#character testing

...The room echoed with his footsteps. He walked around, looking for someone. His eyes couldn't see but a foot in front of him. "Hey.. hey, where am I? This isn't funny. If you're playing some joke on me, its not fucking fu-" He was cut off as he called out into the echo. He had bumped into something. As he stumbled back a bit, he tried to grab onto it. Hands pulled him closer. Two of them in a hug of sorts.

...It was Jackie. But- wait, no. No, Jackie's dead now. Jackie's gone. His body's gone. He shouldn't be here. But V couldn't care about how this was happening, or why, when, what, who. He was absolutely stunned to feel something familiar again. Everything felt like a blur of grey and red since he learned about the chip. When he learned that if he doesnt act fast, and with urgency, he'll cease to be himself. He'll be piloted by a dead man with a second chance.

He needed this. No words are spoken, but he can't seem to let go. He can't get over it. It hurts his heart everytime he thought about it. How he fought with him, how he got snappy and irritated just before his death, how he couldn't get him the help he needed in time. How, if he had been faster, if everything had been more tactical, Jackie might still be here. T-Bug might still be in her apartment. This chip may've never embedded into him. They'd all be rich and happy together.

Pinterest gave me an idea about characters having dark gradients on their arms. Dan’s posthuman tech form has dark arms. armored by the nanotech interwoven into his body. but I was feeling his arms looked fully mechanical when they are not. I thought the gradient would help sell the integration of flesh and tech a bit better but my full attempt ended up becoming artsy xD so here’s some phone doodle examples as well.  any though on the second image? 

1 just gradient

2 how i normally have been drawing his arms

3. staged but some tech patterns coming from the darker color

Adachi sat there with a serious look as the old abandoned shelter he had been staying at was silent with the sound of rain outside, the bindings on his right arm gave off a dim blue glow.  Any time he tried adjusting the binding in anyway, would be akin to sharp burning sensation akin to scalding hot water.  Otherwise there was barely any feeling from the arm.  That was his power, and his alone, bind, suppress, and release houkai energy.  

Although this was far from the usual usage of his power, he didn’t hesitate that moment to protect another from something highly potent in houkai, though his durability was often times the only thing he had going for him.   It was true that men were very uncommon, it was no wonder that it was known as Valkyrie, men were a rarity.  And you’d likely have to be of a bloodline or such to be anything worth noting in most cases, he never really to his knowledge. 

Adachi winced again, he needed to adjust the bindings to make sure they were functioning right, consider those bindings as a physical representation of his power, every so often in the middle of the pain or sometimes when dreaming, he’d see something strange, a blue light in the distance like he was looking down a cloudy filled space where that blue light was the only color in this place.

The sound of heavy rain broke his deep in thought state.  He had chosen to try and stay in hiding and have things consider him MIA, because he felt he would be putting a target on him, and more importantly the young lady who he managed to save with his power and to him, that was good enough for someone who originally had nothing to protect.  He pulled over a coat with a hood as he chose to step out for a moment.

Snow was falling on the cozy Gray village. It had come overnight, settling over the tiny homes, streets and benches like a thick blanket. It made her home look like it was inside a snow globe. All tiny huts and warm lamps to light the dirt roads in the wee hours of the morning. Truly picturesque.

It would be no surprise to anyone that Froze loved the snow. The cold hardly bothered her, and with those innate skills she had been born with it was fun to manipulate the ice and crystals around her. She made her own flurries of beautiful crystals and snowflakes swirl out from her hands, letting them flutter in the wind.

The angel wasn’t typically one to waste time like this but the first snowfall of the year always left her excited. Next she created a fair sized ring of solid ice on the ground around her—-a makeshift rink, which she glided around on with all the ease as if she were moving on the ground. The temperature dropped further. Not enough to be uncomfortable, at least for those properly dressed, but enough for there to be a noticeable difference in and out of Froze’s sphere of influence.

Some might think Froze wasn’t properly dressed but her body could acclimate to these temperatures easily. It was only when she turned around that she noticed there was another presence nearby. Well then. She was a little embarrassed to have been caught playing, but as usual she did not show it.