It's 3:49 am, I really should be asleep, but instead i've been working on this all night. I'm in the portrait mood apparently.
I tried working on things that I actually need to do, but they've been making me very frustrated lately, so i did this to calm myself down. I really like how it turned out, being it had not forethought put into it at all, just pure drawing and coming up with a story as I go. I feel as though her eyes will never look right to me no matter how much I toy with them.
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I don't have much of a story for her yet, but she works in the Untold as a business women or something like that.
In her dimension there are two deities that create every thing within it, one likes to create beautiful and pure things, the other can only create monster and chaos. The pure deity created her to be a shinning example of his work, full of love and softness. The chaotic deity became angry that he could not create anything like her, so to get back at the pure, he stole Emily and deformed her body chemistry.
She no longer could speak or eat regular food, her body became pale. Though she kept her cheerfulness and delightful attitude. For some odd reason, fate chose her to become a Reaper. In the Untold they gave her a voice box to allow her to speak fully. This also allowed her to get away from the chaos looming within her own dimension.
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weird ass story, but hey why not? it's fucking 4 in the morning.

WIPS
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