Here's a character from another of my stories called *Chimon ~ Assassin of the White Light*. Her name is Chimon Missan (pronounced key-MOHN mee-SAHN). She's a 21 year old assassin with a thrill for the job and a mouth of a sailor. She also stands at 5'11". She has many weapons at her disposal, including two custom broadswords with special serrated edges "for easy cutting" (her words) and can deflect bullets, a crossbow pistol kept in her small messenger bag, and two grappling hooks kept in pouches on either side. Chimon works for the Assassins of the White Light, led by an old man who goes by "Shousen". She is mentored by a blind yet competent assassin named Rayuto Schen.

A line-up of some OCs from a story I'm currently working on called *Parallels*. Their designs are slightly different now, but this is just to show off their signature weapons.

The short story below is correlated with the image above.:

"My name is Catherine. I was born with a weak immune system. So weak that if I end up catching something, I could die. It's a curse I'm permanently bound to. Before I could go to school, I had to go to the doctor with my parents to prepare for interacting with other kids. I was recommended to wear a mask the whole day and could not take it off. Every school year, the other kids looked at me funny. Some spread rumors about me. Some even tried to take my mask off. The moment they tried, they ended up on the ground, covering their own face. I got mixed reactions from my teachers when this happened. Some didn't care and some reprimanded me. One time when a teacher punished me for not taking my mask off when answering her question, I told my parents and I cannot tell you how small that teacher looked when my parents yelled at them for putting my life at risk. I barely had friends. Not many people were understanding of my predicament and would sometimes ridicule me for wearing my mask.
Finding a job was tough. I wanted to pursue a career in fashion design, but my interviews did not go well. They either thought my mask was unnecessary, unappealing, or had trouble understanding me, even though I did my best to make my voice clear enough. I ended up getting an office job that thankfully didn't require me to speak too much. However, that didn't go well after being poked and prodded about my mask by my coworkers. While some were understanding, others thought I was full of **** and ridiculed me for it. I ended up quitting when the ridicule took a toll on my mental health and made me feel ashamed to wear this mask, even though I needed it to live.
As the years go by, it got worse for me. I was harassed everywhere I went with my mask by men, women, even teens. I could count on two hands the attempts to rip my mask off by random strangers. Sometimes they got knocked out by either me or someone else, sometimes the police were called. Fortunately, I was never arrested, but I was ready to lose my mind. My parents recommended I ignore the assholes, and I lost it on them, blaming them for my condition. I may have stepped too far with that, but ignoring doesn't always fix the problem.
My patience was disappearing, and my tolerance for other people was gone. I hated humanity. Humanity to me was an unavoidable disease that was putting me at risk. I had nothing but a desire to be free from that encroaching disease, finally take this wretched mask off, and smile for the first time in decades. But then, nobody will ever see my smile, except for me. It'll be like how it has always been. A cruel fate was handed to me, and my only escape is death. Ironic how much I want to escape, yet I want to live. What cold mortality."

I don't have any plans with this character, but I feel like sharing.

I haven't done art of something that isn't a fictional character in a long time, but this ship might as well be one, considering its importance in my story, Parallels. This is the Barracupid, a decommissioned steam-powered airship that was bought at an auction for Priscilla Sauveterre by her father for her high school graduation. It's named after the barracuda, due its appearance, and Cupid, due to its "fins" being "wings". Priscilla uses it to travel around the world and to find inspiration for her art.
The idea of the ship was inspired mostly by the Saint Nazaire from the CGI cartoon, Skyland. This is also a color concept, I might make some changes or add more detail, but the general shape or form is final.

2020 is finally done. 2021 is next on the backlog.

The watcher of the stars and galaxies is being a little sassy.

The original Pegasus Knight love interest.

Another drawing of a personal OC. Andromeda's got a love for teal and frills, and, yes, that is still her real name. She prefers to be called by her first name or her full name. I wanted to give her a very haughty name, so I named her after Andromeda (the name of a galaxy that was named after the princess from Greek mythology), Bentley (a British luxury car manufacturer), and Corona (the Latin word for crown), making her initials A.B.C.

This outfit adds +20 sass to Daisy's already-full sass meter.

The main protagonist of my story *Evening*, where she and 9 other random strangers are stuck in a game of survival, surveyed by Gavin and Eden Night. She tries to take charge of the situation, but some don't accept her leadership.

Do you accept her judgement? Inspired by a moment in the later chapters of Fire Emblem Awakening.

Mavis is an gynoid-like robot from an extraterrestrial planet and is one of the protagonists from another of my stories, *Synthesis*. She is currently in her human disguise, while also being able to use one of her hidden weapons. Like her species, she speaks in a monotone voice, and her facial structure lacks the ability to convey human emotions, making her appear "deadpan".