Sovereign Savage

Saul grew up in a family with too many mouths to feed. The weakest child with the biggest appetite, his parents gave him up for a decent sum of money when they realized that he was only a liability in these rough times.

He was bought and sold as a slave, passed around from owner to owner. The years of captivity, being treated like less than a human, became so much a part of him that he still has a problem speaking out of turn, or at all for that matter. He’s quiet almost to a fault.

Still, he isn’t without his resourcefulness. Brilliant-minded, he taught himself how to do a great several things behind his masters’ backs. He learned the plants in the area and their uses, he stole knives and carved figures out of the scrap wood pieces that littered the streets. He even discovered that he was an excellent shot with a bow, and with that he was able to sneak away and eat real, fresh meat. What he never learned how to do was read and write.

When he became a part of Leona’s group of bandits, she took quite a shine to him. She forced him to talk more, to speak his mind. When she found out he couldn’t read, she decided to change that too. Now she can’t seem to get him to stop.

Geddon’s never had a problem with gaining the attention of women, but he’s never had any kind of attention like this. You know… the caring, genuine kind. He doesn’t think he deserves it— after all, Vali was the girl who, only a few years ago, he and his friend had bought from a slave market so they could have a classier kind of guard dog. Every time he looks at her he can’t help the guilt, which has only made his illness worse.

Vali doesn’t blame him for everything that happened in the past. She wouldn’t still be around if she did. As a matter of fact, Geddon is probably the only reason she had found the will to live again back then, even if he doesn’t know it. She’s a halfbreed, after all, and everybody hates a halfbreed. Everybody but Geddon, who never seemed to care, even when she had only been a pet to him.

She might not be his pet anymore, but it’s still her duty to take care of him. He’s been her only friend for years, and it’s her fault he’s so messed up now to begin with.

Another WIP~ She doesn’t quite look like herself here, but that might just be my style evolving into something less photo-realistic. I don’t much mind. :’3

That awkward moment where you like this rough draft of one of the pieces of your project better than the end result…

Oh well, at least I saved this JPEG before I fucked it all up

I apologize for the triggering image; I’m doing a four-picture “study,” if you will, of my character Aspen’s self-harming habits. A little exaggerated, of course… he embeds them completely, but I took some artistic liberties.

Mmmmmm, a preview for a Geddon-themed art project I’m working on in my time-based imaging class. I was particularly proud of how this frame turned out :’>

Here it’s been a while, have an angsty smoking Geddon. That’s all for now I PROMISE I WILL TRY TO BE MORE CONSISTENT sometimes I just forget this blog exists :I

Work in progress. Heavily referenced from one of Caravaggio’s paintings of a boy holding a basket of fruit — we’re supposed to take a master painting and reinterpret it.

Of course, given my Silent Hill phase, I needed to make it Valtiel holding a bunch of Creepers HUHUHUHUHUUU