#snuffers

"I think you know who my people are. Yes, we're what the Presbyter calls Snuffers. We hail from the Elder Continent. We have been denied. Our masks hide us from the boatman. We do not Partake. But perhaps, one day, we will."

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Yet another submission for @neathyfashioncoalition! This time of my dear Dr. Poppy, in a rare moment where to get to see beneath the careful layers of protection. Without his mask.

So to the rare person who might recognize Poppy but missed the fact that he's a Snuffer- Surprise!!

I did base the robe off mens' dressing gowns from the Victorian era, though I also wanted to take the opportunity to do some minor anatomy practice with a plus-sized man's chest. Hope that'll be alright.

A photo of a model I found on pinterest was used as reference. I also based the pattern off one from adobe stock.

After a few posts of sorting out some details with very helpful folk, I decided I wanted to draw my Nemesis PC and his loved one.

This story revolves around a nameless doctor in a plague mask. A rather strange man, he became the personal caretaker for a young girl named Bebe Rivera. In his time caring for the child, they became quite close despite an age and language barrier, and he even allowed her to give him the name "Poppy," assuming it was inspired by the flowers painted on her wheelchair.

Then tragedy struck one day when the doctor returned home to find that his ward had been murdered. She was dead at the tender age of six, permanently.

Out of fury for the senseless violence, for the life taken, Poppy swore that he would track down whoever killed his patient. His friend. His dau- ahem. Bebe, whoever killed Bebe. In a place like the Neath, where one can easily shrug off death, it's only a matter of time until he finds them, right?

Well... Now here's where I pull back the curtain and tell you Poppy's secret. Why it is he lacks a name and never shows anyone, even Bebe, what's beneath his mask. He's a Snuffer. The creatures that steal their faces from humans. He is one of those that have chosen to live among humans peacefully, hence him using a more literal mask as his face and tending to human patients as a doctor, but he is still a Snuffer nonetheless and most would not be pleased if this fact about him got out to the public. Furthermore, Snuffers do not come back from death like humans. If he dies before he can get his vengeance, that will be it for him. He will have to use his wits along with his strength to succeed in his goals.

It will be a few months before I truly begin Poppy's playthrough, as I wish to get through the rest of Light Fingers before I make yet another account for Fallen London, but I've fallen in love with these two characters all over again lately (pre-existing OCs lol) and couldn't ignore the urge to draw them.

Oh and while Bebe's death may be the inciting incident, I want to take a moment to assure everyone that this will not be the last time we see her. I am not so tasteless to use a disabled girl's death as simple motivation. In fact, I actually wouldn't mind if other players with physical disabilities of their own wanted to provide consultation on how to portray Bebe in an authentic and sensitive manner, especially if you're aware of how Nemesis ends.

I have an OC idea but I need someone more knowledgeable to help me weigh some pros and cons.

Fae, clay woman: I am tormented by the fact that I am made of stone and not flesh due to a lifetime of abuse and discrimination from humans who look down on me or see me as a threat. I have a turbulent relationship with humans as I both long to be part of them while despising them for having the privileges I don't for merely being born. I cannot blend in as a human under any circumstance, but I am tolerated because of what I can do for them.