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Help I'm addicted to this character. Also lighting practice.
Bastien spent the last of his money getting out of France when things went wrong but never unpacked his stuff while he was staying in New York. What a loser.
♫♪ (Jailbreak - AWOLNATION)
You can read about him here: http://toyhou.se/825631.bastien
More art: 1|2
Art, character © me
The door opened and, if a room could absorb light, this was the room. Bastien appeared at the crevice of the door, his eyes beginning at Marcellin's feet before settling on his face, looking as surprised as he could for a man that looked like he hadn't slept in days. He let go of the door quickly and tucked in his floral oxford, even though it was unbuttoned. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were dark and he seemed nearly anemic in complexion. The silhouettes of stacked boxes might of been visible behind him.
Maybe he had died after all, and just didn't realize it?
He swallowed, brows near imperceptibly turned up in a frown, his head turned slightly down and away. This was one of Bastien's rarest expressions. Embarrassment.
"Yes...?" He rasped, smelling of cilantro, oregano, lime and cayenne all mixed with tobacco, the French Jazz wobbling through the door in some sort of caricature of doomed European romance. He'd started smoking again. Everyone in Le Chien and the Selle Du knew he'd tried to quit smoking many times before, and had almost succeeded before the big feud.
"Come to fetch me, 'ave you?" He asks. Just then, a high pitched, shrill screech of the fire alarm went off behind him and he swore in French, quickly leaving Marcellin at the open door as he disappeared into the void.
Help I'm addicted to this character. Also lighting practice.
Bastien spent the last of his money getting out of France when things went wrong but never unpacked his stuff while he was staying in New York. What a loser.
♫♪ (Jailbreak - AWOLNATION)
You can read about him here: http://toyhou.se/825631.bastien
More art: 1|2
Art, character © me
The door opened and, if a room could absorb light, this was the room. Bastien appeared at the crevice of the door, his eyes beginning at Marcellin's feet before settling on his face, looking as surprised as he could for a man that looked like he hadn't slept in days. He let go of the door quickly and tucked in his floral oxford, even though it was unbuttoned. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were dark and he seemed nearly anemic in complexion. The silhouettes of stacked boxes might of been visible behind him.
Maybe he had died after all, and just didn't realize it?
He swallowed, brows near imperceptibly turned up in a frown, his head turned slightly down and away. This was one of Bastien's rarest expressions. Embarrassment.
"Yes...?" He rasped, smelling of cilantro, oregano, lime and cayenne all mixed with tobacco, the French Jazz wobbling through the door in some sort of caricature of doomed European romance. He'd started smoking again. Everyone in Le Chien and the Selle Du knew he'd tried to quit smoking many times before, and had almost succeeded before the big feud.
"Come to fetch me, 'ave you?" He asks. Just then, a high pitched, shrill screech of the fire alarm went off behind him and he swore in French, quickly leaving Marcellin at the open door as he disappeared into the void.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Human
Species Human
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Your Toyhou.se wrote:"... he moved to New York City to live a depressed life of coffee-making for the working class. He dreams of one day going back to France..."
You know I'm picturing him in a Starbucks apron.
Bastien sounds like an incredibly fun character, but he best be careful not to earn the wrong person's ire! With their woe in tow, a bokor is given hire to make Bastien's days more... dire! Huehuehue. #rhyming
You know I'm picturing him in a Starbucks apron.
Bastien sounds like an incredibly fun character, but he best be careful not to earn the wrong person's ire! With their woe in tow, a bokor is given hire to make Bastien's days more... dire! Huehuehue. #rhyming
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