My Na'vi / Avatar Character Animi Pronounced: 'a nee me' it means "At Heart" in latin
She's a bit further in the future a bit more modern she's got some metal pieces and glowy things >> not to mention a bra! lawl xD havent came up with a solid story for her just yet :3 but i hope u like it ^^
Background is a stock image made by ickymeicon:
x.x this literally took me like 5 hours to draw and color! so many little pieces and detail! x.x this is why ive put off drawing her seriously for this long cause i knew it was gonna be a pain in the butt!
I've watched the movie recently and I've decided to model a Na'vi face. Here's how it looks right now) I'm planing to texture it and make her a proper hair (which is what will probably kill me in the process - hair and fur or hairtrix T_T)
A handful of years ago, a friend and I started the Dark Gemini project. We each created personas. Mine was Versa.
They were both twin, androgynous, white lion demons. Bodies carefully marked with symbolic black tattoos. The were born out of the darkness, like beautiful demons of light. Together they would do what demi gods do, play and create.
I've recently brought the project back from the ashes, to celebrate and carry on the memory of my soul twin.
I'll always remember you, my dear friend. [link]
ďIts part of you: this black goop that attached itself to the inside of your body, clinging next to your heart and your brain. You feel it coursing through your veins when you sit still, when you walk down the street, when you lay in bed. You can feel it slithering under your skin, like a parasite that you canít remove. It has no solid form, no color, no odor. It has many names: Anxiety. Depression. Anger. Worry. Stress. Sadness.
You can remove it, but it still clings to your body, refusing to release itís hold from itís host. As you hold it in your hands, you see that it has no solid form Ė just a black mass that reflects only your sad facial expression. It gives off a chilling touch, like holding ice for too long in your hands. It slides through your fingers and stains your clothing, like water seeping through cracks on the ceiling. You want to throw it in the trash where it belongs. You canít. it still remains attached to your chest, to your fingers. All you can do is look at it, study it, trying to figure out how to reduce the size of this slime or try to remove it from your body. You know it grows when you feed it your worries, your unsolved problems, your negative emotions, your false thoughts. Itís always hungry and you canít help but continue to feed itÖ It makes you sick, giving you aches and pains throughout your body. It keeps you awake during the night and scared during the day, thus making you continue to feed its gluttony.
Your life is like a spiderís web: one big sturdy net. The thread is strong and refuses to break against the wind. It sways back and forth like the waves on water, but remains itís shape. But too much stress and dust from issues and problems collect and stick to your web. From a pearl white, it fades to a dull grey. One solid droplet of anxiety will destroy your web, causing the threads to break and float freely. Your web slowly turns to the cracks of a broken window: jagged, sharp and painful to look at and touch. You fall with your web, having nothing to attach yourself to, allowing your worries, stress, and depression get the better of you. You can only wait until you summon the energy to remake your web, hopefully making it stronger than before. It will take time and energy. Dust will collect on your web once again, but you will try your best to keep it clean and as white as possible, not wanting to become a broken piece of glass once again.Ē
Some vent artwork. It was done on a 11 x 14 board with 0.5 pen, so it took a while to finish. Came back to it on and off whenever I was feeling down and depressed, focusing on the tiny crosshatching and detail, almost like knitting a shirt.