#vyolette

Doodles from a new campaign feat. Dr Worm, more nonsense, a pose study

Libellula, my newest PC's sword and patron. Vyolette's a hexblade warlock and drow, who's patron - a shadow dragon/fly - is imprisoned within the sword using dark magic.

Vyolette, eavesdropping: Oh shIT oH FuCK I've been made I've been had I've been quite possibly Bamboozled

The changes are less major compared to some other ones so they are in a different style than I normally do for redesigns.

That's all of series 2 and I already have ideas for series 3. I should try to make some Skins for brawlers without any. And once again, if you like these check out my other concepts if ya like. Anyhow see you later!

Vyolette wasn't happy with this. Not happy at all. They already thought it had been an awful prank, or a terrible thing to put people through, but one thing in particular They rushed over and slammed their hands on the desk moments after Alexandra sits down, rage painted on their features.. "What the hell do you mean our loved ones? What the hell are you planning?" They screamed. Another slam on the desk. "Don't just sit there silently, tell me what the hell you're doing here! What have you done with my family!? Why are you..." Vyolette's vision went black for a few moments, followed by them having to take some deep breaths. It had felt like all of the wind had been knocked out of them. Was this some kind of magic? Or... reality finally catching up to them? It seems as though that last outburst of anger was enough for Vyolette to finally tip over the line from tired to exhausted. As much as they had tried to, they hadn't really been able to sleep well. For all their grandstanding about how much being trapped here wasn't so bad... they seemed to have been wrong after all. They needed to sleep. Properly. But knowing what they now knew about these new rules and circumstances, a night on the couch didn't feel the same any more. It was a risk. A risk Vyolette didn't want to take. So reluctantly. They relented. They would accept this as the new normal. But not for long. They glanced over to the double doors and the thought of just rushing out overtook them. But the memory of Teddi laying on the floor like that... They sigh, straightening up and crossing their arms over, looking down at their shoes. "Can... you pass me a room key? Room 1, since I'm Number 1... or something. I'm going to bed and I'm going to not try to think of this nonsense you're bringing up." Regardless of whether they got their key or not, Vyolette would depart soon after, drained and frowning.

Vyolette wasn't exactly sure about the floor they were waking up on. This sure seemed like the kind of fancy floor that was far too fancy to be passing out on. Was this some sort of partying too hard escapade? Although as the memories of what they were doing flooded back to them... Yeah, they probably weren't partying in the middle of class. Looking around... Man, this group looked like they all walked out of a fashion magazine. Well, most of them. So many different types of clothes... Whilst they were still trying to take in what was going on, the whole incident with Teddi happened. Well, if they needed an incentive to stay in here, they sure got one! They would have helped, but it seemed like people more knowledgeable got there first. Who was that mysterious person with the plague doctor mask? Was this like... Hell? Maybe everyone here is from a different time period or something? Man... They actually needed a bit of alone time for once, to get their bearings and to think. What better use of their time than to explore the hotel they would apparently be living in? Off Vyolette went to explore, having not said a word the entire time. Wahoo.