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HALLOWEEN BATCH
more samples here - https://www.deviantart.com/yunokiru-str
their "names" and stories are just as an example. You can come up with any other name and your own story.
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FOR EACH
🎃SB: 40$
🎃MI: 2$
🎃AB: - - -
if your bid higher then:
🎃170$ + (i'll draw ref sheet that contains : existing fullbody + bust/halfbody )
🎃270$ +(i'll draw ref sheet that contains : one fullbody + 2 busts/halfbodies + chibi OR whatever u want with about the same amount of content)
🎃370$ +(i'll draw ref sheet in option №2 + artwork with this character)
/Minor design changes are possible with options starting at $170/
auction ends in 72 hours after the last bid
I can finish the auction ahead of schedule
The payment must be made within 30 days (or else it will go to the person with the second highest bid), then i'll send full size image without watermark
In ABs, you can make a payment within 2 month and a half
you can change or recolor design after buying
design can be traded, reselled or gifted
(Please, bid only if you're really want buy character of my authorship)
✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ◝(⁰▿⁰)◜･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧Category Adoptables / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1500 x 1194px
File Size 2.23 MB
This is just a sample! You can come up with any other name and your own story
Ravenbane
Arden is a young student fascinated by ornithology and mythology, who accidentally awakened an ancient curse by touching a black feather in an old cemetery where witches and shamans were buried. The feather grew into his body: in his hair, on his shoulders, under his skin. Only later did he realize it possessed a far more destructive power.
Arden is a criminal, but he does not commit crimes for personal gain. He steals, breaks in, and blackmails to collect artifacts of an ancient ritual capable of weakening the curse. Each time he is caught—in a museum or an antique shop—the beast within awakens: his eyes turn yellow like a werewolf’s, his handcuffs shatter, and his trained ravens swoop in to help. In his rage, the feathers turn into blades, and he hungers for blood.
His power allows him to see through the eyes of ravens, sense death and deceit, and control their actions. But the more he uses it, the more he merges with the raven spirit, risking the loss of his humanity. Arden knows that if he does not complete the ritual, he will become the embodiment of the cursed deity that once destroyed the city.
Every crime is a chance for him to save himself and everything around him—but the curse reminds him: he is already half-monster.
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Ravenbane
Arden is a young student fascinated by ornithology and mythology, who accidentally awakened an ancient curse by touching a black feather in an old cemetery where witches and shamans were buried. The feather grew into his body: in his hair, on his shoulders, under his skin. Only later did he realize it possessed a far more destructive power.
Arden is a criminal, but he does not commit crimes for personal gain. He steals, breaks in, and blackmails to collect artifacts of an ancient ritual capable of weakening the curse. Each time he is caught—in a museum or an antique shop—the beast within awakens: his eyes turn yellow like a werewolf’s, his handcuffs shatter, and his trained ravens swoop in to help. In his rage, the feathers turn into blades, and he hungers for blood.
His power allows him to see through the eyes of ravens, sense death and deceit, and control their actions. But the more he uses it, the more he merges with the raven spirit, risking the loss of his humanity. Arden knows that if he does not complete the ritual, he will become the embodiment of the cursed deity that once destroyed the city.
Every crime is a chance for him to save himself and everything around him—but the curse reminds him: he is already half-monster.
BID HERE
This is just a sample! You can come up with any other name and your own story
Doomed Hunter
Count Emeric Lienar was a renowned witch hunter. His loyal companion was a greyhound named Shai, who helped him cleanse the land of evil.
One day, in the northern marshes, Emeric tracked down Mirelle, the last of an ancient coven. She was weak and sorrowful. The count hesitated. Shai did not. The dog leapt at her throat, and as the witch was dying, she touched Shai’s brow and whispered:
“You killed all those I loved. Now what you love will kill you.”
The witch’s body burst into brilliant flame, blinding the count. When the light faded, her soul had already entered Shai’s body, driving out the old spirit.
At first, Emeric wanted to rid himself of the dog, but when he saw that beneath the witch’s fiery shell his Shai still lingered, he could not. He understood then — the witch and the hound were now two souls in one body, two sides of the same flame.
Since that day, the count has worn a metal band over his eye, burned blind by the witch’s light. A golden eye is engraved upon it — a sign that he now sees what no man should. Through this eye he perceives spirits… and Mirelle herself, who never truly died.
In his hand, Emeric carries a glass vial containing a flickering flame — the last sparks of Shai’s true soul. Sometimes he brings the vial close to the candlestick on the dog’s head, and the witch’s voice falls silent. For a moment, Shai returns. Then the laughter comes again — a voice not her own.
Since then, the count no longer hunts. He wanders the land, lighting the path for lost souls, while his hound bears her candlestick — the eternal flame of redemption.
Some say he is searching for a way home. Others — that he seeks a ritual to banish the witch and bring Shai back to life.
BID HERE
Doomed Hunter
Count Emeric Lienar was a renowned witch hunter. His loyal companion was a greyhound named Shai, who helped him cleanse the land of evil.
One day, in the northern marshes, Emeric tracked down Mirelle, the last of an ancient coven. She was weak and sorrowful. The count hesitated. Shai did not. The dog leapt at her throat, and as the witch was dying, she touched Shai’s brow and whispered:
“You killed all those I loved. Now what you love will kill you.”
The witch’s body burst into brilliant flame, blinding the count. When the light faded, her soul had already entered Shai’s body, driving out the old spirit.
At first, Emeric wanted to rid himself of the dog, but when he saw that beneath the witch’s fiery shell his Shai still lingered, he could not. He understood then — the witch and the hound were now two souls in one body, two sides of the same flame.
Since that day, the count has worn a metal band over his eye, burned blind by the witch’s light. A golden eye is engraved upon it — a sign that he now sees what no man should. Through this eye he perceives spirits… and Mirelle herself, who never truly died.
In his hand, Emeric carries a glass vial containing a flickering flame — the last sparks of Shai’s true soul. Sometimes he brings the vial close to the candlestick on the dog’s head, and the witch’s voice falls silent. For a moment, Shai returns. Then the laughter comes again — a voice not her own.
Since then, the count no longer hunts. He wanders the land, lighting the path for lost souls, while his hound bears her candlestick — the eternal flame of redemption.
Some say he is searching for a way home. Others — that he seeks a ritual to banish the witch and bring Shai back to life.
BID HERE
This is just a sample! You can come up with any other name and your own story
King's Echo
Once, he was the court jester to a King who did not know how to laugh.
The King demanded joy from his subjects, yet remained cold himself.
Every day, the Jester danced, inventing ever more absurd tricks and jokes, while the King looked through him — with that empty gaze where power and boredom met.
The Jester lived for a single moment — the moment when the King’s proud face might finally tremble.
And one night, under a blood-red moon, he achieved the impossible.
He told a joke — strange, dark, perhaps even frightening.
The King laughed. Long, loud, and sincerely.
But that laugh became his last.
They say the Jester stood beside him and wept — not from grief, but from rapture.
He had finally heard what he had longed for all his life.
All night, he worked over the King’s body — with a knife, or a word, or a tear, no one knows.
And by morning, only the Jester remained — in a new costume.
Across it gleamed golden ribs, carved as if from living metal.
Since then, the Jester has wandered with a traveling circus.
And when he laughs, from beneath those ribs comes an echo of the King’s laughter — pure, ringing, and endlessly lonely.
BID HERE
King's Echo
Once, he was the court jester to a King who did not know how to laugh.
The King demanded joy from his subjects, yet remained cold himself.
Every day, the Jester danced, inventing ever more absurd tricks and jokes, while the King looked through him — with that empty gaze where power and boredom met.
The Jester lived for a single moment — the moment when the King’s proud face might finally tremble.
And one night, under a blood-red moon, he achieved the impossible.
He told a joke — strange, dark, perhaps even frightening.
The King laughed. Long, loud, and sincerely.
But that laugh became his last.
They say the Jester stood beside him and wept — not from grief, but from rapture.
He had finally heard what he had longed for all his life.
All night, he worked over the King’s body — with a knife, or a word, or a tear, no one knows.
And by morning, only the Jester remained — in a new costume.
Across it gleamed golden ribs, carved as if from living metal.
Since then, the Jester has wandered with a traveling circus.
And when he laughs, from beneath those ribs comes an echo of the King’s laughter — pure, ringing, and endlessly lonely.
BID HERE
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