I decided to go on and draw an roleplay OC. This roleplay in question being a friend's idea and world. As one could probably guess, his name is Tim. Tim Watts.

Tim's not a bad person, just somebody who needs to do what he has to. After he was kicked out of his home in Boston for dropping out of high school, he went wandering from city to city looking for any kind of work to get by. He was on the artificial island city of New St. Andrews off the coast of Florida when the Turning happened. The Turning transformed a third of the world's population into animal hybrids when a meteorite imbued with a mysterious power crossed the skies. He didn't plan on staying long in the city, planning on heading further south and possibly even passing the border into Mexico. But with the world in complete disarray, the government scrambling to stretch the resources it had left, the wild storms that came with the meteorite, and the roving bands of feral hybrids that couldn't handle their transformation and lost their minds - plaguing the mainland - New St. Andrews was a relative haven. Relative. He still had to scrounge for under the board busywork to feed himself, which often lead outside of the fortified parts of the city where the ferals roamed.

What he lacks in intelligence he makes up for in resolve and wit, coming up with idiotic bold plans nobody could've possibly accounted for. He doesn't want to hurt anyone, preferring to run his mouth before his switchblade, but he won't hesitate when push comes to shove; Having once stuck a Human supremacist in an alley when he was ambushed. Of the factions that lord over parts of the city, he usually throws his hat in with the Pack, a benevolent group of different vigilante cells sharing one name and mission statement: to assist where they can in the city. He occasionally does work with the forces of the Neighborhood Watch, a group employed by the wealthy elite of the city to keep their suburban community safe from the dregs of the outside world. Tim, however, avoids all work with the Human supremacists - Pest Control - for obvious reasons, along with the Temple of Cyan Dawn, to which he (un)affectionally refers to as the Cyantologists - A group of hybrid cultists that are the opposite extreme from Pest Control.