We’re doing bi-ped 3D characters the next month, and this week we’re working on the design. The thing is, that our current teacher has a reputation for being a lil’ bit misogynistic, and wanting female characters to have boobs, fluttering eyelashes and long legs, or else the audience won’t read them as female~
So I went ahead and came up with the most androgynous female futuristic pirate captain I could think of, just to shove it in his face.
entered the damp brig, the torch lights throwing shadows against the wooden
walls. He peeked through the bars that held her. She was dirty, her face and
hands smeared with black smudges. The clean areas of her skin, though, stood
out brightly against the darkness, pale as the moon. She lounged languidly on
the hanging bench, speaking softly her herself. Her hands were tied in front of
her. She paid no mind to him; many of the men had come to see her in the past
hour. He was no different.
then, soft enough that he didn’t hear. He turned to her then. She stared
straight at him when she said this, her hawk eyes making him feel quite like a
I didna quite catch that lass.”
“I’m not a
lass.” Her voice was clear and clipped. English lady, indeed. “I’d wager I’m
older than you, kit.”
“Yes, tis a
name for a baby fox. It fits you, I think.” She was taunting him; a small grin
curving her lips, pulling at the scar on her cheek. He would not give her the
satisfaction of his irritation, though.
“My name is
are you?” With this, she sat up and her eyes grew wide, enhancing her owlish
must be mistaken. I didna ken who that is,” Jamie answered sincerely.
“It’s you! ‘Red
are the curls atop his head. Red is the cloth that cloaks his body,” she
gestured to his dark red vest. “’And red is the blood of his enemies spilled.’
That sounds a bit like you, no?”
“If you say
so,” she said, lying back on the bench. Jamie didn’t admit it to her, but it
did sound like him. Was he really a famed pirate and didn’t know about it? He
hoped not. It would just make it that harder to disappear without a trace, and
above them creaked with the weight of a man. Someone was coming.
Dougal’s black boots before he saw the rest of him. He strolled over the cell,
taking a seat next to Jamie.
“How’s our prisoner,
lad?” He spoke to Jamie, but his eyes were fixed on the woman. ‘La Dame
Blanche.’ She scoffed, rolling her eyes to toward the ceiling. “What? Are ye no
our prisoner? Are ye no tied up in our brig?” His eyes grew dangerous, the light
gray turning stormy. Dougal had a temper, serious and harsh. The men knew not
to cross him on such occasions.
took a deep breath, steadying himself, and rearranged his face into his merciful
want to argue with ye, lass. Just talk. Yer name is Claire, aye?” But Claire
was a warrior, and didn’t mind fighting fire with fire.
You’ve taken me at a disadvantage. I’m afraid I don’t know who you are…” Jamie
saw Dougal’s neck turn red: he was holding his anger at bay. If this woman was
who they thought she was, she was a valuable asset and could not be touched.
Even if she was a pain in the arse.
Dougal Mackenzie, ma’am,” Dougal answered with barely contained frustration.
Beauchamp. How did you come to find yourself on The Thistle?”
on.” Dougal rolled his eyes.
“Aye, I ken
that fine. When?”
When you fought that other ship.”
floating out at sea. Figured I’d have a better chance here than out there.”
“And are ye
La Dame Blanche?” The root of the issue made its appearance.
matter? You’ll believe as you do. You’ll do with me as you wish.” She closed
her eyes hard, as if she could will the men away.
Dougal asked, more forcefully this time. He was leaning forward, elbows on his
knees. Claire took a deep breath, and squeezed her eyes shut further.
“I am who
you say I am,” she barely whispered. Jamie could see that her energy was
drained: physically, emotionally, mentally. But either Dougal didn’t notice or
“Is it true
that ye forced Frank Randall to murder his own brother?” Her lips twitched at
“A man had
free will. I can force no one to do something they do not wish. Frank murdered
Jack, because Jack was a monster. Kin or not.”
is your Frank now?” But she merely shrugged her shoulders. “Are ye a witch?”
you wouldn’t.” Jamie watched their exchange with fascination, and a little
sympathy. For who, though, he wasn’t sure. He saw Dougal steel his shoulders,
mind made up.
ye’ll work with the crew, help us reach Port Royal. I’ll decide what to do wi’
ye after that.” And with a swish of his coat, he stood up and left the brig, marching
only as a captain does.
eyes followed him until he disappeared through the door. Then, she closed her
eyes again, tired. Jamie decided to take his leave, but before walked out the
door, he heard her voice, clear as the sea.