Luke Hunter AKA JigSaw (Original Oc)

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Old art I totally forgot about until I was looking through my photos XD
Ignore the quality, the photo needed wifi to load which I got get often. Rewritten lore below the drawing.

 Rewritten lore below the drawing

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Hello...my name is Luke Hunter, you may call me Luke or JigSaw.

When I can, I love to secretly act in town plays, I make some "extra" money by selling the good drugs. Not the nasty stuff, I use it to play off my motorcycle. I roam around town with a Motorcycle Gang that calls themselves the LockJaws, growing up with them I now act, talk, and dress like them.

Once in a while, I'd see this college class to get "smarter" not like I was stupid or anything, I just wanted to be smarter I guess. Most times when I'd go seem the Professor he'd have this younger woman working with him, she didn't seem to be his wife or daughter. Although he did seem to care deeply for her, because I remember when one man in the class was harassing her and he stood the man up and gave him a strong talking to in front of the whole class. Never bothered her again.

When I finally asked my Professor about her, he said she was his Prodigy, apparently one day she'd take his place and teach the college courses. When I finally decided to try and talk to her I chickened out the first few times and when I did manage to say hi she would avoid my question and scurry away.

I did admit to myself that she was pretty, especially when she got embarrassed when the Professor complimented her at times. Sometimes he acted as though he was her father, could honestly be, I never asked. Catching up to her I said hi and asked how she was doing, she avoided my eyes and stared at the ground fiddling with her black hair like she did when she was nervous. My father always told me it was my demeanour or my looks, said if I let my hair grow out and dressed nicely I'd be quiet the lady's man. Pfft, in his dreams.

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