Drawing Faziel today.
I’ve been struggling with this one ’cause I don’t think I’ve managed to capture his essence well enough. Faziel’s an integral character in the book, a fearless semi-god gatekeeper suffering from hero complex, he makes Haisma’s journey both delightful and excruciating. He’s supposed to be this massive androgynous boy who keeps his youth by leeching on other people’s years. Charming creature indeed, ha.
Not sure if I’ve captured him well enough. Maybe I’ll come back to him later, it’s almost 2am now and I’m seeing stars, lol. Anyway, this is the scene when Haisma first meets him in the book. Isaia did the beautiful background for me as always.
Excerpt from the book:
At full height, Faziel De Garxia was massive, towering over a head taller than me. His olive skin held that deep lustrous tinge of a divine born, almost like metal though seeming as supple as flesh should be. His violet eyes came alight as he stared at me, brighter now he was out in sunlight. He seemed as fascinated with me as I was him, though perhaps for different reasons.
In the full regalia of his caste, De Garxia was nothing short of impressive: a silver breastplate covered his chest like a mirrored screen. Sickles hung grandly off his belt, star-studded hilts and naked half-moon blades.
He stretched his arms as though flexing out his sleep. “You don’t look like someone with an adventure streak,” he said. “What’s your deal?”
I had no idea what someone with an adventure streak would look like, but I hoped my desperation did not show. “I need you to take me to Dreamland.”
He tilted his head. “That far, eh? On what business?”
“My… business may not suit your principles.”
A grin split across his face. “My principles happen to be malleable, girl, depending on the situation. Let’s hear it.”
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