Post by Sindaiin on Oct 2, 2009 0:42:58 GMT
I decided to edit the Silent Hill story -again... this time replacing PH with this creature which serves the same purpose, but much more adequately symbolizes the main character and her troubles. Along with the other creature I created... gotta give some credit to the stalker figure....
A giant pale man, almost white, and seven feet tall emerged. He was very muscular and his veins and nerves clearly visible. His body so stained with blood his true skin color wasn’t visible. His skin had absorbed the blood giving it a caramel tinge whilst the newer blood stains added various shades of red. On both of his shoulders was a tattoo consisting of two red concentric circles with several glyphs inside of them and a triangle centered with each edge touching a part of the innermost circle. He wore a tightly wrapped rotting beige robe resembling a butcher’s smock covered in dried and fresh blood. The robe was littered with numerous shades of red and brown. His boots were brown as well, but it was unclear if it was their original color. He looked like an executioner, but his head was no longer visible, it was covered by a rounded off opal helmet without hole for sight or for breathing. The two rounded off sides met at the center of the faceless helmet causing a division in the sides. It was polished steel. The right side was clean and oily as if it were brand new; the left side looked as though it were years old with rust spreading like a disease. The rust did not pass the line of symmetry, however. This portion, however, was merely but a mask. It wrapped around his head and cupped his ears, but left the top exposed. Ornamenting the helmet was a grainy, oily, steel crown resembling a tiara without upward protrusions. It consisted of two parts, the front brace and the back brace as they were connected by bolts. The latter half hung around his hair like a frame or bracket, two more, longer brackets of the same length trailed under it still curving inward creating a jagged half a circle in unison. The bolts on the ears and jaw and crown were symmetrical to each other on each side of the helmet. He wheezed from the inside almost as if it emitting a powerful aura of pain. His hair was more akin to tentacles or smooth dreads. They were dyed in sections with faded tones: red, white, black, yellow, blue, and gray. The colors were faded, but distinct. The source of the sound was also revealed. He dragged an enormous axe with him. It was rusted iron with dried blood ensnaring the blades themselves. It was as long as Heather was tall. The dual black iron blades were rusting and jagged the once sharp edge to the likeness of a steak knife. Only the spear-like protrusions at the top jutting out from in-between the blades and at the bottom of the handle still held their luster. He dragged it slowly as he walked. His hands though wrapped in white gloves were deformed as well. They were all partially connected to one another.
Can't tell you symbolism, it'd ruin the story, but the main character is my envisioning of Heather. Whaddya think?
A giant pale man, almost white, and seven feet tall emerged. He was very muscular and his veins and nerves clearly visible. His body so stained with blood his true skin color wasn’t visible. His skin had absorbed the blood giving it a caramel tinge whilst the newer blood stains added various shades of red. On both of his shoulders was a tattoo consisting of two red concentric circles with several glyphs inside of them and a triangle centered with each edge touching a part of the innermost circle. He wore a tightly wrapped rotting beige robe resembling a butcher’s smock covered in dried and fresh blood. The robe was littered with numerous shades of red and brown. His boots were brown as well, but it was unclear if it was their original color. He looked like an executioner, but his head was no longer visible, it was covered by a rounded off opal helmet without hole for sight or for breathing. The two rounded off sides met at the center of the faceless helmet causing a division in the sides. It was polished steel. The right side was clean and oily as if it were brand new; the left side looked as though it were years old with rust spreading like a disease. The rust did not pass the line of symmetry, however. This portion, however, was merely but a mask. It wrapped around his head and cupped his ears, but left the top exposed. Ornamenting the helmet was a grainy, oily, steel crown resembling a tiara without upward protrusions. It consisted of two parts, the front brace and the back brace as they were connected by bolts. The latter half hung around his hair like a frame or bracket, two more, longer brackets of the same length trailed under it still curving inward creating a jagged half a circle in unison. The bolts on the ears and jaw and crown were symmetrical to each other on each side of the helmet. He wheezed from the inside almost as if it emitting a powerful aura of pain. His hair was more akin to tentacles or smooth dreads. They were dyed in sections with faded tones: red, white, black, yellow, blue, and gray. The colors were faded, but distinct. The source of the sound was also revealed. He dragged an enormous axe with him. It was rusted iron with dried blood ensnaring the blades themselves. It was as long as Heather was tall. The dual black iron blades were rusting and jagged the once sharp edge to the likeness of a steak knife. Only the spear-like protrusions at the top jutting out from in-between the blades and at the bottom of the handle still held their luster. He dragged it slowly as he walked. His hands though wrapped in white gloves were deformed as well. They were all partially connected to one another.
Can't tell you symbolism, it'd ruin the story, but the main character is my envisioning of Heather. Whaddya think?