Profile for one of the main characters of my soon to come comic “Of two worlds”. This project of mine has been around my head for well over four years, but life and other things has been pushing it back. I’ve been having a tiny break from studies so I managed to do some little profiles for some of the characters.

This is Kinasha and what she looked like during her teenaged years. She’s a Lightning Dragon (Blue-Eyes White Dragon...since she originally is a Yugioh! OC) and comes from a very high class family.

The story will focus roughly 30 years in the past, way before she even stepped foot into the human world. It will tell on how she came to be, and what happened during those years that made her become exiled from her lands.

Another profile! This time is Adina and her greedy little ass.

A dragon hybrid and Kinasha’s aunt, she never knew that she was part of the royal family until one night when fate allowed her to meet with her older brother. Despite this Adina refused the life between kings and queens, and continued to grow up being the foul-mouthed, rule breaker she is.

The lady is a bounty hunter and despite her older brother not enjoying one bit of this...she doesn’t care.

YES FOR MIRROR VERSE. BECAUSE. WE SHOULD DO SOMETHING WITH OFTWO-WORLDS.

The screams, the noises of destruction and pain, were once more echoing in the distance as the weak rays of lights were shining through the gaps between the calmly waving curtains, the room was otherwise silent, but Jim's head was full of sounds and life as he was still dreaming. It was morning, but the boy hadn't gotten up yet. He lied still in his bed, his eyes moving rapidly in his sleep til he suddenly opened them and sat up.

                                       "Father-!" a muffled gasp came out, leaving Jim breathless for a brief moment as he stared at the empty space between the end of his bed and the partly-open window. There was nothing there. The screams and shouts had faded completely. Just another dream, again.

Soon after he stood up from the bed, his blonde hair messy and his white shirt wrinkled after sleeping for so long. His mother was probably waiting already downstairs. Jim walked to the closest pieces of clothing he could see in his room, pulling on his brown trousers and a grey outer shirt, he would find his leathery jacket at the door when he'd go out. He only had time to simply ruffle his hair a bit before rushing downstairs, the house was silent, but he knew someone else had already woken up. He headed straight to the kitchen, seeing a silhouette of a man sitting by the table with a paper in his hand. "It seems they're once again starting to look for new cadets to join the trainee corps", a voice commented before the man took a sip from his cup. Jim knew it was about the Starfleet's notification. They had been spreading those notes all around the place, especially after the breaking of Wall Maria...

"Yeah", Jim replied simply to his stepfather as he went to drink a cup of tea before he would leave. He hadn't talked about his will to join the corps someday, more or less scared of his 'family's' reaction. But it was still his choice, kind of. He got to decide if he'd join or not. "I'm heading out", the boy announced after quickly finishing the tea. "Your mother's at the market by now, be back for dinner", his stepfather replied without even glancing at him. "Okay", Jim nodded, then walking to the door where his jacket was waiting for him. It was an old jacket made of leather, but it was his favourite.

And if he wasn't completely wrong, it was the day the corps would start taking in and testing their new cadet candidates, and Jim thought that he might pay a visit there.

It was probably a third night in a row during which Jim had to once again struggle with getting some good sleep. They had just launched off back into the space, and now this was happening. He had been quiet about it earlier, though, only for him to notice that it was getting harder and harder. The flashing images, fear and powerlessness were still haunting him, even if he hadn't been experiencing them after his miraculous healing, but only now. The nightmares had just started, without a warning.

It was a late evening when Jim was lying on his bed in his quarters, the lights were off and the silence was strongly present. It was peaceful, at least for a while, he had indeed fallen asleep, but soon the teasing had started. Jim was quiet first with only his hands moving slightly as he dreamed, but soon he rolled around, his sheet tightening around his waist like a rope. He remained still for a few seconds, then a trembling wave moved his body again, turning him to his other side. A deep frown appeared between his brows, a quiet mutter escaping his lungs. He was in agony, wanting to run away even if he couldn't. He felt trapped.

"N-no... no, don't..." a whimper was heard as the young Captain once more shifted in his dreams, his hand unconsciously looking for something to cling to as if it could provide him comfort and peace. "S-...Spo-... Please..."