#(v)isper

An old sketch with f!Visper after boring corpo party~

Small piece of Visper - his “possum” hands~

Just few spontaneous cyberdoodles~

Nothing unusual, just “older” Visper with corgi Nugget...

Just small basic info about Visper. If anyone curious :D

Visper was born into a prosperous family, where he was gifted with a different name. Not the name by which he is known now. For the first 6 years of his life everything was wonderful – he got attention and care from parents; spent evenings with his family, having fun and playing games and doing everything else that is inherent in a friendly, loving home. But Visper lost all this with the death of his parents at the hands of a cyberpsychopath, who went on a killing spree on that ill-fated day. Visper couldn’t accept the news. Unconsciously, a memory arose - the day before he had just seen a funny cartoon, in it the death of the heroes was staged, and they later appeared for an unexpected plot twist. The child's brain, still feeble and shocked by the news, decided that, perhaps for some unknown mysterious reason, his parents were also forced to hide, pretending to be dead...or maybe they were kidnapped..? There was no logic in his fantasies at that time, but what could a child do. He began to passionately believe in his fantastic theory. Since Visper did not have any other relatives or close family friends who could take the child under his wing, he was sent to an orphanage, and lived in it for 3.5 years. All the money that his parents had time to save - disappeared, due to "bureaucratic mistake".  

All this time, he cherished the hope that perhaps somewhere there his parents were still alive and he must find them ... and save them. He escaped from the orphanage, and for a while searched for evidence of his theory. No one been looking for him. He hung around the police station for so long that the officers began to recognize him. He desperately looked for information, but soon resigned himself and admitted that the fantastic theory was just a child's obsessive fantasy, a protective mechanism of the child's mind, which had nothing to do with reality.

At the age of 12, he joined a gang that accepted him as their own (so it seemed to him). His still small body could squeeze in lots of places without noise and get to what was needed. There, his face acquired the form that can be observed for many years after. They said: “Overcome the pain and it will disappear. This is your strength.”, while making another cut. Each new line on the skin dulled his feeling of pain - it didn’t disappear, but he got used to it. At some point, he thought that he had found a family that would always have his back covered, that he won’t be alone in this world anymore. Unfortunately, reality again did not align with what he imagined - after a few years the gang tried to get rid of him, so as not to share the jackpot with an extra mouth. After all, he was always "a stranger, useful for the time being." He managed, not without murders, to come to an agreement with his former comrades, and left the gang forever. For several years after that, he temporarily joined different gangs, but never again allowed himself to lose his vigilance.

Over the years of street activity, he developed shooting skills with preference in revolvers and sniper rifles and became proficient in hand-to-hand combat. He began attending rock concerts - mainly those where they performed covers of classics like the Samurai, whose work he loved since he escaped from the orphanage. Later he became interested in more melodic rock performed by Kerry Eurodyne. He continued to take odd jobs from his acquaintances, when he was noticed by a corpo, which assessed his abilities and potential. Eventually, Visper got into the corporation itself, first as a freelancer, and later as a full-fledged employee, solving all sorts of problems. His new place of employment, surprisingly, needed everything that he learned on the streets of Night City. But on behalf of his superiors, he sometimes had to act as a sort of "fixer", looking for executors or partners among other mercs, if the work involved tasks that were not included in his spectrum of possibilities. His new habitat partly influenced his tastes - he realized that he liked the way he looked in expensive suits, liked the taste of old whiskey and the smell of cigars (...). He liked soft bed linen and the possibility to sleep with almost any Joytoy. He decided not to get rid of the scars. Let them be a reminder, he thought. They were great for intimidation, and some people like to run their hands over them after sex. “Soothing,” said someone whose name Visper could no longer remember. They did not disturb him, so he let them stay.  

Visper, fem!version

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Favorite Color: This one!

But bigger preference to black and gray anyway :’з 

Currently Reading: many different personality/psychological books

Last song:  Carpenter Brut -  Anarchy Road

Last Movie: Luca by Pixar💦💦💦

Last Series: Why women kill(season 2) - the first season was a little more eventful, if I remember it right, but in general it’s pretty curious to watch what is happening there while I draw another picture xD

Sweet, Savory, or Spicy?

Sour :’D

Craving: Get out anywhere and get rid of things that don't allow me to do that

Tea or Coffee: Tea, mostly green, white like “silver needles” - very rich taste, but big love to hibiscus. Maybe milkshake👀

Currently working on: ...orders(commissions), lot of orders xD But I also find time for personal pictures sometimes, personal projects and original characters...

...and this tiny Possum Visper who's no longer able to single-handedly shoot his big sniper rifle with his tiny paws :’D

I dunno who to tag :’з