Martian Cultures: Mandal-Uttima
This is a redo of a previous design that I wasn't happy with.
It's a man and a woman (specifically Prince Altfoura and his sister, Princess Suhlamia) of the Martian nation of Mandal-Uttima in Journey to Mars: the wonderful world: its beauty and splendor; its mighty races and kingdoms; its final doom (1894) by Gustavus W. Pope.
"Altfoura Yuvaraja Thullivarrh, Basileus Mandal-Uttima" - Altfoura Raja Thullivarrh, Prince royal to the kingdom of Mandal Uttima.
"His features were the most beutiful I ever beheld in a man, resembling in their contour, Leonardo da Vinci's painting of St. John. His complexion was the colour of gold, softened to a delicate magnolia hue."
"His lustrous purple hued hair was tinged with a sheen of gold and hung in heavy masses down his shoulders. He was clad in a close fitting dark gray jacket and falling collar decorated with brilliant insigniea, indicating his rank; gray trousers and high boots reached to his knee. A ruby of resplendent lustre, cut in the shape of a human heart and surrounded with a glittering cluster of star-shaped diamonds and emeralds, was suspended on his breast. He wore a black-plumed chevalier hat and a short dark blue mantle over his shoulder"
"The Princess Suhlamia was attired in what might be described as a close-fitting princess dress, decollette and en train, showing the exquisite outlines of her form. It was of nameless hue; faintly luminous, almost phosphorescent, which at every movement or flicker of light, threw off the most beautiful play of delicate prismatic tints, like the incandescence of opals, or mother of pearl. The outer dress was a perfectly transparent crystalline gossamer, or illusion, of delicate hyacynthine hue, decorated on the borders with what seemed gauzy butterfly wings, and every part of it, flashed like the rays of the morning sun on new fallen snow. It enveloped her form like an ethereal cloud, resembling those celestial nebulae amid whose shadowy depths gleam galaxies of stars. She wore no ornaments save the royal insignia of her rank; one solitaire gem, whose resplendent lustre rivaled Arcturus as it gleams o'er the midnight skies of Arabia."
"Her luxuriant hair - which if unloosed would have flowed to the ground in great wavy masses..."