Evannie Grimm, renowned hero for her chaotic acts of nobility during the events preceding the Shattering. Her father was an Incynai (Fire elementalist) and her mother was a Negative Naiad (Ice elmentalist). Elementalist bloodlines work in the same way as the elemental tiers, and Fire + Ice = Lightning storm. Evannie was quite the force to be reckoned with. (For Pure Elementalists, being of mixed blood can be considered a gift. Evannie was not exiled or an illegal child.)
Evannie is something of a legend, now. Some people don’t believe she existed at all, because she hasn’t been heard from for almost fifty years. For the year or so before the Shattering, when land was being destroyed left and right and natural disasters became the norm, she did what she could around Ivet to stop storms and/or get people away to safety. What she could do turned out to be quite a lot, many Ivetyans owe their lives to her.
The prevailing theory is that she drowned when Ivet broke away, and this idea was reinforced when her spear, with the purple scarf and the dead vines, was found in the ocean halfway between the Isles and Thorne. Liae can’t figure how people believe that, though- Evannie was half naiad. Shecouldn’tdrown.
Liae wants to believe that it was a setup so Evannie could slip away quietly and live on her own for the rest of her days, not have the keep up with the hero thing.
And no I am not happy with this pic.
Once the guards eventually stopped chasing them after Naga joined up, and they made it out past the woods and stopped to camp for the night. Naga did the smart thing and tried to start a fire so they could cook something and not freeze to death in the middle of the night.
Liae’s fear of fire is more debilitating that her lack of skill on combat. So instead, they ate a cold dinner and nearly froze.
Doodle, 45 minutes.
L-R: Liae (grumping), Clayrissa (just found out why Runner and Liae make good partners in crime), Runner (probably about to find out how sharp that rapier is), Naga (mocking Orinla), Orinla (being mocked), Moner (first appearance yay!) & Meiliana (both wondering how they got stuck travelling with a bunch of loonies who can’t get along.).
Tear Down the Wall - Demons and Wizards
Implings, legend has it, are cursed faeries. “Legend” because none of their histories have ever been passed down- They can’t speak and are believed to be insane or unintelligent. They’re usually nomadic. Occasionally they’re caught and kept as pets.
It’s unknown whether “cursed faeries” means they wereoriginallycursed fey and they evolved into their own race, or if they really are cursed individuals. The latter seems more likely, because no one can figure out how they might have survived this long as a race.
Aaaand I know you can’t tell when I draw them, but fey range from six inches to one foot high.
(Early-morning doodle, an hour or so. I had a lot of fun warping the anatomy a little more on each pass. XD;;)
“…And then she drew Jace standing on the roof, looking down at the ten-story drop below. Not afraid, but as if the fall challenged him-As if there were no empty space he could not fill with his in his own invincibility. As in her dream, she drew him with wings that curved out behind his shoulders in an arc like the wings of the angel statue in the Bone City.”
City of Bones, pg 301.
I didn’t manage to follow it exactly, but the first time I read that part of the book I decidedI need to draw that, and I have tried to draw it so many times since then. Then I forgot about it for a while. Then, reading City of Lost Souls, with Jace and Sebastian repeatedly represented as angels in Clary’s dreams… >.<
I’m not 100% okay with this, but at least I got my point across.
I spent a lot more time on this than I would normally allow for a sketch because I didn’t want to colour it. As far as I know, Clary never coloured it, either.
I had a little too much fun with the Marks. I added a few in there that Jace should not have had at that point in time. >.> But Shadowhunter dreams are oddly prophetic, so who knows.
Uploading this here at half size. Tumblr pitched a fit over the big one.
The little thief was careless enough to mention so around Naga, who demonstrated. This doesn’t answer the question of whether she earned the title or not, but now everyone’s totally fine calling her whatever she wants as long and no one gets blown up.
The fireball landed/exploded right in front of Naga, set half the forest alight before everyone else could stop it, and the Master Pyromancer herself walked off unscathed.
Originally a doodle this morning, then quick colours to practice fire/force myself to use colours I hate/get back into the habit of colouring stuff. This entire picture looks so bad. XD
Doing a face from that angle isn’t too hard, but doing the face of a previously established character from that angle was. I don’t think I did too well keeping her facial features.
And her skin is supposed to be light grey. The lighting screwed it up. -_-
