Hellada

«Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,“

Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”»

Wish him a happy birthday.

Meet Obato Takeshi. One of my characters. A manga artist with schizophrenia who moved to Russia and met his love and friend there.

He draws a detective with elements of psychological horror.

At the age of 9, he lost his father, who was also a mangaka. At the age of 21, while in Russia, he learned that his mother had also been murdered.

An unexpected sketch of a character from a dream. In that dream, the dead remained at the scene of their deaths, continuing their work. This one was guarding and protecting. A skeleton in a uniform, with a revolver and a commanding voice, who helped a group of teenagers defeat a maniac.

— What are you bringing me on my birthday?

— Myself.

My favorite, among the bastards

Just an old sketch