Canon of Beauty

Walled City of Dormor

In the walled city of Dormor there is but one ruler, a Queen. This Queen had a daughter. This daughter was the world to the Queen. She promised her daughter that she would know no evil, no pain. She would not have to want or worry. She wouldn’t know what sickness or old age was. That extreme poverty existed for the lower classes; that, in fact, these lower classes were made up of primarily men. See, in the walled city men are not equal to women. The highest place they knew was as the Queen’s concubine. Any free man lived in suffering.

             The Queen’s daughter, named Acholate, was distracted at every turn by something beautiful, exciting and safe. She was given the best of things: clothes, horses, baubles, polished mirrors and other such trinkets a little girl might want. As Acholate grew older, the Queen found it harder to distract her daughter.  Books, tutors, dancers, art, more clothing and baubles were heaped upon the growing young woman. When Acholate was of age, the Queen gifted the daughter her first concubine in hopes it would distract the daughter longer. The daughter was given anything a girl might want for, however Acholate knew very little of what went on outside the palace walls. Simple things no longer held her interest now nearing the age of twenty. The Queen’s quest to hold her daughter ignorant of ugly truths was bound to fail.

            Finally, the daughter’s twentieth birthday arrived and the only thing she wanted, Acholate told the Queen, was to see the world outside the walled palace itself. First, the daughter only went a little ways outside the gate. Nobles and merchants occupied the homes nearest the palace. Acholate began to venture further as her curiosity grew. Houses became more decrepit, as did the people. Spaces between houses and town squares disappeared. Old, wrinkled men and women leaned against doorways, curious at the woman in royal garb. People watched from shuttered homes or as they milled about their hard lives. Coughs, runny noses and other signs of sickness frightened the daughter. One day the rancid stench of death even caught her nose. The outside world frightened the daughter. The suffering was nothing she had ever known.

            Acholate retreated into her palace rooms for days. She would receive no visitors as she pondered on what she witnessed. Why should she, one person, live in such luxury while so many others lived in crowded, unclean quarters? She questioned herself. Why were women the only ones who held status? Acholate recalled the frightened looks of the poor when they saw her. As if it was a surprise a noble dared a look in their direction. To live in such poverty, Acholate thought, was terrible. How could her mother ignore such a thing?

            Acholate continued her pondering for days, weeks and even months. Acholate was no longer the Queen’s daughter. The outside world needed help. Instead of turning her head away like the Queen, Acholate was determined to make a difference.

Character Biography:

Name: Acholate

Birthplace: Dormor

Age: 20

Statues: Princess

Physical:

Body:

  • Height: 6’2” (9 heads)
  • Body Type: Tall, slim athletic with slight curves
  • Skin Tone: Tan
  • Hair: Bald (shaved)
  • Eye Color: Gold
  • Nose: Short and round
  • Ears: Gauged with golden earrings
  • Lips: Full; naturally dark

Culture Fashion:

  • Colors: Bright, generally solid bold colors (the more youthful, the brighter)
  • Clothes:
    • Under Clothes:
      • Skirt and shirt (long or short sleeve) combo
      • Simple under dress of long length
  • Over clothes:
    • Scarf like drapery
    • A long, thick length of cloth that wraps around the body
  • Shoes:
    • Usually barefoot; unembellished sandals can be worn

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Considering the fact my characters are generally short, curvy with long hair, I wanted to attempt something drastically different with this canon. I took inspiration from a few places in deciding upon the culture and appearance of my character. The height of nine heads comes from the exaggeration of drawings in fashion magazines. A tall, slender character was what I aimed for. For the clothing, I looked at photos of traditional Indian saris. The cultural clothing I felt suited the culture I had in mind for my story.

Through the colors I chose, bold, bright and solid, I decided that a flat aesthetic was best. The lines I chose, with their weight, accented said colors. Any shading, I believe, would take away from the simplicity. I aimed for the interaction between line and simple colors to be the focus, not a complicated piece. The lines themselves are brush strokes and are interesting to look at because of the variation of thickness. The brush stroke quality highlights the cultural feel to my character.

Through drawing this character and spending time on developing her I believe I have expanded my ability at a concentrated character creation. I used to have so many thing I would want in a character and I would be unable to create anything concrete. My characters would either be too over-embellished where it was unwanted or they would even be unfinished. Besides the character creation, however, the canon of beauty associated with her brought up many different culture settings and ideas. A whole story evolved around one character and just a few sketches. I feel that I could take my character and expand further on her story and beyond, perhaps even creating other characters for my world.

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