What is Eli like?
Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 8:48 am
I mentioned in the Fan Art section that I'm about to do a workshop with Steven Stahlberg modelling one's ideal cybergirl (in 3D). First phase is concept development. I want to model Eli for a project I've been working on for a while, and I'm trying to bring together all relevant references on who exactly Eli is, particularly one's that are relevant to physical appearance (the starting point of 3d modelling). So, I'm reading the book again as my primary reference, although I will be drawing on the cinematic realizations as well. I have the Australian (Text Publishing) edition and am gathering fragments of description. I'll add stuff as I go but I might miss a few. I tend to become absorbed in the story.
p3 He (removalist) recalled that it was a father and daughter, a pretty girl....He was the one who had moved them in. The man and his daughter.
p39 It was a child. There was enough light for him to determine that it was a girl he had never seen before...Oskar was so clsoe now that he could see she had dark hair, a small face, big eyes...Her white hands were resting on the railing....(calmly looking at him wielding knife, voice deeper than expected, about his own age)
p40 There was something strange about her. Shoulder-length black hair. Round face, small nose. Like one of those paper dolls in the Family Journal. Very pretty. No jacket etc....She was almost as tall as he was but much thinner. The pink sweater fit tight across her chest, which was still completely flat without a hint of breasts. Her eyes were black, enormous in her pale little face...Her fingers were long and slender as twigs.
p42 She looked so...fragile in her pink top....for a moment she looked much much older than she was. Like an old woman about to cry. (displays strength opening heavy door)
p62 (Oskar) couldn't understand why she wasn't freezing....Maybe she was older than him, even though she was so puny. Her thin white throat jutted out of her poloneck top, merged with a sharp jaw. Like a mannequin....her hair was caked together and fell around her face in matted tufts and clumps. as if she had put glue or... mud in it.
p3 He (removalist) recalled that it was a father and daughter, a pretty girl....He was the one who had moved them in. The man and his daughter.
p39 It was a child. There was enough light for him to determine that it was a girl he had never seen before...Oskar was so clsoe now that he could see she had dark hair, a small face, big eyes...Her white hands were resting on the railing....(calmly looking at him wielding knife, voice deeper than expected, about his own age)
p40 There was something strange about her. Shoulder-length black hair. Round face, small nose. Like one of those paper dolls in the Family Journal. Very pretty. No jacket etc....She was almost as tall as he was but much thinner. The pink sweater fit tight across her chest, which was still completely flat without a hint of breasts. Her eyes were black, enormous in her pale little face...Her fingers were long and slender as twigs.
p42 She looked so...fragile in her pink top....for a moment she looked much much older than she was. Like an old woman about to cry. (displays strength opening heavy door)
p62 (Oskar) couldn't understand why she wasn't freezing....Maybe she was older than him, even though she was so puny. Her thin white throat jutted out of her poloneck top, merged with a sharp jaw. Like a mannequin....her hair was caked together and fell around her face in matted tufts and clumps. as if she had put glue or... mud in it.