for sure for sure
Well done One T :)for sure for sure
(sorry for the long hiatus, just felt like I needed to take a break so I could refresh myself creatively.)
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Pandu as Trooper
A panda involved within the crime syndicates in the city. After he was caught in a heist, his keepers entered him into the Athios tournament, just for the fun of it.
Pandu doesn't have any special powers but he's from the streets.
Being one of the few pandas in the city, Pandu had to learn to be tough early on in his life. Growing up in the poor parts of the city, his life became too complicated way too early on in his life.
His parents worked hard to try and make a better life for their family but unfortunately, they just couldn't get the money to do it. Initially, Pandu was frustrated position in society, but eventually he came to accept it as a part of who he was.
That was until he came home from middle school one day, to see his father's bruised and bloodied face, his head wrapped with bandages. His father explained to him what had happened. On his way home from work, a group of teenagers had mugged him and stole his paycheck. At first Pandu was shocked, but then he became angry. He was going to revenge on whoever had done that to his father.
And he did just that. One night, he snuck out of the house and roamed through the dark city streets. Once he spotted them, he slashed through them, leaving them wounded and bleeding. Once he returned home, he was surprised to see his parents were still awake. His parents shook their head in dismay at the sight of his bloody claws. Pandu asserted that he had done them a service. He couldn't stand to just let them hurt his parents like that.
While his parents had taught him to just keep his head down and accept the place he was in, he decided he wasn't going to do that anymore. He was going to fight back. And ever since that day, he would often come home with wounds and bruises, and his parents would have to help bandage him up. They would again, look at him in dismay, reminding him that what he was doing was wrong, but Pandu just sat in silence. He felt like he knew better.
As Pandu grew older, he became increasingly involved in more violence, and it came to the point where he left his parents' house to officially begin his life of crime. Unable to bear to see the disappointment in his parents' faces, he left without a word, only leaving a small note reminding them that he was going to come back and help them.
In all honesty, it wasn't the life he wanted, but it was the only means he saw he could pursue in order to create a happy life for his parents. He had only ever gotten the things he wanted in his life by fighting, so that's what he was going to do now. Fight.
Through some of the connections he had made in high school, he quickly swore into one of the mafia groups within the city. While his parents had grown distant with him due to his violent activity, his friends were always there for him. Together, they fought bravely for unjust causes, only motivated by their desire to get the money they needed.
But that all came to an end in a risky heist him and his friends had planned to initiate independent from the mafia. They all just wanted money, so they figured they might as well just get it themselves. It all went according to plan, and it seemed that things would proceed as expected, until a harsh spotlight exposed Pandu and his friends on the roof of the city bank.
They made a mad dash across the roof tops of the city, but Pandu slipped further and further behind his friends. He tried to yell for help but they didn't turn back once. Eventually, Pandu was finally caught, and he watched helplessly as his friends ran off, with bags full of money slung over their shoulders.
With a criminal record long as a shopping list, things were not looking up for Pandu. He was put into a prison cell, and told to await an official sentence. After many cold hours spent wide awake, he finally was able to close his eyes and rest.
They told him that he would be entering the Athios tournament, which was hosted in the neighboring city. Still overwhelmed by the betrayal of his friends, the news only managed to shake him a little.
As he prepared to leave his cell and enter the Athios stadium, feeling hopeless and defeated.
I don't think any drawing i could make would do this man justice so I will not be including a drawing for this post.Paul blart defending the mall?
*flashback to the pics i drew with my mouse*Aaah good ol Onett drawings, feelin a little nostalgic.
I think at this point you’d know which kit I’d like to be drawn in now go ham with the creativity
Or alternatively: Myself channeling my inner Burstbird—a rare extinct species that once flew through the skies of Athios
Absolutely love this!! Great job onett :>*flashback to the pics i drew with my mouse*
for sure, ik what kit ur referring to :)
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Mythless the Arbalist
The only living subject of a horrendous experiment which attempted to infuse a human soul into a living human. And while he was the only person to come out alive, that's not to say he survived through it unscathed...
Coming from a country struggling to recover in the aftermath of many wars, his captors saw his victory in the Athios tournament as their only hope to restore their nation to its former glory.
Thanks to the soul that was infused into to him, Mythless can fight on the battlefield with unprecedented power and speed. However, both of his souls must work together in unison for him to be truly effective. Dealing with his other soul can be tiresome so he often doesn't have the energy to talk with others much.
The country of Slein warred with the Dutch, fighting long and bloody battles with them for many years. Myth had fought bravely for his nation, and was well known known for his marksmanship.
Growing up on a quiet countryside, he hadn't had much to do when he was a kid. Perhaps that's why he had such good aim. All of those days he had spent having slingshot battles with his friends on hot summer days and snowball fights in the frigid winter were finally paying off.
It felt like the war would go on forever, but eventually it did come to an end. However, the damage it had done to the country seemed almost irreparable. Myth and his cohorts saw this first hand as they made their way back home.
The army's journey back home was almost as depressing as the long hours of fighting they faced on the battlefield. As they passed through ravaged farms and villages, the people would yell at the soldiers, hurling insults and rocks as they passed by, exclaiming that it was their fault that their lives were ruined.
Myth and the other soldiers simply kept their heads down and continued marching.
They stopped periodically at outposts lined along their route to sleep. However one day, Myth woke up from a good night's rest to sounds of muffled screams instead of the rooster's crow.
He was tied up, sitting alone in a dark cell. The only source of light was coming from a door with a barred window, which he could only see thanks to the occasional flashes of light and screams that came from behind it. He could only hear so much through the thick walls of the cell, but he could make out some of the voices which conversed behind the door. He recognized them to be the voices of his generals.
He tried to get up and find an exit, but just as he started his escape, the door opened, and he was quickly taken in.
The room was dimly lit by candles, and the pink crystals which were pinned on his generals' uniforms shone sinisterly in the candle light.
He had remembered when him and his other friends in the military had first seen the generals wearing those crystals. It had taken all of the tension that was in them when they heard that they were being drafted into the army. They could barely stop themselves from laughing whenever their generals led them through training exercises. Out of all the colors they could've chosen, they chose pink. It was a blast teasing the generals for the cute pink crystals they wore on their uniforms, when they expected the new recruits to be fearful of them.
But in this moment, those crystals didn't seem so cute anymore. The army generals ordered Myth around, with a sword pointed at his neck. One of his generals took of the pink pin and handed it to him, telling him to hold it. They then pushed him to the center of an intricately detailed hexagon, drawn on the concrete floor with chalk. Myth tried to ask what was going on, but the generals refused to answer any of his questions.
For maybe one of the first times in his life, Myth was truly frightened. He could sense movement inside the crystal, as if something was banging against its walls trying to escape. One of the generals began to whisper under his breath, and arcs of lightning started to flash around him.
Myth was never the same after the soul of a Dutch soldier was infused into him.
Once the ritual was complete, he tried to kill the generals, hurling himself at them with unprecedented strength. The pink crystal he was holding in his hand had been embedded into his chest, and it now glowed bloody red. But eventually, the generals subdued him, and tied him up.
They explained to him that he would be entering him into the Athios tournament, and that he was their country's only hope for survival. Myth couldn't understand much of what they were saying. It felt like there was someone with a heavy Dutch accent next to him, constantly screaming in his ear. It was like the soul that had been put inside him was fighting for control.
He gripped his skull and gritted his teeth as he tried to make the other voice in his head go away. Seeing his crazed state, the generals decided to give him some time to adjust to his new state. They informed him on what they had done as he rested for a few days.
The generals had taken the souls of the deceased and stored them within their crystals over the course of the war, under the orders of their head commander. Originally, they were ordered to bring the souls back to the capital, to be given to the military coup which controlled the country with an iron grip. They were told that once they brought the souls back to the capital, they would be used to create even stronger soldiers, by forcefully combining the souls of the dead with the living.
On the day before the war, they had shown them one of their test subjects who had survived through the process. They looked human but was most certainly not. Its movements were erratic and rough and its footsteps created echoes that could be heard from miles away.
Upon witnessing the destructive force of infused humans, the generals had decided that they couldn't let their commanders get a hold of such dangerous resources. Desperate for another way out, they decided they were going to sacrifice some of their strongest men, to try and infuse souls into them by themselves, and Myth was the only person to come out alive.
Having taught himself how to control his other soul much better, Myth was able to process what the generals explained to him. But there wasn't much time left and the generals would have to return to the capital soon. They led him off to the nearby shore, where one of their old friends were waiting for Mythless in a ship.
They led him on board, and they waved goodbye as Mythless went off to sea.
So much had happened in so little time and he was still processing it all. Many questions fogged his mind as he trailed across the ocean. Could he trust those generals? How long was this boat ride going to be? But most importantly. How was he going to deal with this constantly nagging voice in his head?
colninja <3My skin + dgod
Time to dissappear again lmao
thanks liz :)Dang these are some sick drawings. Very nice.
anyway here's my request:
Lizardheart (I have my Christmas skin on rn so just leave out the antlers okay)
idk I guess me being afk and winning anyway somehow or something