Another work in progress. A lesser character in my modern-magic series, this vulpine has no real powers other than being a good shot even while intoxicated. He's lead security guard and freelance weapons technician at an industrial factory that makes weapons designed to harness magic.
An explosion at the weapons vault near 4 in the morning sends the security force into a scatter, and Faux rallies them on the radio while throwing on his coat.
Drawn originally to be a painting for my art class last simester for "color expression" in which colors would be chosen and associated with certain feelings or some shit like that. This was going to be orange = panic/anxiety/urgency. >>