Christoph dragon
maybe
I kinda wanted to do a Germanic design down the side of his jaw but I didn't feel like looking up refs. We jokingly call Christoph a Viking but we know that was a profession. He's just a literal ancient man.
I didn't think he needed spikes. Chris is a tank. Just a whole tank.
I don't know why his eyebrows are proportionately bigger as a dragon.
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More concept art for s4 designs. I REALLY liked that Jericho design (more than what I ended up giving him tbh) but i felt it was too similar to some other designs and silhouettes.
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Bit of a palate cleanser from all the commissions I’ve been doing. More of the Adler men! And bonus guest Haddal :v
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ok, but who could resist a cutie like christoph though, he deserves all the love and rough poundings.
I'm sure someone has that power. Somewhere.
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Snippets from a roleplay with Christoph and Vash. I don't really know what to do with a canon character long term but it's something fun and different to write in bursts.
Themascura:
When Christoph said 'You're staying' it had been with the air of someone predicting the future, less of someone giving an order- but when it came down to it he really meant it the same way. You have been branded an orphan. You are mine now, by laws of finders keepers. He hadn't gone out this way intending to gather a gaggle of grown ass children but that seemed to be what this trip was amounting to.
That was fine by Christoph. He sure wasn't going to complain.
Vash turned out to be one of those agreeable types. Too agreeable for his own good. He hadn't even TRIED to run and that was doing Christoph a mild concern. He'd added it to his to-do list of things each 'kid' needed a little... encouragement with. Baby boy needed help with his spine. It was kind of limp.
I can't help but think-
"No." Bo argued, one of the few things he'd said since they'd gathered up their things and left the tavern in pursuit of Jacky, "Culten."
His accent was getting better, but some of his words were still jumbled. Especially the ones that were brand new to his vocabulary. What was more upsetting was the way he watched. Everything. Intensely. As if they were all bugs under a magnifying glass and he was two seconds away from refracting a sunbeam in their direction.
"Relax buddy, I promise we're not stealing anyone who doesn't need stealing." Christoph assured him with a broad smile that only partially hid his fangs, "Like you!"
"People need people, Snowball. Bug loves us, she just doesn't know it yet. She’s already starting to come around." He continued with supreme confidence, "And there are no laws here. Can't have crimes if there's no laws."
That last part was a joke.
GreekCeltic:
"There's a word for situations like this. Starts with an S." Ends with syndrome. He looked at Bo- culten might be right -but his eyes bounced swiftly back to Chris before they could get sunburned.
Vash stared at him over his bag. Sometimes the light caught his glasses and blanked out his eyes. It made him look critical, but they were childlike with concern behind the frame.
You have to hear yourself. He had to hear the things that came out of his mouth.
"I get it. Kidnap for her own good, right?" KIDDING. There was a soft air of laughter in his voice that was earnest but knocking elbows with unease because he sensed he was about to become an accomplice.
Please correct me.
He could only laugh about it because the only crime he could prove was a crime of annoyance. Nobody was actually getting kidnapped.
His laugh tapered.
".. I don't need stealing…"
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Christopher Richard Wynne Nevinson
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