I am interested in commissioning a fun portrait to commemorate a Mayaween chess game
between Herenicus (dressed as Lord Scartan) and Santar (dressed as TBA). What follows is some baseline information for the artists. 50
and 250 credits
will be awarded to the accepted bidder. Good-faith amateur attempts posted to this thread will receive a credit reward, too. Have a fun and happy Mayaween!
Herenicus is a human, possessed of a tall frame and broad shoulders. His strait, dark hair is roughly parted and pushed away from the pale blue eyes set above his aquiline features. His last shave has since yielded to a careless shadow over the lower half of his face. A lean musculature and pale skin suggests membership in the leisure class, an intimation seemingly confirmed by the richness of his attire. A faint lattice of thin scars traverses the back of his hands, disappearing into either sleeve. When he speaks, his voice carries in a practiced baritone.
He is wearing:
a Sartan costume, and
a pirate's hat with a comically large plume
A searing heat radiates from this costume, which is fabricated from charcoal-hued leather so supple it fits like a second skin, with a similar appearance. Fiery red and orange embroidery snakes over the arms and chest of the costume like blazing veins, while breeches of midnight leather and reddened steel greaves cover the legs. As a final touch to this guise of the Malevolent One, gloves of stiffened rawhide elongate the hands, transforming them into monstrous claws.
Slightly oversized, this fun pirate hat is fantastically foppish. Conjuring images of swashbuckling on the high seas, the relaxed, felted garment smells faintly of salty ocean water and rum. Attached to the side of the hat is a comically large plume dyed an alluring shade of stormy blue.
Santar is a human and stands at just over six feet tall, displaying a strikingly dominant stance. Dark, blonde hair covers his head, fairly short and tousled messily. It falls to frame a chiselled, angular face that bears a perpetually serious expression. Light blue eyes project a calm confidence, his deep stare forever lost in thought. Beneath a well defined and rigid jawline, his thickly muscled neck leads down to his collar, the darkly tanned skin broken by a savage scar, strewn down in a jagged path from beneath his right ear to the base of his neck. Broad shoulders arc to frame his large, muscular arms and taut upper body. His powerful hands are coarse and weathered, matching his rough and worn complexion. Drawn tight and lean, his body ripples with deeply defined musculature, every inch of his form carved to perfection.
He is wearing:
a snifter of corsair cognac
This vessel is a modified snifter, with a wide, round bottom and narrow rim. The exterior of the glass is painted an opaque, shimmering golden colour, and is only a shade or two different in hue than the liquid held within. Semi-translucent and syrupy, tiny golden flecks float in the pale yellow liquor held inside the snifter, catching and reflecting even the subtlest light in all directions.
It has 2 months of usefulness left.
It weighs 6 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Kammie, a lean bartender (a denizen).
Cognac sloshes about in it.
Patio behind the Brass Lantern Inn.
The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. Forming the perimeter of this outdoor patio, a simple white-painted wooden fence stands approximately two feet in height, bordering the view to the south, east, and west. A number of diversely constructed tables occupy the immediate area and are arranged according to no particular pattern, positioned instead to make the best use of the space available. At each of the four corner posts, a large, deep wooden pot overflows with low-lying, spreading pale purple and pink flowers, the spaces between them infused with a multitude of vibrant, tiny green leaves. Underfoot, rectangular granite paving stones lie interlocked in a circular pattern, yielding finally to a pale, white-washed stone fountain rising from the middle of the courtyard. A beautifully carved chessboard is attached firmly to a heavy stand here.