Hi all! In celebration of me surviving this semester I wanna hold a little contest. I drew this guy on the bus Thursday and you know what, I don't know who he is. So I want you to tell me: Who is he?
Two quirks: He has albinism. His right arm was burned really badly and that's why it's all freaky looking.
Questions to answer: What's his name? What does he do? Does he have any special abilities? How did he burn his arm?
I'll give anyone who wants to comment with any ideas until the 30th to do so. Whomever has the most original concept I will draw something of their choice for them.
"Look, mum, look!", shouted Cevin, standing in the kitchen on a high chair in front of a pan. "Fine, Cevi", she answered him without looking and continued reading something about the newest hairstyles. "Mum, look!", he shouted again and took a match. No answer. "Mum, look, I am a great cook!", he shouted, stroke the match and put the fire into the pan, filled with oil.
"But in the end, I'm not sorry for this accident. I may look like a freak, with my white hair, my hand and my eyes, but I got something very cool for this little sacrifice..." The burned hand touched Sinners skin. Suddenly he screamed loud and painful, like one thousand and one neadles would bite and tear off his flesh. "Sinner, if you had listen to me, you wouldn't be sitting here and suffering. Do you feel the pain? Do you feel the pain I felt as the fire ate my arm?" Sinner couldn't listen, he still screamed and bounced with his chair up and down. Cevin moved his arm back, the pain was gone. Sinners head sank down, tears falling down onto the cold ground of the warehouse.
"Never ever mess around with the Yakuza, Sinner..."
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"But in the end, I'm not sorry for this accident. I may look like a freak, with my white hair, my hand and my eyes, but I got something very cool for this little sacrifice..." The burned hand touched Sinners skin. Suddenly he screamed loud and painful, like one thousand and one neadles would bite and tear off his flesh. "Sinner, if you had listen to me, you wouldn't be sitting here and suffering. Do you feel the pain? Do you feel the pain I felt as the fire ate my arm?" Sinner couldn't listen, he still screamed and bounced with his chair up and down. Cevin moved his arm back, the pain was gone. Sinners head sank down, tears falling down onto the cold ground of the warehouse.
"Never ever mess around with the Yakuza, Sinner..."
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Believe in the gods, the old and the new ones. They give us humans more power than you can imagine...
Fortes Fortuna Adiuvat.
So he can transfer the searing pain from when his arm was burned to others. Creepy.
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Believe in the gods, the old and the new ones. They give us humans more power than you can imagine...
Fortes Fortuna Adiuvat.
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"How could you ask me that after our afternoon game of Parcheesi?" --Audry Hepburn "Paris: When it Sizzles"
98% of Deviants don't know the difference between "your" and "you're." If you're one of the 2% that wants to punch 'em, put this in your sig.
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