Female Herald of Ruin – Luis Royo style
| Model: Profantasy |
| Positive prompt: realistic, a painting of a gothic horror woman in a black lake, beautiful woman, unsettling horror, professional, art by (Luis Royo:1.1), Atey Ghailan, Artgerm, Jeremy Mann, Greg Manchess, Antonio Moro, (Extremely Detailed Oil Painting:1.2), glow effects, godrays, Hand drawn, ArtStation, intricate details, sharp focus, dramatic, photorealistic painting art by midjourney and greg rutkowski, tribal village, wooden village, burning forest background, sharp contrast, many colours, serious face, smirking, <lora:Luis Royo and Woman v.2:0.8> Negative prompt: bad-hands-5 bad-picture-chill-75v badhandv4 ng_deepnegative_v1_75t (1) verybadimagenegative_v1.3 blurry, (low quality:1.1), gore, gross, ugly, unfocused, low resolution, (cartoon, anime:1.1), (abstract:1.1), 3d, (disfigured:1.21), (bad art:1.21), easynegative, (deformed:1.21), (extra limbs:1.21), (close up:1.21), (b&w:1.21), weird colors, signature, blurry, (duplicate:1.33), (morbid:1.21), (mutilated:1.21), (out of frame:0.9524), extra fingers, mutated hands, (poorly drawn hands:1.21), (poorly drawn face:1.21), (mutation:1.33), (deformed:1.33), (ugly:1.21), blurry, (bad anatomy:1.21), (bad proportions:1.33), (extra limbs:1.21), cloned face, (disfigured:1.33), out of frame, ugly, extra limbs, (bad anatomy:1.10), gross proportions, (malformed limbs:1.10), (missing arms:1.21), (missing legs:1.21), (extra arms:1.33), (extra legs:1.33), mutated hands, (fused fingers:1.10), (too many fingers:1.10), (long neck:1.33), video game, ugly, tiling, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn feet, poorly drawn face, out of frame, mutation, mutated, extra limbs, extra legs, extra arms, disfigured, deformed, cross-eye, body out of frame, blurry, bad art, bad anatomy, 3d render, (clothes, dress, silk, bra, panties, clothes:1.21) Settings: Steps: 40, Sampler: DPM++ 2M Karras, CFG scale: 7.5, Seed: 1996833881, Face restoration: GFPGAN, Size: 512×768, Model hash: 05f8d63154, Model: profantasy_v21, Denoising strength: 0.6, Clip skip: 2, Version: v1.2.1, Hires upscale: 1.8, Hires upscaler: ESRGAN_4x |
The battlefield lies silent, marred by the cruel touch of war that has decimated a once thriving village. Amidst the ruin and smoldering debris, a lone figure arises, strong and resolute. She is a warrior, battle-worn but victorious, her spirit undaunted despite the devastation that surrounds her.
Her garments are torn and bloody, a testament to the fierce struggle she has just endured. But the sight of her, standing tall amidst the ruins, emanates not a sense of defeat, but one of resilient power. She is bruised but unbroken, her determination forged in the fires of combat, her spirit as steadfast as the sword in her hand.
Her skin, etched with the grim tale of battle, glistens with the sweat and blood of both foe and self. But each wound is a badge of honor, each scar a story of survival. She stands unyielding, a beacon of strength and tenacity amidst the wreckage of her fallen home.
Her hair, once neatly braided, now cascades in a wild tangle down her back, singed ends testifying the fury of the battle. But there’s a raw, primal beauty to it, a testament to her ferocity. Despite the odds, she stood her ground, her strength as relentless as the winds that now whip her untamed locks around her.
Her eyes, vivid emerald orbs, hold a fierce, indomitable light. They have witnessed the unimaginable – the desolation of her home, the slaughter of her people. Yet in them burns the fire of defiance, the unyielding resolve of a warrior who has faced death and claimed victory.
In her hand, she clutches a sword, its blade gleaming in the dying sunlight, stained with the lifeblood of the invaders she felled. It’s more than a weapon; it’s an extension of her will, a testament to her courage and her wrath.
The ruins of her village lay strewn around her, the ashes of her past life carried away by the remorseless wind. Each charred beam, each shattered stone is a painful reminder of what she has lost. Yet she stands tall, a solitary sentinel amidst the ruin.
Her body is a map of hard-earned victories, of battles fought and won. She carries the weight of her survival not as a burden, but as a mark of pride. Her every breath is a defiance, her every heartbeat a battle drum echoing in the silent aftermath.
Amidst the devastation, she is a figure of awe-inspiring strength, a portrait of resilience and resolve. She is a reminder that even in the face of overwhelming loss, the human spirit can rise, undaunted, from the ashes.
As the sun sets, casting long shadows over the ravaged village, the warrior remains. Amidst the wreckage of her life, she stands as a pillar of defiance and strength, a symbol of resilience amidst devastation. Her spirit, unbowed and unconquerable, is a testament to the indomitable will of a true warrior.
