Wanted to join up with the summer doodle fun following @theparkhurstalchemists âs post here

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Wanted to join up with the summer doodle fun following @theparkhurstalchemists âs post here

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A pic of Duard for @rathwald A good worgen who maybe makes questionable friends ;)
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Iâve been having a very very bad week. Doodling these two will cheer me up.
Iâm just happy the Gilnean grouch has a monocle and his new jacket in-game now.
The need for a draught
A few swings of his broom and the goose finally began to vacate the doorway of the haberdashery, giving a final rebellious honk until another tap from the brush warded it off for good. Duard cleared his throat as the white-feathered beast waddled away towards the Lionâs Rest or wherever it saw fit.Â
The door slammed behind him after he re-entered the small shop. He shoved the broom next to the doorway, the loud wooden thump sounding off the manâs frustration knowing that he would need to fetch it again because of that goose. His fingers scratched at the side of his face, agitated. There was no itching feeling, but he just needed to scratch--
The damned thing is just going to come back. I should just kill it. Just grab the knife next time... or better yet, the daggers~Â
Duardâs left hand tilted towards his face and he glared carefully at his palm. Fingers began to flex a few times to estimate the strength of his grip. He brushed his palm with his right finger to feel where the calluses would be: softening up. These hands were forgetting what it felt like to hold daggers. They quivered, begging for the action once more. Please, for old timeâs sake--
No. Now in place of the daggers were quills and paper, cloth and leather. The careful precision that once targeted hearts, spines, throats, and arteries now focused on more delicate crafts. More productivity and legitimate work, but the distractions were worsening. A tiresome issue, but one he shouldnât have to deal with for long. He would receive his much-delayed draughts soon enough, and then things would be better, again. Until then, just deal with it...

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In THat Mood to try a tarot card style WIP and so far I think I did Duardâs faceclaim justice Then an adjustment for his face scar to be bigger (worgen claws big), and I got a nice lip scar, too.
Era Aesthetics
Duard
(tagged by @theparkhurstalchemistsâ)
Bold: Yes Italics: Partially
đđđđđđđđ: Â tired eyes. Â coffee stains on the table. Â listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. Â ponytails. Â sunlight seeping through the curtains. Â chapped lips. Â walking barefoot across the floorboards. Â dusty dictionaries. Â black and white reruns. Â huge sweaters. Â the ticking of the clock. Â hearing birds in the morning. Â fireplaces. Â falling asleep during class.
đđđđđđđđđđđ: Â freckled skin. Â the sun rising. Â watching the sea. Â taking shots of the city. Â historical museums. Â bright eyes. Â looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. Â tracing your fingers on the sand. Â painting for hours. Â staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. Â worn paperbacks. Â messy braids. Â going to bed with your kneesocks on.
đđđđđđđ: Â dark hair. Â a little sophisticated. Â always observing the world around you. intricate designs. Â high ceilings. Â extravagant musical pieces. Â dim room lights. Â colorless photographs. Â fancy furniture. Â pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. Â bitten nails. Â candlelight dinners. Â dark shades of lipstick. Â
đđđđđđđđđ: Â chandeliers. Â the clinking of a teacup mug. Â laced clothing. Â modern architecture. Â light hair. Â watching the view from the terrace. Â hidden birthmarks. Â drinking tea in the morning. Â wandering about in an empty building. Â botanical gardens. Â old films. Â ancient marble sculptures. Â expensive perfume cologne. Â breakfasts in bed. Â reading stories about mythology.
đđđđđđđđ: Â compassion. Â short writings on scraps of paper. Â blushed cheeks. Â a bouquet of roses. Â reading collections of poetry late at night. Â loose hair. carpeted floors. Â attending operas. Â faint music playing in the background. Â staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. Â streetlights. Â picking flowers. Â dancing around in silk dresses. Â scented candles.
Muse Rollcall
Currently only these four boys. Made quick sketches of them to get to know their faces. Run-down on their name, in-game names, and roles.
Duard A. Patternost
In-game: Ar*bert (*yea screw other popular mmo for taking his name lmao)
Game Class: Rogue
Role(s): Accountant/Bookkeeper, part-time haberdashery assistant, failing author, well-trained assassin and merc.Â
(Duard is the De Facto face of this blog)
Tobrecan Shakspere
In-game: Shakspere (sounds like Shakespeare)
Game Class: Shaman
Role(s): Quartermaster of The Happy Harlot (if the Captain would ever decide to sail again), Architect, Discount Tidesage for hire, (or hire for bodyguarding, or building ships, or anything he needs the money).
Bordus Burlybrow
In-game: Bordus
Game Class: Monk
Role(s): Chef (with no boundaries), brawler, brewer. Professional food critic. Unprofessional boxer.
Bernwick Geardawdle
In-game: Bernwick
Game Class: Hunter
Role(s): Obvious Gnome Tinkerer, former toymaker. Did not go to gnome-college. Sniper and saboteur.Â