This a drawing of my DnD character from the ages of eleven to nineteen. He was created at a time when I thaught really angsty anti heroes were automatically cool (now I prefer gleefully psychotic antiheroes).

Incidentally this bastard is the luckiest character I ever played. For some reason he refused to die, and almost everyother character I've ever played before or since in any game has been tragically fragile, but not this fucker! He lasted me through six campaigns and wound up at level 22 when I retired him upon entering boot camp.

Aaaahhhh... good times, good times...