This is just my art, OC's, and their backstories.
I draw only digitally, not much on paper though.
All art shown will be digitally though!
+ I'm a die hard horror slasher fan so I have some horror art here!
Along with that, I'm showing my yandere, h...
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-Basic information-
Known as: Adam The Clown, Adam The Killer
Nicknames: Ad, Smiley, Joker
Likes: When people are shy around him, when someone's easily dominated, getting shown any kindness.
Hates: Being called a clown, feeling insecure, being underestimated, ignored, or being made fun of.
Facts:
* Loves to read. * Keeps a secret book with him always, which he's extremely protective over, never letting anyone read it. * Gets shy when it comes to hand-holding. * Constantly uses nicknames. * Could be a complete gentleman one second but be incredibly horny the next. * He's straight, disgusted by even thinking of a guy. * Somewhat easy to get close to if he doesn't kill you when you first meet. * He likes to stalk people, both before and after meeting them, hoping to learn every little thing about them. * Can break out into a rage if someone makes him mad enough, that making him stab anyone in sight, rarely ever caring who it is. * Is surprisingly strong and can withstand incredible amounts of pain after what he's become used to over the years.
Looks:
* Chin-length, slightly overgrown, dark black hair that typically lays in his face. * Light brown eyes and usually contracted black pupils. * A dark red clown nose. * Pale, paper white skin. * Sharp teeth. * A long sleeved, turtleneck, dark colored sweater, usually striped. * Dark blue jeans, with sewn on black fabric to cover a few holes. * Black combat boots.
-His Backstory-
It was a day like any other, the sun was shining bright, bright enough that 14 year old Adam had to cover his eyes as he exited his house. He strolled down his normal route, walking to school.
He'd quickly pull down one of his sleeves, noticing that it had cuffed up onto his elbow when he rose it to block the light. He'd let out a shaky sigh as he continued on his way.
He peered over to his left, knowing Alice Louse Morales would be walking on the other side of the street, at the same time as him.
He looked up at her with a smile, his cheeks flushing as her eyes rose to look into his.
He thought her eyes were just the most beautiful shade of blue, and her dirty blonde hair was so very gorgeous and incredibly well-kept.
He never knew a girl could straighten her hair as much as she did, or have the tolerance to use the same sugar blossom scented perfume every day, though he never minded it, he enjoyed every little thing about her.
