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— general [ref]
HAIR WINGS
from birth it becomes apparent that stella was born with one too many sets of wings, dragging down their body weight to an overall crushing proportion. as a newborn these sets of wings are nothing more than mere bumps on stella's newly birthed form, and in time grow alongside her body. these sets of wings are spread throughout her body, from her head to her toes. in addition, wings attached to stella's feet suffer a similar fate; they are flightless and over all just dead-weight attached to stella's figure as a simply mutation born out of her heavenly disposition. however, not all of her sets of wings are limited to this unfortunate fate. travelling downwards her body, wings sprout in pairs and cross paths at the base of stella's spine, large and magnificent when the child grows into an adult. golden hues intermingle with the whites and beiges of stella's body composition, like streaks found in kintsugi - barely holding the whole form together. these wings are ones capable of flight, the only wings on stella's body that are capable of flight. they are stella's pride and glory, you would be hard-pressed to find a single speck of dirt in those wings.
DIVINELY APPEARING DEMONS
albeit stella's heavenly colours intermingled with a shade of optics soothing and serene, that facial expression placed so elegantly upon stella's visage could almost make you think twice. it could make you realise that stella is not all god's creation - she is partly the devil's own. for all the beauty blessed on stella's fragile frame, the typical expression you might see yourself staring at if you were to meet the angelic hybrid, may be more flat and sinister like a demons.
— build/size/fur length
true to her roots, a perfect ragdoll build is what is clearly evident in stella - a thick coat overlaying a more slender frame underneath the oversized fluff. to say that stella took most of her genetics from the ragdoll side of her parents would be an understatement, it's practically impossible to decipher the places where in which stella is a toyger. perhaps it is only in her long and articulate tail that one can find the wild side of stella hidden away. blessed by two of her ragdoll parents once more, and by a bout of hypothyroidism, for height stella does not draw the short straw - for that would be insisting that there was even a fraction of a chance that stella would be able to grow tall. no, alike her parents stella reaches a measly twenty centimetres in adulthood. this is something that stella does not lament, for she knows full well that she is not the shortest domestic feline there has ever been. not by a long shot.
— colouring
something of her entity, although stella is unmistakably a ragdoll at heart, her colours are something unique and of her own. a palette designed by herself. starting with a base of pristine whites, stella's body is painted with beiges and creams splattered alongside her underbelly to create an ethereal aura about her. the next step the child took was to apply more of these beiges, building colour to realise a darker shade of coffee brown that dances its way around the sterile whites - tainting them never - building the most pigment in the entirety of stella's body at the center of her face where browns almost appear black they're so dark. along her wings, it's as if they are a seperate entity to the feline as a whole - something of a juxtaposition and not an accompanying figure. not as evident in stella's younger years, as feathers grow long and wings outstretch further and further, shades of creamy whites are interlaced with streaks of gold travelling down the very strands of feathers nestled within her wings. they dance their way alongside the feline's wings, reaching the dastardly tips crowned with bat-like claws - black.
— eyes + fluid
it almost doesn't become apparent that marcel even sired the child, unless you take a closer look into stella's eyes; a ghost of the image of her father's own. casting a heavenly glow around the vantablack of stella's pupil, a halo of pink creeps its way into the depths of her iris and tainting it almost pure palette. shades of violet, lavender, lilac, they're all present in the deep shades of purples locked away in stella's eyes - all intermingling to paint the picture-esque violet seas akin to a sun's glow on a late night. also a similar shade to the optics stella uses to see, the fluids flowing from within the child are also painted a purple so deep and rich in hue that it almost glows. purple rivers flowing from within the child also akin to her parent hold a taste, the child's own being something of a fruity grape; terribly sweet.
— accessories
CLOAK
spun from wool and cashmere divinely white in pigment, a cloak is almost always attached to stella’s frame like it were her lifeline – an inseparable part of her. it’s nothing too special in appearance, a solid colour with a simple box connecting the side sides of the fabric to wrap around the child’s neck, but as it is a gift stella treasures the item of clothing dearly. a physical reminder of her roots.
CROWN
found on the outskirts of barracuda bay, washed up and slightly damaged from the sea’s grips, a silver thorn crown had somehow made its way into the paws of stella. fate, that’s what the hybrid thought of the event, taking the crown home fervently to tend to its damaged parts and restoring it to its natural shine. stella believes it a gift from the gods, a sign that her journey to liberate humanity is on a path due for glory.
— general [ref]
HAIR WINGS
from birth it becomes apparent that stella was born with one too many sets of wings, dragging down their body weight to an overall crushing proportion. as a newborn these sets of wings are nothing more than mere bumps on stella's newly birthed form, and in time grow alongside her body. these sets of wings are spread throughout her body, from her head to her toes. in addition, wings attached to stella's feet suffer a similar fate; they are flightless and over all just dead-weight attached to stella's figure as a simply mutation born out of her heavenly disposition. however, not all of her sets of wings are limited to this unfortunate fate. travelling downwards her body, wings sprout in pairs and cross paths at the base of stella's spine, large and magnificent when the child grows into an adult. golden hues intermingle with the whites and beiges of stella's body composition, like streaks found in kintsugi - barely holding the whole form together. these wings are ones capable of flight, the only wings on stella's body that are capable of flight. they are stella's pride and glory, you would be hard-pressed to find a single speck of dirt in those wings.
DIVINELY APPEARING DEMONS
albeit stella's heavenly colours intermingled with a shade of optics soothing and serene, that facial expression placed so elegantly upon stella's visage could almost make you think twice. it could make you realise that stella is not all god's creation - she is partly the devil's own. for all the beauty blessed on stella's fragile frame, the typical expression you might see yourself staring at if you were to meet the angelic hybrid, may be more flat and sinister like a demons.
— build/size/fur length
true to her roots, a perfect ragdoll build is what is clearly evident in stella - a thick coat overlaying a more slender frame underneath the oversized fluff. to say that stella took most of her genetics from the ragdoll side of her parents would be an understatement, it's practically impossible to decipher the places where in which stella is a toyger. perhaps it is only in her long and articulate tail that one can find the wild side of stella hidden away. blessed by two of her ragdoll parents once more, and by a bout of hypothyroidism, for height stella does not draw the short straw - for that would be insisting that there was even a fraction of a chance that stella would be able to grow tall. no, alike her parents stella reaches a measly twenty centimetres in adulthood. this is something that stella does not lament, for she knows full well that she is not the shortest domestic feline there has ever been. not by a long shot.
— colouring
something of her entity, although stella is unmistakably a ragdoll at heart, her colours are something unique and of her own. a palette designed by herself. starting with a base of pristine whites, stella's body is painted with beiges and creams splattered alongside her underbelly to create an ethereal aura about her. the next step the child took was to apply more of these beiges, building colour to realise a darker shade of coffee brown that dances its way around the sterile whites - tainting them never - building the most pigment in the entirety of stella's body at the center of her face where browns almost appear black they're so dark. along her wings, it's as if they are a seperate entity to the feline as a whole - something of a juxtaposition and not an accompanying figure. not as evident in stella's younger years, as feathers grow long and wings outstretch further and further, shades of creamy whites are interlaced with streaks of gold travelling down the very strands of feathers nestled within her wings. they dance their way alongside the feline's wings, reaching the dastardly tips crowned with bat-like claws - black.
— eyes + fluid
it almost doesn't become apparent that marcel even sired the child, unless you take a closer look into stella's eyes; a ghost of the image of her father's own. casting a heavenly glow around the vantablack of stella's pupil, a halo of pink creeps its way into the depths of her iris and tainting it almost pure palette. shades of violet, lavender, lilac, they're all present in the deep shades of purples locked away in stella's eyes - all intermingling to paint the picture-esque violet seas akin to a sun's glow on a late night. also a similar shade to the optics stella uses to see, the fluids flowing from within the child are also painted a purple so deep and rich in hue that it almost glows. purple rivers flowing from within the child also akin to her parent hold a taste, the child's own being something of a fruity grape; terribly sweet.
— accessories
CLOAK
spun from wool and cashmere divinely white in pigment, a cloak is almost always attached to stella’s frame like it were her lifeline – an inseparable part of her. it’s nothing too special in appearance, a solid colour with a simple box connecting the side sides of the fabric to wrap around the child’s neck, but as it is a gift stella treasures the item of clothing dearly. a physical reminder of her roots.
CROWN
found on the outskirts of barracuda bay, washed up and slightly damaged from the sea’s grips, a silver thorn crown had somehow made its way into the paws of stella. fate, that’s what the hybrid thought of the event, taking the crown home fervently to tend to its damaged parts and restoring it to its natural shine. stella believes it a gift from the gods, a sign that her journey to liberate humanity is on a path due for glory.
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