"Hi, my name is Acanthus and I wouldn't have a drinking 'problem' if I'd stop waking up in foreign countries. By the way, I'm pretty sure I have an arrest warrant in Tanzania. Be a doll and help me hide these cheetahs."

A doodle of a character in a homebrew RPG I played with some friends back in the spring. His name is Acanthus and he's a rich boy, art collector, and wine taster who just so happens to be the grandson of Dionysus. He has the ability to control plants and has some pretty keen sixth sense going on but, for a guy related to a dude who routinely rips animals in half for the hell of it, Acanthus is kind of a wuss.

He's a talker and a negotiator and he will fight if there's no way around it, but he'd much rather use his words. Mostly because fighting usually ends with him getting his ass handed to him, repeatedly.

And yes, in-game he actually did get so drunk with his grandpa that he somehow managed to get from Italy to Tanzania. When he sobered up, not only was he scarred by what dear ol' granddad was doing with a satyr, he somehow ended up being forced to go to Antarctica on a flying horse and later helped kidnap an owl from a zoo because it was the only way to save a detective from Morpheus.

Good ol' Acanthus, ladies and gentlemen. I need to do a serious picture of him eventually.