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| A Stellatine in feminine form. Pictures Mangled By: Me |
Pictures Mangled
by Me: Any picture with this in its caption means it is a collage
I made using 19th and early 20th century illustrations. All these
illustrations are public domain, meaning I didn't rob anyone by using
these pictures for my own gains.
Author's Note:
This is a partial fluff write
up for a perspective race called the Stellatine. The crunch will
follow tomorrow or the day after.
Beneath the City is
void, and darkness covers its depths. And the spirit of the City
moved over the abyss, casting its image upon it. From the reflection
came the spirit of the Stellatine, from the void and darkness came their
physicality. (Ad Initio 1: 2 – 3)
Beings of darkness
and starlight glimmers, protean bodies shifting to fit new
identities, personalities as luminescent as the light that breaks the
darkness of their bodies. Humanoid in form, the color of their skin
being quintessential night, naturally androgynous unless they will a
change upon themselves.
They are the
Stellatine, the darkness of their skin broken by points of prismatic
light. Stellatine forms are mutable, constructing from their own
light, features and even 'appendages' to fit their own identity.
Blank faces morphing to have neon features, creating identities out
of light.
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| A Stellatine in more masculine form. Pictures Mangled By: Me |
The Stellatine have
a demeanor as bright as the light that forms their many faces, never
at a loss for a reason to experience all that life might have to
offer. Despite their current liveliness, they were once the dour
caretakers of the Infinite City, moving from neighborhood to
neighborhood enveloped in dark cloaks. At the end of the Storyteller
Wars they changed, somehow freed from a weight that kept them
subdued.
Claiming that their
god and creator, the City itself, had freed them from their toil to
live the lives they were denied due to their service. In being
emancipated from their service the Engineer Kraken and Labor Nautilus
arrived through the city gates to take their place. When asked, the
Stellatine will reply that they do not know the purpose of their new
found freedom, though there are some that doubt the truthfulness of
their claim.
They are the
founders of a city wide holiday, ostensibly to celebrate the end of
the Storyteller Wars, though it seems to have been founded to simply
celebrate the beauty of life. Called Light's Celebration, the
Stellatine come together to wreath the city in lights, outlining
every building and street in prismatic light.
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| A man in festival attire. Art By: Leon Brakst |
During the festival
men and women dress in as little as possible, this being one day that
propriety is thrown to the wayside, painting themselves with makeup
made of light itself. Horded during the rest of the year, the
Stellatine freely hand out these luminous pigments for men and women
to paint themselves, with true artists of the medium turning people
into idealized forms of themselves for a few hours. At the setting of
the sun until its next rise, the city becomes a carnival that can
range from innocent entertainments to neighborhood wide acts of
carnal pageantry.
In the city, the
cobbled streets are smoothed to lanes of velvet night. Broken bits of
glass, scattered in the destruction of castoff bottles, become
pinpoints of starlight in the shifting festival lanterns. People,
dressed in bright and varied colors move up and down the under-lit
sidewalks. The cloth they wear becoming light itself, luminous makeup
smoothing skin and sharpening features, leaving tracers in the wake
of their passing. Everyone on these streets are made into Nagel
portraits for this night, perfect in lanterns' glow. In dawn's glow
people stumble home, their painted fading in morning's light, some
abandoning temporary lovers, others propped upon one another to sleep
off the headaches that are soon to follow.
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| A woman in festival attire. Art By: Leon Brakst |
On the other nights
of the year, the Stellatine fill the pubs, clubs, and theaters,
filling them with the light of their bodies and personalities. The Stellatine always dress as if Light's Celebration is a daily occurrence, exposing as much of their starlight-skin as possible.
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