Monday, March 6, 2017

Re-Styled Wren!

Today I finally got the courage to modify my Dal Lyla, whom I have called both Wren, and Savannah. My first impression of her was that she would be a bratty spoiled ghost-girl with a stormy temper. I rewigged her into a hair style that was really similar to her stock wig, but with cute ringlets at the front. Here's how she looked: The more I worked with her, the more it seemed that the name "Wren" suited her more, and a different character started to emerge.
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Wren/Savannah before her update
So I thought I'd make her a bit more creepy, and decided to change out her eyechips, maybe to grey and white. I made some grey and white eye chips, as well as a few other options:
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Trying on these green eyes (over her current eye chips)


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Trying on yellow chips
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these are the ones I made with Copic markers
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Looking better already with her extra lashes!
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I was pleased that they looked so great, despite some imperfections in the chips
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For once I didn't forget to attach her body
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I gave her this fabulous fur wig
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“The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.” 
― Philip K. DickVALIS
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“We're all of us haunted and haunting.” 
― Chuck PalahniukLullaby
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This is where I spent an hour of my morning
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“To be haunted is to glimpse a truth that might best be hidden.”
― James HerbertHaunted
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“Ghosts could walk freely tonight, without fear of the disbelief of men; for this night was haunted, and it would be an insensitive man who did not know it.” 
― John SteinbeckTortilla Flat
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“It was haunted; but real hauntings have nothing to do with ghosts finally; they have to do with the menace of memory.” 
― Anne RiceThe Queen of the Damned


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“There is a child - a baby - who long since kicked off her blankets. Her skin is ashen and her mouth open in a perpetual yet silent scream. She isn't old enough to roll over, to sit up, to climb. So she lies there kicking her fat legs against the footboard of the crib, eternally calling for her mother. For food. For flesh.”
― Carrie RyanThe Forest of Hands and Teeth