The 4th Dimension (Artistically Speaking)
Where does story end and character begin?
That's the question I asked myself when I set out on what ended up being (or always was) a 4th dimensional exploration of creative expression and identity. Having consumed all of the knowledge I could find on how to tell stories and capture emotion through artistic mediums; Music, Film, Narrative, Light, Color, and many more.
I came to one fascinating conclusion.
That a story can't exist without its characters, but conversely a character has no character without a story. So my stories are characters, and their 'characters' are stories.
Or at least that's my attempt to explain this creative nonsense
SANKOFA
is a figure sculpted by the contrasting forces of time. His essence is woven with the forward momentum of the future, eyes alight with the digital radiance of modernity, yet his soul is anchored firmly in the echoes of the past. His gaze is one of contemplation, reflecting the dark tapestry of history even as it illuminates the screen of the present. With each step he takes towards the ever-advancing tomorrow, Sankofa carries with him the weight and wisdom of yesteryears, a constant reminder in a world racing ahead. He is the embodiment of memory in motion, a guardian of the legacy that shapes the path forward, ensuring that in the rush towards the next horizon, we do not lose sight of the journey that brought us here.
TAKE A DIP INTO THE WORLD OF SANKOFA
(AR IS INFERIOR TO THE TRUE VR EXPERIENCE, BUT IT'S BETTER THAN 2d)
IMEY
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Imey's story is a whispered tale of shadows that once danced too close, a saga etched in the quiet recesses of her soul.
Raised in the labyrinthine alleys of a city that never sleeps, Imey learned early that not all shadows flee at the dawn; some linger, becoming playmates in a child's unsought game of hide and seek. She grew up where the lines between innocence and survival blurred, her laughter a rare jewel dimmed by the thick fog of her past. Her journey has been a series of eclipses, each one darkening the path but deepening her understanding of the human condition. Now, as a protector of those who walk in the footsteps she once did, Imey harnesses those experiences, her resilience forming the core of her strength. Her enigmatic past fuels her pursuit of justice, ensuring that no other soul loses its light amidst the overwhelming darkness.
TAKE A TRIP INTO THE WORLD OF IMEY
AMELIA
Amelia is a personification of heritage and hope, an ode to the resilient spirit of New Orleans, a city as vibrant and enduring as the legacy she carries. The world she inhabits reflects the pressing narrative of our times: the encroaching tides of climate change threaten to wash away the physicality of her roots. Yet, she is depicted not in despair but in contemplative optimism—the flooding around her, a stark reality; the luminous sky above, a testament to the possibility of rebirth and renewal. Amelia, like New Orleans, is a testament to the beauty that endures in the face of adversity, her gaze set firmly on the hopeful horizon.
TAKE A DIP INTO THE WORLD OF AMELIA
VIOLET
Violet stands amidst the moonlit silence, her presence as enigmatic as the night itself. She is the embodiment of quiet confidence, a subtle charm veiling a stoic interior. Her composure is her armor, worn to guard against the vulnerabilities of trust. Haunted by the fear of being exploited by those she might dare to let close, Violet navigates the solitary highways of life with an independent spirit. Yet, beneath this shield of self-reliance, there lies a yearning for connection, for the very closeness she denies herself. She remains a paradox, driving alone on the roads less traveled, her headlights casting long shadows, both seeking and shunning the light of intimate bonds. Violet’s journey is one of introspection and caution, a solo ride with the hope that perhaps, one day, she will find a co-pilot whom she can trust to navigate the complexities of life with her.
TAKE A DIP INTO THE WORLD OF VIOLET
HADLEY
Hadley's story is deeply rooted in the rich soil of her rural hometown, a place where the horizon is an endless expanse of rolling fields and the community's heart beats to the ancient rhythm of agriculture. Yet, her soul is stirred by the distant shimmer of the modern world, a luminescent promise of what lies beyond her familiar pastures. This tension within her is mirrored in the unique dichotomy of her eyes—one reflecting the timeless earth she comes from, the other, the electric possibilities of the cityscapes she's drawn to. Hadley embodies the delicate balance between honoring one’s heritage and embracing the adventure of the unknown. With each footstep towards new lands, she carries with her the values and traditions that have shaped her, allowing them to inform her journey as she forges her own path through the merging of past and future, tradition and progress.
ARIA
Residing in the silent luxury of her high-rise penthouse, a domain where success looms as large as the cityscape below her. She has reached the pinnacle of her professional world, earning unwavering respect from her colleagues—a testament to her prowess and dedication. Yet, this elevation came at a dear price, one measured in the currency of human connection. The stars, once distant beacons of dreams and aspirations, now cast a cold glow over her solitary existence. They flicker like the embers of desires unshared, highlighting the empty space beside her. As she gazes out into the night, the celestial bodies overhead are a harsh reminder of her isolation, a spotlight on the void where laughter and warmth should reside. The night sky, with its quiet majesty, forces Aria to confront the haunting question that lingers in the air, as palpable as the city's heartbeat: Was the climb worth the solitude it wrought? Her story is a constellation of triumph and introspection, a narrative that questions the true value of success when the triumphs are witnessed by the stars alone.
WREN
Wren moves through the world with the grace of her passion, each step a testament to the legacy of strength and resilience carried through the women who came before her. As a ballerina, she embodies excellence, her natural talent sharpened by a determination that runs deep in her family's matriarchal lineage. Yet beneath the spotlight, behind the perfected pirouettes and poised arabesques, Wren harbors a stirring realization. She understands that the archetype of the 'perfect ballerina' is a canvas stretched over an outdated frame, painted with strokes of a bygone era's biases. In her pursuit of artistic perfection, Wren dances on the cusp of tradition and modernity, respecting the past while yearning to redefine it. She seeks to infuse her performances with the richness of her culture, allowing her to not only carry the torch of her art form but also to light the way for a new generation that looks to the stage and sees the reflection of a world without boundaries, a world where tradition waltzes with transformation.
SAYSO
Bathed in the fiery glow of the city's underbelly, Sayso commands the streets with a poise that belies the chaos of her chosen arena. A street racer by calling, her path may not align with the conventional tracks of legitimacy, but in her world, she is the epitome of precision and professionalism. Her quest for perfection in the pulse-quickening art of racing has honed not just her skills behind the wheel, but her life off the track as well, shaping her into a model of organization and discipline. Yet, the very essence of her craft is mired in contention, casting long shadows of controversy over her achievements. In the roaring silence that follows the screech of tires, Sayso finds herself at a crossroads between the raw integrity of her sport and the skewed perceptions of a society that can't quite embrace the beauty she finds in the blur of motion and the scent of burning rubber.
NATASHA
Natasha carries the weight of her lineage, her very existence woven into the tapestry of her country's complex narrative. Born into a world where her last name is synonymous with opulence and influence, she treads a path lined with the silver spoils of a dubious legacy. With a conscience etched by the sharpness of privilege, she is driven not by the indulgence of wealth, but by a fervent desire to harness it for the greater good. Her efforts to refashion the fabric of her home into a tapestry of progress and hope have not gone unnoticed; she commands respect in every circle, her name evoking not only the history of her ancestors but also the future she endeavors to write. In the halls of power and the streets of change, Natasha stands as a beacon of what can be when the fortunate wield their power as a force for collective ascendance, irrespective of the politics that divide. She is a modern-day steward of her heritage, shaping it into a legacy worthy of the history books of tomorrow.
SIKARA
Sikara stands at the crossroads of corporate prowess and the moral quandaries it presents, her silhouette cast in the stark light of a professional realm that demands as much from the planet as it does from her. She navigates the corridors of power with an acumen that marks her as a force to be reckoned with, yet these very halls echo with the whispers of environmental cost—a price tallied in more than just numbers on a balance sheet. The claims of carbon neutrality from her company's higher echelons are to her a facade, a too-convenient narrative that she meets with a skeptic's eye. Yet, amidst this cognizance lies a disquieting apathy. Sikara grapples with the dissonance between understanding the impacts of her industry and a chilling detachment that keeps her from taking a stand. This internal conflict renders her emotions muted, her response to the ethical dilemmas she faces numbed by a disconnection that she hasn't quite learned to navigate. She is emblematic of many in her generation, caught in the delicate balance of ambition and the echo of a conscience that isn't sure how loud it wants to be.
TOR
Tor's story is a silent stream running deep with unvoiced dreams and subdued reflections. In the stillness of her professional life, she is the epitome of achievement—a trajectory of academic brilliance and career milestones that many would envy. Yet behind the composed exterior of this accomplished woman lies the shadow of a different longing. Orphaned too young, Tor is adrift in the sea of what-ifs, her heart tethered to the innocence of a childhood abruptly halted. Her home is a stark duality, where the relics of her youth stand in poignant contrast to the grown-up world she navigates with such apparent ease. The untouched memorabilia, a museum of memories, are the artifacts of joy and loss preserved in the amber of her heart. They are silent witnesses to a time when imagination was limitless, and every day held the possibility of magic. Tor's existence is a tableau vivant, a life where the laughter of the child she once was echoes in the quiet corners of the successful facade she presents to the world, a reminder that success is but one measure of a life’s worth.
Valerie
Valerie is a portrait of resilience, her defined bone structure a testament to the inner strength that forms the foundation of her character. Her living space echoes the stark contrast of her being—a place devoid of the conventional comforts of home, so it's within the vast canvas of her city that she finds true solace. Art is her sanctuary, a silent companion that infuses her with the vigor to traverse the urban expanse under the cloak of night, finding the peace she feel at home in the night sky. There is a softness in her that belies her tough exterior, a tenderness that peeks through her aesthetic choices. She is a modern-day warrior, moving through the world with a quiet defiance and a heart brimming with the vibrant hues of creativity and escape. Though most would never know.
Abigail
In the ember-like glow of the setting sun, Abigail stands, her eyes scanning the vast expanse of the desert that she calls home. She is a solitary figure, reminiscent of a gunslinger from a bygone era, her spirit as untamed as the wilds she roams. Abigail's strength is palpable, a shield forged to protect the innocence that isolation has preserved within her. Her fierce demeanor belies a naiveté, a pure facet of her character that remains untouched by the harshness of her surroundings.
This dichotomy is her battleground; her ferocity guards her, yet it also casts a long shadow of doubt. The internal struggle rages quietly as she grapples with the wielding of her own nature: will she embrace her power and stand tall with pride, or allow the whispers of insecurity to cloud her path? It is a delicate dance, a constant flux between confidence and vulnerability. For Abigail, there is no single answer, no resting point in the spectrum of her internal conflict. She is a testament to the complex weave of human character, where strength and softness are interlaced, and the true battle is often with one's own self.
Stranger
Bathed in the crimson hue of mystery, Stranger stands as an enigma, her profile a silhouette against the backdrop of the unknown. Her hair, the color of a smoldering sunset, cascades down her shoulders, a vibrant contrast to the shadowy world she inhabits. She is an avatar of ambiguity, her life a canvas of concealed stories and untold secrets.
Stranger walks a path that few can follow, one that weaves through the very fabric of reality and fiction. Her presence is as fleeting as the whispering wind, touching those she meets with a brush of intrigue and leaving them pondering the depths behind her gaze. Who she is, where she comes from, and what drives her remain questions shrouded in the allure of the undefined.
Her existence challenges the comfort of certainty and the complacency of clarity, for in her world, the allure lies within the questions, not the answers. Stranger embodies the allure of the undiscovered, the power of the untold, and the beauty of the undefined. Each encounter with her leaves a lingering sense of wonder, a yearning to understand more, and the realization that some mysteries are captivating precisely because they are never fully unraveled.
892727
In a world where everyone's name is a number, what is identity? 892727 thinks it is putting on red lipstick even under the oppressive red glow of that society, as if to say, "red is my color, not yours"
RAVEN
Enveloped by the tranquil cloak of night, Raven is a juxtaposition of vibrant energy and the quietude of her forest home. Her spirit, much like her namesake, is effervescent and uncontainable, a force of nature that resonates through the stillness of the deep woods. Her presence is a burst of color in the monochrome world of endless trunks and whispering leaves.
Despite her innate sociability and the vivacity that seems to bubble from within, Raven is often perceived as reflective, molded by the profound introspection that the forest's solitude has fostered in her. The silence of the woods is not empty to her but filled with the orchestra of her own thoughts—a symphony of contemplation amplified by the absence of urban cacophony.
This duality defines Raven: the loudness of her inner world stands in stark contrast to the serene quiet of her surroundings. It's in this space between sound and silence that she finds herself truly alive, her bright, outgoing essence feeding off the solace of nature, reflecting the complexity of being both a creature of joyous exuberance and profound depth.
KAIJU
Kaiju stands as the living allegory of the eternal struggle between humanity and the untamable forces of nature. Her gaze, piercing through the shadows, is filled with the turmoil of this ancient conflict. The sleek darkness of her hair contrasts with her skin, reminiscent of the stark dichotomy between the industrial and the organic, the constructed world and the raw ferocity of the earth.
In the narrative of her existence, Kaiju embodies the spirit of nature's indomitable will, a silent roar against the encroaching grip of human influence. She is a manifestation of the Earth's latent power, a reminder of the respect it commands and the reckoning it can bring. Her very presence is a reflection of the iconic monsters of lore, titanic beings that rise in response to humanity's hubris, their wrath both a warning and a consequence.
Kaiju's story is not one of simple antagonism but a complex tapestry that questions the symbiosis between human advancement and environmental stewardship
ilomi
ilomi is an enigmatic figure in the nocturnal world of a sprawling, neon-lit metropolis. She thrives in the depths of night when the city comes alive with whispered secrets and endless possibilities. Having grown up in a traditional family that emphasized routine and daylight activities, Ilomi always felt out of sync with her surroundings. As she matured, she discovered her true essence under the moon's silver glow.
Now, Ilomi is a celebrated avant-garde artist, known for her mesmerizing digital installations that blend light, shadow, and interactive elements. These installations pop up unexpectedly in forgotten parts of the city, drawing crowds who seek a glimpse of her elusive art. She is often seen roaming the streets late at night, a solitary figure against the backdrop of sleepless urban life, her mind buzzing with creative ideas that she channels into her work.
Her free-spirited nature isn't just a personality trait but a philosophy; Ilomi believes in living entirely on her own terms, which often means staying awake to catch the first streaks of dawn. Despite her night owl tendencies, she maintains deep connections with a diverse network of artists, tech enthusiasts, and street performers, all of whom are drawn to her vibrant energy and unorthodox approach to life and art.
In Ilomi's world, the night is not just a time for rest—it's a canvas, and she is its most devoted painter.
Infinity
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Infinity is an enigmatic presence, embodying a profound sense of ethereal wisdom and timeless beauty. She exudes a calm and serene aura, her existence marked by an inherent connection to the vast and boundless. Her presence is felt as an eternal observer, a silent guardian of mysteries beyond the grasp of mortal understanding.
Her essence is woven with the delicate threads of the cosmos, a tapestry of stars and celestial wonders. Infinity’s thoughts are a symphony of ancient knowledge and perpetual curiosity, an unending quest for understanding the intricacies of existence. She is the whisper of the universe, a gentle reminder of the infinite possibilities that lie within and beyond.
Infinity’s gaze carries the weight of countless eons, reflecting both the birth of stars and the quiet darkness of the void. Her actions are deliberate, imbued with a purpose that transcends ordinary perception. She communicates through subtle, almost imperceptible gestures, guiding those who are attuned to her presence toward a deeper awareness.
There is a melancholy to Infinity, a quiet longing for a rekindling of wonder and awe in those who have forgotten to look beyond the immediate. Yet, she is also a beacon of hope, an enduring light that seeks to illuminate the path to a more profound connection with the essence of all that is.
Her character is a paradox of simplicity and complexity, an embodiment of the infinite nature of existence. Infinity is not bound by time or place, for she is the very essence of the boundless, a silent witness to the unfolding story of the cosmos.
Bae
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In a world where shadows often eclipse light, Bae emerges as the embodiment of affection, a beacon of romance in an oftentimes gray universe. Born under the glow of a crimson moon, her life is a poem dedicated to the art of love and connection.
Bae's touch heals the scars of solitude; her presence is a melody that resonates with the rhythms of the heart. With eyes reflecting the depth of the ocean, and hair styled in playful knots like the intertwined fates of star-crossed lovers, she navigates the complexities of human emotions with the grace of a verse flowing from an ancient quill.
Raised by a family of poets and artists, Bae learned to speak in verses and think in metaphors. She wanders through the bustling streets and quiet alleys of her city, a modern-day muse inspiring those she meets to open their hearts to the beauty around them. Her mission is simple yet profound: to remind the world that in the midst of chaos, there exists a powerful simplicity in love.
Kyle
CLASSIFIED
Rhean
A Military Brat, who to the ire of her piers is genuinely exceptionally talented and bright when it comes to her craft. Her father, a general, raised her for that one thing after all, if that meant she was supposed to be gung-ho about it, well, too bad. Having never known anything other than base hoping, from childhood right into the academy, and her career now, she has a distinguished disdain for the whole production, but mostly because she doesn’t belong anywhere else, and she hates that.
Or she did,
because on a recent assignment that went spectacularly sideways, she came across, rather was saved by an enigma of a person, Kyle, who seems to posses every bit of her disdain for the bureaucracy of this system, but believes so whole heartedly in the idea of ‘good’ that he actually seems to be able to achieve it.
That she finds to be quite admirable, he’s also not afraid to tell the top brass to shove it which… yeah.
Nakemura
A fighter pilot, toughened by that competitive and judgmental environment, she has a hard exterior, but deep down this all comes from her want to prove herself. She always felt that her father, a proud veteran and very powerful individual (man), wanted a son to pass his knowledge and (power) to, and while she has always been worthy of it, the judgmental systems engrained in the minds of generations before seemed to keep him from seeing that. With his death while at the academy it just lit her fuel even hotter, feeling like she would need to fly at the speed of light for him to see her now. Though really she just needs someone to see her for what she really is, but that would require letting them in…
Noel
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A fighter pilot, found her way to this life out of an unwavering hunger for challenge, or maybe she’s just really talented? It’s all come pretty easy to her, maybe it’s not even that hard? The real question is why, what are we fighting for, when we ever fight that is… Maybe, well, I dunno.
Havana
Is a visionary environmental scientist known for her groundbreaking work in climate technology. Born in a historic coastal settlement threatened by rising sea levels, her passion for saving her community grew into a lifelong commitment to combating environmental degradation globally.
Though she worries that the same discoveries she is sprinting to make for the 'good' of the future, might hold sinister applications as well.
Kaliope
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A revered cybernetic engineer in a city where high technology saturates every facet of life, she stands out in her society where uniqueness has become the ultimate currency. In a world where AI and machines handle most of society's needs, individual identity and personal style have become paramount.
Kaliope was born in a sprawling megacity, a place where neon lights and digital screens are as common as stars in the sky. She quickly distinguished herself by blending ancient mythology with modern technology, creating cybernetic enhancements that not only enhance human abilities but also reflect the wearer’s deepest essence and personal mythology.
Her signature style—a sleek, minimalistic approach with a focus on enhancing human expressiveness—has made her a celebrity in the world of fashion-tech. Her workshop is a blend of an art studio and a tech lab, filled with intricate blueprints and sparkling circuits, reflecting her philosophy that technology should enhance, not suppress, human uniqueness.
Delay
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A mysterious figure hailing from a dystopian world, a master of time manipulation and sonic engineering. Born into a world where sound is not just a medium of communication but a weapon and tool, she discovered her unique abilities at a young age. Her name, inspired by the audio effect, hints at her power to manipulate time intervals and perceptions with sound.
As a child, Delay was captivated by the old-world technologies of sound manipulation, which she found in the ruins of a long-forgotten recording studio. Through self-taught skills and innate talent, she became adept at using sound to create temporal loops and time stutters, which could disorient adversaries or manipulate environments.
By her teenage years, Delay had designed a suit embedded with sonic technology, allowing her to extend her abilities into physical space. Now, she navigates the treacherous cityscapes of her society, a vigilante sound-smith bending the laws of physics and society, always staying one beat ahead of her foes. Her ultimate goal is to restore harmony to a fractured world, using her mastery over sound and time as both shield and sword.