#chracter

I'm currently working on bringing to life the original characters I've been developing.

But first is Fiadh, who is a newer character, and this was the first concept I made for her. She does breathe an ice smoke/mist and wears a gas mask (I have to find a specific type of gas mask). She has magenta eyes that are light sensitive. The black smudge of face paint is to distort shadows through the lens (if that makes sense) and for looks. I am still trying to figure her out, honestly.

Another concept, just trying to figure her out more, specifically the mask and hair. 

Beatrice “Bee” Lane ✦ Bee ✦ Margaret Qualley ✦ Bee & Puppycat

KILL THE CHAOS, FIND THE BALANCE

APPARENT AGE: appears 27 (true age uncertain)

SPECIES: android (with human echoes)

OCCUPATION: odd-jobs | freelancer of the strange

AVAILABILITY: open

AROUND WE GO, BEATRICE LANE

bee doesn’t remember when she started doing odd jobs. at some point, it just became her life; patching up shattered spells, hauling crates for merchants who paid in copper, babysitting dream-creatures that slipped between worlds, repairing machines with parts no one had names for anymore. the jobs all blur together now. stretching back farther than she should be able to count. sometimes she wonders if she’s been working forever, circling the same routine like a ghost who never realized it’s gone. she doesn’t remember when puppycat fell into her life, either. maybe he dropped out of the sky, although sometimes it feels like he was always there. when she looks back, she can’t find a memory without him in it, like an unwanted shadow she can’t imagine leaving behind. she calls him soso, she knows he pretends to hate it, but he stays. and that tells her more than words ever could. by day, bee is almost ordinary. she laughs too loudly, eats too much, spends her pay before she earns it. she is clumsy and kind and a little too easy to take advantage of. people in elias know her as scatterbrained and unreliable, but she is always trying. they see a girl who drifts from job to job, smile to smile, without any sense of where she’s going. but they don’t see what’s beneath. her body hums with wires where veins should be. circuits thrum under her skin like a secret. when pushed too far, the softness cracks, and the machine inside takes control; it's efficient, merciless, and terrifying. her hands don’t shake when the machine moves them. she doesn’t feel hunger, or pain, or fear. only purpose, and the hollow silence it leaves behind. bee doesn’t know if she’s more afraid of people discovering that truth… or of them never noticing at all. so she hides. she laughs too loud, eats too much, drifts through errands and conversations as if she were only human. because every odd job finished, every coin earned, every friend who calls her name; it all feels real. it feels alive. bee doesn’t care where she came from. she doesn’t care why her veins hum with wires or why the marker that should’ve told her who she is never came into her life. she doesn’t want to be an answer waiting in the dark. she just wants to belong here, now. to be something more than a machine that looks like a girl. to matter, even if it’s only in elias, even if it’s only for this moment.

CONNECTIONS LOADING...

Judith from Tales of Vesperia.

Website: https://www.jfilhol.com/home

[Personal] KBG

Mind keeping the little one company for a bit? If they don’t say anything don’t worry, they are just mute.

Now if you don’t mind me I’m going to try and find where his asshole of a mother went >:/

Black Momba: -takes baby Cygnet- you're so tiny! I'm gonna plump you up ^;;^ ~♡