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Posted 12 years agoFull Name: Xylia “Bloomtender” Rekkan
Species: Rekkan Clan/Fox-Folk Immortal, anthro fox in appearance.
Gender: Female
Age and Place of Birth: Ancient; Honden
Appearance: Xylia lacks any 'humanlike' hair, her fur is a dark, oaken hue with two sandy bands, one under each eye, that run from her stunning green eyes down her cheeks. She stands at a comfortable five foot ten, with a modestly curvy build that conceals some real strength. Despite her competence as a fighter in her own right, she maintains a very feminine, poised demeanor. She tends to wear a set of leather armor, and a black cloak with a deep hood. When channeling her abilities, her eyes seem to radiate a soft, green light. Finally, she usually travels bare-pawed on delicate digitigrade legs to keep a better contact with the trees she travels along.
Family: Rekkan Clan, mostly deceased.
Friends: Fahl’Rekkan (Deceased), Ink-Tail (Ex-Communicated House Member)
Other Allies: Other members of the House of Truths and Lies
Rivals: Ink-Tail, Worshippers of Sen’Rekkan
Enemies: Sen’Rekkan
Love Life: Despite Ink-Tail’s incessant flirting, Xylia remains single
Likes: Solitude, forests, nature, flowers, hunting, people who know their place, loyalty
Hates: Hyperactive people, poets, knights and warriors, loud music, cities
Fears: Dishonoring her brother’s memory, losing control of his house, and Sen’Rekkan coming for her like he did for Fahl
Strengths: Cold and cunning, with an intimate understanding of survivalism and espionage
Weaknesses: Prideful to a fault, protective of her position, and quick to criticize others
Weaponry:
Sapling Bow and Sword: Xylia’s bow is alive and is able to flex and shape to her will, especially to grow back when broken. In fact, the heads of her arrows are often seeds that sprout into her chosen plant. The bow can be easily concealed by being mostly destroyed, and easily regrown without much effort from another seed. Her sword follows this same rule, but is much more rigid than her bow in order to hold an edge.
Abilities:
Touch of the Bloomtender: Xylia is able to force plants to grow through magical influence controlled by her will. With this ability, she is able to have the plants mutate in strange ways when growing, but oftentimes this is easier and requires less concentration if the seed it is growing from have been bred for certain traits already. Her most common varieties are as follows:
A large, semi-sentient carnivorous, purple flower with high-mobility. This plant derives nutrition through consuming other living things, and has a long, slick ‘tongue’ appendage amidst its toothy maw that is coated in a sticky substance for when a mere vicious bite will not suffice. It can ensnare its prey in a manner much like a frog by projecting its tongue. Varieties of this plant have proven to be entirely mobile and even quick, and multiple instances can act with a pack mentality similar to a wild canine. They are entirely subservient to Xylia’s will and will protect her with no regards for their continued existence.
A purple lotus blossom that grows from a seed stabbed or shot into a victim. Upon rooting, the plant’s root network works its way through to the host’s central nervous system and begins to mesh with it by means unknown. These persons undergo somewhat of a metamorphosis, taking on a sickly hue and gaining an abundance of sugar in the blood. These persons slowly lose higher brain function over prolonged exposure, but are quickly rendered entirely subservient to Xylia, and moreover, happy to serve their new mistress. As identity is steadily lost, these parties begin to simply refer to themselves as part of the ‘garden.’ They can be cured through magical means, but often suffer severe psychological trauma as a result. Xylia claims to be able to perfectly undo the process, but admits to having never done so. She quite adores her fawning servants. As an interesting note, she once tried to supplant Ink-Tail from the head of the house using one such flower, but it withered immediately after taking residence at the base of his skull. She did not try again.
The final common variety have been a multitude of purple and black rose-like flowers that can grow from a host victim or on a surface that produce barbed vines that secrete powerful toxins. Host victims are violently ravaged by the root systems of such plants and tend to decompose, quite painfully, within hours into compost for the flowers to feast on. Otherwise, the toxins have a potent psychological effect, causing the ensnared to tear themselves up more on the thorns, and endeavor to ensnare any that would rescue them, all while praising Xylia’s beauty and power. Her throne room is filled with instances of these plants.
Passive Abilities:
Universal Botany: Xylia inherently knows every plant that exists, or has existed, as part of her inherent connection to the wild, regardless of what planet the plant exists on. Her control of plants can extend to any of these as well. She has, on occasion, mutated local flora into ‘dryads,’ short-lived sentient beings which can relay experiences of the area to her through speech before decomposing. These dryads are often aware of things they would not biologically have been able to sense before mutations.
History:
Character Biography
Tel’Rekkan, patron and origin of the Rekkan clan was a notorious misogynist. Beyond the inevitable fate of his wife, he relegated all of the power he could to his sons, and divided his daughters into the service of their brothers based on numerous facets of their personality, their own abilities, and so on. Each brother’s house had a chance to argue for a particular sister to join it, but only two houses usually abstained from these bidding wars.
The first was the House of Eternity, domain of the ever-dormant Sen’Rekkan who, at the time, was oftentimes lost in his precognition. His father and mother would select a sister for this house, Elle, and one other, with no chance for a counter-argument. Tel’Rekkan’s decisions were law, and his sons agreed with his choices nonetheless. Sen was not to be disturbed from his contemplations by anyone beyond his father or his brothers.
The second was the House of Truths and Lies, domain of the trickster and near-eldest son, Fahl’Rekkan, four-tails. He never levied a bid for a sister in open argument, instead bribing his female siblings to act as spies and confidants in his brothers’ houses in exchange for some power. This remained true until Xylia was offered for bid, sparking one of the fiercest bidding wars the brothers had ever ventured into.
But, since Fahl had abstained so often, his coffers were full, and he easily won his sister. Unlike his brothers, he valued her opinion, trained her, encouraged her to hone her own strengths. Fahl was much more liberal than most of his brothers, save for the often silent Sen, and certainly more liberal than his father. He knew the sisters would inherent the true power someday.
So when the Brothers’ War broke out, and Sen began his bloody genocide against his brothers for their ‘crimes’ he left Fahl for last, tormenting him, plucking away at his eyes and ears in the other houses, closing a noose around his brother’s power and sanity. Fahl grew more irrational, obsessively paranoid, and violent once he knew the truth; his brother would kill him, it was inevitable. It was a matter of time.
So when the day finally came, and despite Fahl’s great power and Xylia’s attempts at intervention, Sen struck down his brother and simply left. Now the House of Truth and Lies had to restructure itself like all the others had in a changed world while the last brother went in search of his sinful father.
Xylia, like her brother, coveted power. She amassed a great network of spies, agents, and confidants. She never took his seat, however; the wound was too fresh, and she did not think it quite right. She ruled over the mortals of her brother’s domain in his absence until, one day, an acceptable replacement was born.
Ink-Tail was a renowned poet that came to be known amongst the sister in many houses for bearing an impossible resemblance to Fahl. He wandered and told tales, wooed women, and taught lectures. Xylia assumed that he was the obvious second coming of her brother; he was brilliant enough to orchestrate such a scheme, and had him brought to ‘his’ house and appointed to Fahl’s seat after he proved his wit to be an acceptable match.
What she could not stand, however, was his sly grin whenever he looked at her. Fahl had never looked at her that way, the way he looked at someone when he knew something about them they’d not realized. Ink-Tail was shrewd, but most unacceptably, he eagerly acquiesced to the demands of Sen’Rekkan upon his returns, and touted his virtues. Xylia flew into a rage after witnessing such a lecture, and tried to strike him down, but found that she could not. She chastised him, arguing to the House that no true reincarnation of Fahl’Rekkan would tolerate any of Sen’s lies. Ink-Tail merely smiled that smile, and stepped down, offering to exile himself from the House.
Xylia grew more protective of her power, and took up her brother’s throne afterwards. But, despite it all, she couldn’t shake this nagging feeling that was reinvigorated every time Ink-Tail passed through her domain on one of his pilgrimages, surrounded by a throng of adoring mortals who treated him as a deity in his own right. When Ink-Tail had stepped down, he’d laughed at her argument, plainly, before offering exile. He thought her to be a joke.
Every time Xylia remembered this, her fists clenched; the Bloomtender mistress of the House of Truth and Lies was no joke, and neither was her power.
Species: Rekkan Clan/Fox-Folk Immortal, anthro fox in appearance.
Gender: Female
Age and Place of Birth: Ancient; Honden
Appearance: Xylia lacks any 'humanlike' hair, her fur is a dark, oaken hue with two sandy bands, one under each eye, that run from her stunning green eyes down her cheeks. She stands at a comfortable five foot ten, with a modestly curvy build that conceals some real strength. Despite her competence as a fighter in her own right, she maintains a very feminine, poised demeanor. She tends to wear a set of leather armor, and a black cloak with a deep hood. When channeling her abilities, her eyes seem to radiate a soft, green light. Finally, she usually travels bare-pawed on delicate digitigrade legs to keep a better contact with the trees she travels along.
Family: Rekkan Clan, mostly deceased.
Friends: Fahl’Rekkan (Deceased), Ink-Tail (Ex-Communicated House Member)
Other Allies: Other members of the House of Truths and Lies
Rivals: Ink-Tail, Worshippers of Sen’Rekkan
Enemies: Sen’Rekkan
Love Life: Despite Ink-Tail’s incessant flirting, Xylia remains single
Likes: Solitude, forests, nature, flowers, hunting, people who know their place, loyalty
Hates: Hyperactive people, poets, knights and warriors, loud music, cities
Fears: Dishonoring her brother’s memory, losing control of his house, and Sen’Rekkan coming for her like he did for Fahl
Strengths: Cold and cunning, with an intimate understanding of survivalism and espionage
Weaknesses: Prideful to a fault, protective of her position, and quick to criticize others
Weaponry:
Sapling Bow and Sword: Xylia’s bow is alive and is able to flex and shape to her will, especially to grow back when broken. In fact, the heads of her arrows are often seeds that sprout into her chosen plant. The bow can be easily concealed by being mostly destroyed, and easily regrown without much effort from another seed. Her sword follows this same rule, but is much more rigid than her bow in order to hold an edge.
Abilities:
Touch of the Bloomtender: Xylia is able to force plants to grow through magical influence controlled by her will. With this ability, she is able to have the plants mutate in strange ways when growing, but oftentimes this is easier and requires less concentration if the seed it is growing from have been bred for certain traits already. Her most common varieties are as follows:
A large, semi-sentient carnivorous, purple flower with high-mobility. This plant derives nutrition through consuming other living things, and has a long, slick ‘tongue’ appendage amidst its toothy maw that is coated in a sticky substance for when a mere vicious bite will not suffice. It can ensnare its prey in a manner much like a frog by projecting its tongue. Varieties of this plant have proven to be entirely mobile and even quick, and multiple instances can act with a pack mentality similar to a wild canine. They are entirely subservient to Xylia’s will and will protect her with no regards for their continued existence.
A purple lotus blossom that grows from a seed stabbed or shot into a victim. Upon rooting, the plant’s root network works its way through to the host’s central nervous system and begins to mesh with it by means unknown. These persons undergo somewhat of a metamorphosis, taking on a sickly hue and gaining an abundance of sugar in the blood. These persons slowly lose higher brain function over prolonged exposure, but are quickly rendered entirely subservient to Xylia, and moreover, happy to serve their new mistress. As identity is steadily lost, these parties begin to simply refer to themselves as part of the ‘garden.’ They can be cured through magical means, but often suffer severe psychological trauma as a result. Xylia claims to be able to perfectly undo the process, but admits to having never done so. She quite adores her fawning servants. As an interesting note, she once tried to supplant Ink-Tail from the head of the house using one such flower, but it withered immediately after taking residence at the base of his skull. She did not try again.
The final common variety have been a multitude of purple and black rose-like flowers that can grow from a host victim or on a surface that produce barbed vines that secrete powerful toxins. Host victims are violently ravaged by the root systems of such plants and tend to decompose, quite painfully, within hours into compost for the flowers to feast on. Otherwise, the toxins have a potent psychological effect, causing the ensnared to tear themselves up more on the thorns, and endeavor to ensnare any that would rescue them, all while praising Xylia’s beauty and power. Her throne room is filled with instances of these plants.
Passive Abilities:
Universal Botany: Xylia inherently knows every plant that exists, or has existed, as part of her inherent connection to the wild, regardless of what planet the plant exists on. Her control of plants can extend to any of these as well. She has, on occasion, mutated local flora into ‘dryads,’ short-lived sentient beings which can relay experiences of the area to her through speech before decomposing. These dryads are often aware of things they would not biologically have been able to sense before mutations.
History:
Character Biography
Tel’Rekkan, patron and origin of the Rekkan clan was a notorious misogynist. Beyond the inevitable fate of his wife, he relegated all of the power he could to his sons, and divided his daughters into the service of their brothers based on numerous facets of their personality, their own abilities, and so on. Each brother’s house had a chance to argue for a particular sister to join it, but only two houses usually abstained from these bidding wars.
The first was the House of Eternity, domain of the ever-dormant Sen’Rekkan who, at the time, was oftentimes lost in his precognition. His father and mother would select a sister for this house, Elle, and one other, with no chance for a counter-argument. Tel’Rekkan’s decisions were law, and his sons agreed with his choices nonetheless. Sen was not to be disturbed from his contemplations by anyone beyond his father or his brothers.
The second was the House of Truths and Lies, domain of the trickster and near-eldest son, Fahl’Rekkan, four-tails. He never levied a bid for a sister in open argument, instead bribing his female siblings to act as spies and confidants in his brothers’ houses in exchange for some power. This remained true until Xylia was offered for bid, sparking one of the fiercest bidding wars the brothers had ever ventured into.
But, since Fahl had abstained so often, his coffers were full, and he easily won his sister. Unlike his brothers, he valued her opinion, trained her, encouraged her to hone her own strengths. Fahl was much more liberal than most of his brothers, save for the often silent Sen, and certainly more liberal than his father. He knew the sisters would inherent the true power someday.
So when the Brothers’ War broke out, and Sen began his bloody genocide against his brothers for their ‘crimes’ he left Fahl for last, tormenting him, plucking away at his eyes and ears in the other houses, closing a noose around his brother’s power and sanity. Fahl grew more irrational, obsessively paranoid, and violent once he knew the truth; his brother would kill him, it was inevitable. It was a matter of time.
So when the day finally came, and despite Fahl’s great power and Xylia’s attempts at intervention, Sen struck down his brother and simply left. Now the House of Truth and Lies had to restructure itself like all the others had in a changed world while the last brother went in search of his sinful father.
Xylia, like her brother, coveted power. She amassed a great network of spies, agents, and confidants. She never took his seat, however; the wound was too fresh, and she did not think it quite right. She ruled over the mortals of her brother’s domain in his absence until, one day, an acceptable replacement was born.
Ink-Tail was a renowned poet that came to be known amongst the sister in many houses for bearing an impossible resemblance to Fahl. He wandered and told tales, wooed women, and taught lectures. Xylia assumed that he was the obvious second coming of her brother; he was brilliant enough to orchestrate such a scheme, and had him brought to ‘his’ house and appointed to Fahl’s seat after he proved his wit to be an acceptable match.
What she could not stand, however, was his sly grin whenever he looked at her. Fahl had never looked at her that way, the way he looked at someone when he knew something about them they’d not realized. Ink-Tail was shrewd, but most unacceptably, he eagerly acquiesced to the demands of Sen’Rekkan upon his returns, and touted his virtues. Xylia flew into a rage after witnessing such a lecture, and tried to strike him down, but found that she could not. She chastised him, arguing to the House that no true reincarnation of Fahl’Rekkan would tolerate any of Sen’s lies. Ink-Tail merely smiled that smile, and stepped down, offering to exile himself from the House.
Xylia grew more protective of her power, and took up her brother’s throne afterwards. But, despite it all, she couldn’t shake this nagging feeling that was reinvigorated every time Ink-Tail passed through her domain on one of his pilgrimages, surrounded by a throng of adoring mortals who treated him as a deity in his own right. When Ink-Tail had stepped down, he’d laughed at her argument, plainly, before offering exile. He thought her to be a joke.
Every time Xylia remembered this, her fists clenched; the Bloomtender mistress of the House of Truth and Lies was no joke, and neither was her power.
Diana Orlov profile
Posted 12 years agoFull Name: Diana Orlov
Species: Snowy Egret
Gender: Female
Age and Place of Birth: 28; Pripyat, Ukraine
Appearance: Diana takes appropriate pride in her appearance, something much more suited to her species that her upbringing. Her plumage is always immaculately groomed, and she tends to wear flattering clothing that contrast with her white feathers, oftentimes black or red cocktail dresses. When on the job, she wears a black chef’s coat and slacks. Long-legged and rather tall at six feet in height, she carries herself with the poise of an aristocrat. Her presence screams femme-fatale, even if she is much more bookish in her demeanor around her superiors. Though dignified, she tends to shy away from authority somewhat, but rarely, if ever, loses her composure.
Family: Mother and father, both deceased.
Friends: Buyou
Other Allies: Naraskovian Intelligence Operatives worldwide
Rivals: The LeBlanc Gang, her up-and-coming sous-chef at the restaurant
Enemies: Surprisingly few; she is new enough to the job to have maintained only a single, continuous major cover
Love Life: Diana teases often, but rarely finds time for romance unless it is practical for furthering her cover
Likes: Fish, cooking, singing, music, art, learning, reading, high-class society, fashion
Hates: Bland food, unkempt persons, Muscovites
Fears: Being forced back into a peasant life, being revealed as a fraud
Strengths: Cunning; Intelligent; Calm under pressure; Speaks English, French, Russian, Mandarin, Italian and Czech
Weaknesses: Lingering self-consciousness, can get lost in minor details and miss the bigger picture
Weaponry:
Throwing Needles: Tucked easily between feathers on her arms and laced with a potent paralytic, Diana can fling these with deadly accuracy.
Abilities:
World-Class Sambo Practioner and Marksman
Passive Abilities:
Flight
History:
Character Biography
Diana has the lovely misfortune of being tied to a place of tragedy. Pripyat left scars on many families, but her parents were never the same. Her childhood was riddled with the antics of two broken parents in a home that they never wanted to have to move to. Her father’s alcoholism was commonplace in the era, and even as she grew older and indulged in the strong education provided by a drowned Soviet Union, she found herself in Cuba attending a top university, her broken home behind her.
It was here that she was ‘tapped’ for service in the NIA. Top level universities tended to be ripe with skilled potential agents. She was personally contacted by the then head of OC3, Deep Cover Projects, Buyou, who took her as a personal student. Unlike his colleagues, he made a point of informing her upfront that her performance was part of a wager with the other OC heads: who could select, train, and place the most effective operative in a three year period.
At first, Diana was somewhat off-put by someone so much younger than her giving the orders. She was used to having to mostly fend for herself; by the time her father drank himself to death and her mother merely withered away from years of abuse, she had been well into her career. Interestingly enough, despite focusing in world languages before being recruited, she was a rather competent cook. After a few years of intense training, Buyou gave Diana her first and current major assignment; work as a head chef in a restaurant used by the mob to launder money.
Of course, the dealings of the Russian mob were of little concern to the NIA; they were regular contacts of one another, but it was important to keep the underworld in its place, and she was to secure the leverage to do so. She did not, however, expect the restaurant to be employing another undercover agent, her sous-chef, who worked for the LeBlanc gang, an organization that had been wringing numerous underworld entities dry over the past decades with increasing ferocity. When they decided to ransack the restaurant, she fought off a number of attackers with whatever was handy in the kitchen before being subdued and left with a note for her handler, Buyou, who had moved on to work on classified materials well beyond her clearance. It was just a simple threat, of course, but the fact that they knew her real allegiance was troubling; the gang had been impervious to penetration by NIA operatives thus far.
So, as she helped re-establish the restaurant, Diana passed on the message to Buyou after he came to check on her. Every observant, she happened to notice that her dossier, which he tended to bring with him, had a stamp on the cover ‘Tagged for OC7’ which meant nothing to her at the time, especially since there were only 6 Operational Commands in the first place. She didn’t press the issue, and maintains her cover to this day, even after the restaurant was sold to a different mob as part of a deal. It seemed that her cooking had actually been earning them quite a customer base.
Species: Snowy Egret
Gender: Female
Age and Place of Birth: 28; Pripyat, Ukraine
Appearance: Diana takes appropriate pride in her appearance, something much more suited to her species that her upbringing. Her plumage is always immaculately groomed, and she tends to wear flattering clothing that contrast with her white feathers, oftentimes black or red cocktail dresses. When on the job, she wears a black chef’s coat and slacks. Long-legged and rather tall at six feet in height, she carries herself with the poise of an aristocrat. Her presence screams femme-fatale, even if she is much more bookish in her demeanor around her superiors. Though dignified, she tends to shy away from authority somewhat, but rarely, if ever, loses her composure.
Family: Mother and father, both deceased.
Friends: Buyou
Other Allies: Naraskovian Intelligence Operatives worldwide
Rivals: The LeBlanc Gang, her up-and-coming sous-chef at the restaurant
Enemies: Surprisingly few; she is new enough to the job to have maintained only a single, continuous major cover
Love Life: Diana teases often, but rarely finds time for romance unless it is practical for furthering her cover
Likes: Fish, cooking, singing, music, art, learning, reading, high-class society, fashion
Hates: Bland food, unkempt persons, Muscovites
Fears: Being forced back into a peasant life, being revealed as a fraud
Strengths: Cunning; Intelligent; Calm under pressure; Speaks English, French, Russian, Mandarin, Italian and Czech
Weaknesses: Lingering self-consciousness, can get lost in minor details and miss the bigger picture
Weaponry:
Throwing Needles: Tucked easily between feathers on her arms and laced with a potent paralytic, Diana can fling these with deadly accuracy.
Abilities:
World-Class Sambo Practioner and Marksman
Passive Abilities:
Flight
History:
Character Biography
Diana has the lovely misfortune of being tied to a place of tragedy. Pripyat left scars on many families, but her parents were never the same. Her childhood was riddled with the antics of two broken parents in a home that they never wanted to have to move to. Her father’s alcoholism was commonplace in the era, and even as she grew older and indulged in the strong education provided by a drowned Soviet Union, she found herself in Cuba attending a top university, her broken home behind her.
It was here that she was ‘tapped’ for service in the NIA. Top level universities tended to be ripe with skilled potential agents. She was personally contacted by the then head of OC3, Deep Cover Projects, Buyou, who took her as a personal student. Unlike his colleagues, he made a point of informing her upfront that her performance was part of a wager with the other OC heads: who could select, train, and place the most effective operative in a three year period.
At first, Diana was somewhat off-put by someone so much younger than her giving the orders. She was used to having to mostly fend for herself; by the time her father drank himself to death and her mother merely withered away from years of abuse, she had been well into her career. Interestingly enough, despite focusing in world languages before being recruited, she was a rather competent cook. After a few years of intense training, Buyou gave Diana her first and current major assignment; work as a head chef in a restaurant used by the mob to launder money.
Of course, the dealings of the Russian mob were of little concern to the NIA; they were regular contacts of one another, but it was important to keep the underworld in its place, and she was to secure the leverage to do so. She did not, however, expect the restaurant to be employing another undercover agent, her sous-chef, who worked for the LeBlanc gang, an organization that had been wringing numerous underworld entities dry over the past decades with increasing ferocity. When they decided to ransack the restaurant, she fought off a number of attackers with whatever was handy in the kitchen before being subdued and left with a note for her handler, Buyou, who had moved on to work on classified materials well beyond her clearance. It was just a simple threat, of course, but the fact that they knew her real allegiance was troubling; the gang had been impervious to penetration by NIA operatives thus far.
So, as she helped re-establish the restaurant, Diana passed on the message to Buyou after he came to check on her. Every observant, she happened to notice that her dossier, which he tended to bring with him, had a stamp on the cover ‘Tagged for OC7’ which meant nothing to her at the time, especially since there were only 6 Operational Commands in the first place. She didn’t press the issue, and maintains her cover to this day, even after the restaurant was sold to a different mob as part of a deal. It seemed that her cooking had actually been earning them quite a customer base.
Character profiles inc
Posted 13 years agoOver the next few days I'm going to be posting info on my characters here. Figured I may as well, since the visual references are stored here so why not just put everything? If you're not interested, go ahead and delete them or unwatch me.
Would anyone care for some backstory?
Posted 14 years agoI don't want to bore people, especially if they simply watch this account for the pretty shinies, but I was wondering if anyone actually cared to know anything about my characters or the situation in images that I've commissioned - most recent example being the Queen one where I wrote a little blurb about how that event came to pass. My ideas are far from amazing, I know that, but I was curious if people appreciated this sort of thing or don't bother reading descriptions. lol
Ooh wow.
Posted 15 years agoI wasn't expecting this account to get so many watches xD
Once more I'd like to openly thank all the wonderful artists who created these pieces for me, and each one links to their respective pages if you'd like to follow their work.
If anyone's interested in commissioning any of the artists listed here and would like to know what my experience with them was like, feel free to do so via notes.
Once more I'd like to openly thank all the wonderful artists who created these pieces for me, and each one links to their respective pages if you'd like to follow their work.
If anyone's interested in commissioning any of the artists listed here and would like to know what my experience with them was like, feel free to do so via notes.
