#zephi

It's been an arduous couple of months so I decided to reward myself by finally drawing Zephi/Charlie as the one meme. I get to draw mine and my friend's OCs as a treat oh boy. I got a little sucked into the details, obviously. It was fun though! Interesting to study the painterly style of the original cover since I haven't really colored that way in like... almost a decade whoops.

OG book cover aaaand also a very important sh!tpost:

There she is our cannibal queen Also some rough stuff for Working Week Zephi

A headshot of my persona.

Drew a headshot of my persona like weeks ago. (It’s late I know).

It’s not a skelesona.

Some Splatoon styled icons I’ve done over the last year, none which are actually Splatoon related! They are all fun nonetheless. 

Living a quiet life in a small town, Zephi was a Hero to many. In a corrupt world where the rich flourished and the poor perished, Zephi did everything in her power to bring justice to those in need.

As a young tielfing to human parents, her life was never easy. Even though she compensated those in need, she still had prejudice against her. Tieflings were always seen as evil and no gooders, just because of their heritage.

For most of her life, she worked on a small farm with her parents, tending to the animals and taking care of the crops. During her days off she would fed the homeless, find homes for abandoned animals and give her hard earned money to the poor. No matter what she did or how nice of a gesture she made, there were always eyes on her, like actions were fake or of malicious intent.

During a recession, the town became more and more corrupt as the tyrant of the town began cutting back on expenses for the lower class citizens,making the rich even richer and digging deeper graves for everyone else. This made Zephi extremely unhappy and set out to take back what was theirs.

She began stealing from corrupt merchants to give back to those who needed it more. Zephi became a Hero to the people, being their savior and their ally. She was helping the homeless off the streets, paying for children to attend school, and bringing hope and joy back into the eyes of her people. However, even still, there were sniggers and glares, rumors and lies. 

As time went on, it only got worse. People started to refuse her money, they walked away when she tried to speak with them and gave her horrible looks when she walked through the streets. The town Tyrant was aware of her stealing from his merchants and paid for her capture, dead or alive. He was turning the people against her, punishing her for her crimes against their rule.

One day while attempting to pickpocket a shady merchant, she was suspicious as to how quiet the streets were. As she approached a fruit stall, she asked he merchant for a bag of his finest apples for her parents. Zephi held out a shiny silver coin.  Instead of taking the money, the merchant grabbed her wrist. “THE DEMON IS HERE!” he yelled into the streets, as people ran to his aid. He tried wrapping his arms around Zephi to restrain her but she butted her horns into his face, causing him to fall to the ground. Zephi began sprinting into the woods.They chased after her, belting her with rotten food and empty bottles.

Eventually she was far enough ahead to lose the chasers, she fell to her knees beside a small stream. Zephi began to cry, tears streaming her cheeks. An anger built up inside her, she would get her revenge on the people that did her wrong. She couldnt believe the betrayal, all she wanted was to help and they spit back in her face. The tyrant wanted her killed and the people would stop at nothing to get their hands on her.

She fell forward onto her elbows and wept into the soft earth beneath her. The forest fell dead silent before it was interrupted by a small bell chiming. “Ting-a-ling”.

Zephi suddenly snapped her head up and looked around for the source of the noise. “Ting-a-ling” The bell rang out again, this time behind her, she quickly refocused her gaze, squinting into the distance, curious at to what was out there.

A small, bird-like rabbit ran by her feet, carrying the bell sound with each hop. It was wispy and almost transparent, as if it were an illusion. It’s feet seemed to float ever so slightly off the ground, but it was still very quick and the bell continued to chime as it ran across the river.

Amazed by this mysterious creature, Zephi followed, trudging her way across the small river and weaving her way through the branches to catch the small creature. Seeing it sneak under a large bristled bush with a small wisp of air, Zephi had to push her way through the thick and tough branches to get to where the creature was leading her.

It suddenly lead into a large opening, flanked by cherry blossom trees and a shimmering silver lake right in front of her. At the other end of the lake was a large throne and a shadowy blue and silver figure sat with his arms and legs folded neatly.

The figure lifted his left arm, held it in the air for a second and clicked his fingers. The small click seemed to echo loudly around the glade. A rumbling grew around the edges of the trees and  hundreds of the small rabbit-like creatures errupted from the ground. They all ran to the right side of the throne, hopping one on top of the other. They started to mold and shift into another form. The tiny creatures became one giant stag, it was wispy and transparent and seemed to glow with a feint blue light. It raised up on its hind legs and let out a hundred bell chimes, overlapping and harmonising as it fell back down to the ground.

The figure stood up and gracefully crossed the river, approaching Zephi slowly. Still in awe by everything that happened, she watched as he moved in front of her, lifting his hand up to hold her chin up. “Aren’t you a pretty one” he snarled, showing off his canine teeth in a smirky grin. “I’ve been watching you, young tielfing, and I have a proposition for you”

Zephi could feel the cold from his touch and his icy breath on her face. He stood at least 6ft tall, with long, white hair and eyes and sky blue skin. His black armor only covering his bottom half and shoulders, dusted with ice and frost. This tall figure was devastatingly beautiful, Zephi had never seen anyone like this before. She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“W-what do you w-want?” she muttered, before he turned around and began skating lightly over the river. A low laugh bellowed from deep in his chest. He stopped in the middle of the now ice covered river and turned to face her again.

“ I see how they treat you” His expression now empathising. “I know what it’s like to be an outsider, for people to treat you differently because of how you look”.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, I have to go” Zephi turned to run away but he was suddenly right in front of her. “They call you demon” he continued, “they tease you, demean you, watch their pockets around you...and why?”. He threw his hands up,“ Because you’re different?”. He held Zephi’s face in his hands, the cold caressing her skin.

She closed her eyes and began to whimper softly. “I’m not evil...I’m NOT a demon”, her eyes filling with tears. “I can help you” he whispered “ I can free you from this surface world, I can give you power that you could never imagine” He showed off his sharp teeth again with his grin. 

“Isn’t that what you want?, wouldn’t you like to leave all those who hurt you behind and in turn gain power?”. Still in awe by this gorgeous being in front of her, all she could do was nod, tears still in her eyes. He Grabbed her hand and led her to the throne where he sat her down.

“Who are you?” Zephi whimpered. He chucked to himself, “I, my dear, am the Prince of Frost, an Archfey, If you will” He bowed before her. “Us Archfey...”, he continued “...we like to make deals” A large scroll appeared in his hands. 

“What kind of deal?” Zephi questioned, she began to get very nervous. “ It’s nothing major, I promise” The prince pulled a blue quill out of his armor. “ You do a favour for me and I do a favour for you, it’s really simple, but I need to know you’ll hold up your end of the bargain” The scroll and quill slowly floated over in front of Zephi’s face.

“What sort of favour?” She stood up from the throne, “what if I don’t wish to do it?” She tried to intimidate him by using her thaumatergy to make her eyes blood red.

“Don’t be silly” He waved his hand over her face and removed her cantrip. “Simply put, I sense a disturbance, an extremely powerful disturbance on this material plane, and I need you to find out what it is”

“And what do I get in return?” she spat back at him. “Like I promised before, unimaginable power and freedom from this surface world, and all you have to do, is this small favour for me” He sat her back down and moved the scroll and quill in front of her again, beckoning her to sign.

Zephi became hesitant and kept looking around for somewhere to run. The Prince was becoming impatient. “Don’t you wish the sterotypes would stop? Aren’t you sick of people treating you like shit?. Think of everyone that hurt you, that put you down, that wanted to believe that you couldn’t ever be anything other than evil” His voice boomed around the glade. 

He could see that she was becoming emotional “I can make it all go away, you’ll never have to worry again” his voice now soft and soothing. “Do me this favour, and I can help you”

Zephi lifted up her hand and reached out for the quill. She took the scroll in her other hand. The writing on the scroll was unintelligible, but she signed anyway. The scroll and quill poofed into a small mist and a loud laughter erupted from the Prince. “THE PACT IS SIGNED”, he announced into the glade, as the giant stag burst into the hundreds of small rabbit-like creatures once more.

Zephi was lifted a few inches into the air and the creatures one by one entered her body. The small bell like chimes filled the glade with beautiful music as they dispersed into her small body, one by one.

“You now have your powers, as promised” he grinned “But you still owe me your side of the bargain, which you signed for” The scroll now appearing in his hand. “Good luck on your travels.....Zephi”. A massive bright flash shot in front of Zephi’s face and the glade and everything in it and surrounding it were gone. Zephi was back in the forest, It was even darker than she’d thought. She ran back out of the forest, tripping over rocks and sticks in her panic.

A few days later, after getting the hang of some of her powers, she stumbled upon a small entrance in the forest where she originally found the glade. 

Except this time, it wasn’t a glade, but a small cave opening of some sort. Standing at the side of the opening was the Prince, still as handsome as ever, playing with a shard of ice.

Before Zephi could speak, a massive sharp pain shot  up her left leg. She looked down to see a long poisonous arrow. Her vision blurred and she blacked out.