One more character

Well, with Ticia out of the way, that only leaves one more character to be put up, so stay tuned for the last character sheet!

Ticia Bedaoin

Ticia Bedaoin

Age: 26

Race: Demon

Status: Dating a rock star, becoming the strongest person in the world

Family: Sister, Alycia; no other known relations

Likes: Fighting, training, martial arts, bars, beer, her boyfriend

Dislikes: Non-alcoholic beverages, people who are stronger than her, clerics

Fears: Sharks

Favorite Color: Purple

Favorite Food: Pork chops with gravy and grits

Personality: Ticia is just plain violent most of the time, with no real reason behind it other than she's bored. She views people only as opponents for her to crush, so she doesn't have the best people skills. If you manage to beat her in a fight, you will gain her respect, but you will also have to fight her again and again until she beats you, because she simply can't accept losing. The only reason she stays at the inn is because she hasn't beaten Eric yet.

History: Ticia is a demon from the underground city of Karn. She left the city at age 16, because of a falling out with her family, and took her younger sister Alycia with her on her travels because she was the only member of her family that Ticia really cared about. However, after an argument with Alycia, Alycia left, leaving Ticia to live her own life. Ticia has mostly lived in the desert for most of her life, serving the ruler as a bodyguard while disguised as a man. She has always wanted to become the strongest person in the world, and traveled the earth looking for new opponents to fight. When she was defeated by Eric, she decided to stay in his inn looking for weaknesses so that she'd finally be able to beat him one day. So far, she hasn't suceeded.

Trivia: Ticia's demon power is unknown, but many think it is enhanced strength and speed.

Ticia's bangles on her ankles were a gift from the Desert King.

Her bo staff is heavier than most of it's kin.

Her sister Alycia is a model.

Interview with Anna de Johnn

The pub is dim and smoky, causing me to cough as I enter from the clear cold air outside. Unraveling my scarf, I scan the room for the person I am supposed to meet. A person catches my eye and waves me over to their empty table, a heavy cloak shadowing their face and body.
As I sit down, I smile, searching the dark shadow underneath the hood for a glimpse of a face. The person refuses to give me the pleasure of seeing their face, instead reaching into the folds of its cloak and retrieving a small silver medallion.
“Take it.”
The voice, soft and slightly hoarse, is a woman’s, or perhaps more accurately, a girl’s. Confidently, I reach out and take the slightly warm silver. Since I am not a demon, the metal does not sear my flesh. If it had burned me, or if I had refused to take the silver, I had no doubt that the girl would have killed me where I sat.
Satisfied, the girl takes back her medallion and pushes her hood back a few inches, revealing a pale oval face with bright green eyes.
“I understand you wanted to ask me some questions?” she asks, still a little warily. I understand her anxiety; it is so difficult to trust anyone in this world what with demons everywhere.
“Yes,” I answer. “I am very interested in your story, Anna de Johnn.”
She twitches at the sound of her own name.
“Now, about you, Anna,” I continue. “Could you please tell me how you came to be in this world?”
She jerks again, this time in surprise.
“You know a lot for a human,” she says, eyeing me curiously.
“Not really,” I reply, “I just use my eyes and ears. But please, I wish to hear this story.”
I already have a pen and notebook with me, so I listen as Anna recounts the events of her travels up to this point. But these, I know about. I want to know a few more things about her.
“Anna, would you mind if I asked you a few more personal questions?”
“I suppose not,” she says, looking thoughtful.
“All right then. What do you really think of all of the other Destined?”
Her brow wrinkles.
“Well, I suppose Monica is a decent person, but she’s a little overeager, if you know what I mean. She’s just bursting with excitement about being a warrior. I sometimes wish that I had that kind of enthusiasm. Kealia is nice, but she’s very carefree. She wants to defeat the demons, but I get the feeling that she’d rather do it later. Sae is probably the person I trust most. She’s saved my life a few times and she was the first person to swear loyalty to me. And Jacqueline? I don’t like her. Period. She’s a horrible, nasty, selfish little snob who cares about no one but herself. As much as I hate it, I have to work with her in order to save this world.”
I nod, scribbling a few notes on the notepad and adding a few more lines to the picture of Anna that I am doodling.
“How is your relationship with Zeira?”
Anna smiles.
“Well, it’s difficult to tell sometimes. You see, sometimes I think she hates me and sometimes I think she’s really fond of me. She’s risked her life for me many times and I’ve done the same for her. Dragons are pretty difficult to figure out, but I’ve been getting the hang of it. I really think that we’re starting to work as a team.”
“What about Saka?”
She starts, almost upsetting the table in her surprise.
“Saka?” she stammers, clasping her hands firmly in front of her to stop their shaking. “I . . . I don’t have any relationship with him . . .”
She trails off, looking embarrassed.
“Well, how about one last question before I leave: If given the chance, would you go back to Ygen?”
Anna doesn’t move, instead studying her interlaced fingers.
“You know,” she says finally, “if you had asked me that question when I first came here, before I witnessed all of the hardships of this world, then I would have said yes. But now, after I’ve witnessed the demons’ cruelty and the desperation of these people, I say no. I’ll stay and fight for them.”
I smile and stand. Anna looks up, slightly alarmed by my sudden rise.
“So that’s all?” she asks, pulling the hood further over her face.
“Yes.”
“Why did you want to know all of this anyway? Are you a scribe?”
“Something like that,” I answer, as I walk out of the door and away from Anna de Johnn.

Loor

Well, this is Loor, one of the newest characters I've created. He's based off of a dream, as are many of my characters, about four mages trying to fight their way out of a science facility while their path is blocked by various enemies, like robots, fellow inmates, and even at one point, a black hole of some kind. Anyway, the power of these four mages centered on four rings, one for each person. One could control elements, one could heal and create barriers, another was a telekinetic, and then there was Loor, who didn't seem to have a power, except that magic didn't really effect him. Then, as they were facing the toughest enemy yet, which none of them could defeat, Loor stepped up. As it turns out, Loor was the Anti-Mage, a weapon created by the science group (which I later named Exodus) to destroy mages. He is not affected by magic of any kind, and is very difficult to kill. At the time, I wasn't sure how far his abilities ranged, but now I have a pretty good idea of how they work. Anyway, I never found out if Loor and the others got out of the complex, but it did make me want to make my own story for them.

Actually, Loor was never named in the dream, it was only later when I thought the name "Lore" would fit him. I changed it to "Loor" because it looked better and felt right. He had green hair in the dream, I swear.

This drawing of him was sketched first in pen, without any pencil sketches beforehand, and then colored with markers. I like markers because they make nice smooth colors, but they don't blend well and it is difficult to get a good skin tone. This may also be due to the fact that I have pretty cheap markers.

Also, on a side note, this blog seems to be turning into my art gallery. I don't mind, but I'd like to know someone saw this stuff.