimpse into the dark figure looming over them with glowing eyes before the churning waves drag him under.

Maria is little mermaid, basically. She’s the playful siren who watches children play on the shore and makes sure they don’t drown in the water or keeps dangerous predators away from them. She’s the high, childish voice that brings joy to people and inspires them to hum their age old favorites. The breeze tickles children’s hair with her song, carrying with it the scent of orange blossoms.

Whenever her bright sunshine yellow tail is seen, the people living nearby and the sailors see it as a sign of good luck from the sea goddess’ . Which is not really a lie, for if Maria asks Cassandra to protect a ship or to leave the sailors alone, Cassandra will, be exasperated but will do it because it makes Maria happy. She prefers not to kill innocent people for her food, so what the villages do is sacrifice the worst criminal that has done a heinous deed to her.

It is then that the other side of her is seen. The one that earns the name siren. Her voice turns dark and low, forcing the criminal’s body to fall off the cliff to her while keeping them aware of what was happening. Bringing them to kneel before her, she forces them to break both of their legs before pulling them to their death beneath the sea.

So since Ulysses and the rest are yours, does that mean we can rp and ask them stuff now?

Yup, absolutely! It makes for good practice writing them and it would help you learn more about them.