[Damascus Noir, born a Caskull, was captured one day by an incredibly talented Pokemon Trainer. His trainer, ten years of age, demonstrated incredible natural talent in his abilities, clearing six gyms in a matter of weeks. Together, him and Damascus fought, evolved, and won. By the time he evolved into a Duscturne, Damascus, being naturally hollow and empty, devoid of all feelings or sensations, had begun to feel the weight of his trainer's skills and affection towards him. As a result, when he evolved, his face resembled a kind smile, regardless of what he really felt, if at all.

The day that all changed, the day his trainer stopped his Pokemon journey, he continued to follow him. Out of maybe hundreds of other Pokemon that his trainer had caught, he alone was chosen to stay. And stay, indeed, he did. Always behind his master's side, watching, one glowing eye behind him.

So for fifteen years, he waited. Waited for some command, waited for some reason to stay, waited.... But nothing came. After fifteen years, for the first time, he looked away. That wasn't his trainer anymore... his trainer was a proud man, whose spirit was bright like the sun, but the more he watched, the more he saw his trainer's light dim into a dull grey. With no more reason to stay, he slammed the window open and left....

His trainer searched, for a little bit, but he knew it was too late. Damascus wandered, as was his species' want in life. He followed people, developing his slow, consuming emptiness as he did. He saw the world and all of its people. But mostly, he saw countless examples of that grey. That empty grey.... And he saw so much of himself in those that he just. Couldn't. Handle it. And he vowed, somewhere deep down, that he would take that grey and make it better.

When he returned home, his trainer was old, very old. He saw his old trainer, but he was even less the same now than when he had left. It was a worse grey, one that was devoid of substance and depth. When he spoke, his words came out as shallow, white waves that followed a uniform path, leaving no impact on the colors around him. It was there that he perform the act that would define his existence forever. Ripping his eye out of his socket, he unplugged the black hole at his core, and absorbed his old trainer into it. As he pushed his eye back in, he felt everything his trainer ever was get absorbed into him. All of his potential, his stagnancy, and his hopes and dreams.... So begins the life of Damascus Noir.]

I hope the reveal was worth the wait! I'll be posting his bio at some point later today, so be looking forward to that! ^3^

I'm crazy proud of this picture. It's been my most ambitious attempt at digital art ever, and I couldn't be happier with how it turned out. I can honestly, and happily, say that the only thing that wasn't done by me was the moon in the upper left-hand corner. This is a huge achievement for me, and really, I couldn't be more proud of how well this turned out. Any and ALL critique is appreciated, and I'd be totally grateful for the opportunity to hear what everyone thinks of this guy!

I hope everyone has a terrific day! See you guys later!