Hello!! I've been struggling to find my art style and long story short I've decided to draw everyday and post it to this media! I really hope you enjoy!!! :)))
Hey guys! You know how I suck at making OCs? Well BOOM. I made one I liked. I love it! Ok here she is. ZVOLENA Okay so, I tried for like an hour to try and describe her and her story in book format but screw that,
Name: Zvolena Age: 15 Height: 5'7 Weight: 152lbs Species: Human
Strengths Hand-eye-cordination Photographic Memorization Math
Personality Caring Polite Cooperative Trustworthy Not shy, But quiet Anxious
Appearance Raven hair Parted to the left Paleish oarange skin Brown eyes Parents are Japanese
Backstory Something explodes a few miles away from her house. To not get caught by her strict mother, she quietly gets off her creaky matres and goes out the back door to her bike. She wasn't the curious type, but she was worried that someone, or something had gotten hurt. And that boom came from a plain area, with no houses nearby. If she wasn't going to help, who would? So she set off, once she reached it, she discovered a smoking chunk of rock. It must have been a meteorite. She didn't see anyone around, no one must've gotten hurt, unless they were under the meteor. But the probobility of that was low.
There was something ominous about that rock, something that struck what little curiosity she had. Zvolena inched closer, and as she did so she slipped! Down she went, sliding down the edge the meteor made with no control. She quickly dug her heals into the ground and reached her left hand out.
Her hand touched the meteor.
There was a shock, like tiny bees were drilling their backsides into her middle fingertip. She flinched, but thought nothing of it. Walking the perimeter of the crater she found a thick root she could climb. Once on the surface again, she looked around one more time, no one there. No one hurt. Once sure of that, she road home.
School the next morning came and as she was writing her english paper, her middle finger tip stung again. She looked at it, and it was light blue where it hurt. She excused herself to go wash it off. It didn't wash off. Was it a bruise? No, bruises hurt with pressure, they don't sting.
Then what is it?
The stings didn't stop there. It continued to spread from her finger to her arm, her arm up her chest and up to her head, bringing along the variations of blue, black, and purple.
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And there you go! Don't worry I will continue to add to this story as I continue to draw this character, and I have a feeling I'll be drawing her quite a bit!
