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Ho boy, for once this is a drawing turned out almost perfect, just a smidgen off what imagined in my head. Whoop whoop. And of course is a character with miles of story lined up behind, story of great and terrible interest, of mighty powers and soul-rending despair, of horribly complicated narratives and an impressive dose of moral ambiguity. But I'm not gpnna tell yall any of that because its a secret, que malevolent laughter, blaring church organs and rolling thunder. One thing that's not a secret is her name, unfortunately there's like four of these blighters (her and another three mcs) but I've only got enough material to half-name two of them and neither is this darling lady here. So once again, ive not choice but to sacrifice your absent curiosity to the jaws of...there's a really good word for here but I can't remember it so we'll go with despair and que the wailing violins. ( Nothing happens, spawning a s questioning look towards my imaginary accountant who sorrowfully informs me that i expended our entire budget on the imaginary church organs. Immediately i leap into action and rush toward an imaginary printer to generate more revenue. My accountant, however, kiboshes that course of action as it would inflate the imaginary economy, leaving me to swear profusely and y'all without wailing violins).
Sylargrim might actually know who this is as I briefly touched on the story during a little tete-a-tete, but that was some time ago and this is really just my underhanded way of telling her who this is. More mystery, yeah!
Anyway, I hope everyone likes it.
Fare Thee Well My Future Friends.

Description
Ho boy, for once this is a drawing turned out almost perfect, just a smidgen off what imagined in my head. Whoop whoop. And of course is a character with miles of story lined up behind, story of great and terrible interest, of mighty powers and soul-rending despair, of horribly complicated narratives and an impressive dose of moral ambiguity. But I'm not gpnna tell yall any of that because its a secret, que malevolent laughter, blaring church organs and rolling thunder. One thing that's not a secret is her name, unfortunately there's like four of these blighters (her and another three mcs) but I've only got enough material to half-name two of them and neither is this darling lady here. So once again, ive not choice but to sacrifice your absent curiosity to the jaws of...there's a really good word for here but I can't remember it so we'll go with despair and que the wailing violins. ( Nothing happens, spawning a s questioning look towards my imaginary accountant who sorrowfully informs me that i expended our entire budget on the imaginary church organs. Immediately i leap into action and rush toward an imaginary printer to generate more revenue. My accountant, however, kiboshes that course of action as it would inflate the imaginary economy, leaving me to swear profusely and y'all without wailing violins).
Sylargrim might actually know who this is as I briefly touched on the story during a little tete-a-tete, but that was some time ago and this is really just my underhanded way of telling her who this is. More mystery, yeah!
Anyway, I hope everyone likes it.
Fare Thee Well My Future Friends.