I present to you a couple of my characters! Or at least bad face-doodles of them.
First there's Daxton Kemberge. He's almost your typical teen with perpetual hat-hair. Almost. He is afflicted with Anopthalmia - a rare birth defect in which one or both of a child's eyes do not develop. In short, Daxton has no eyes. Even the world of the 26th century can't cure such a thing, but they can make it liveable.
Daxton's hat is littered with devices called Sensory Transliteratory Operations Plastics. He lives in virtual reality projected into his mind, witnessing real life in an almost... dreaming-while-awake manner.
He's a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, not that you'd be able to tell with my terrible drawing skills. His ears are probably meant to be proportionately bigger, and I didn't colour the various patterns a dog like him might have.
And then there's Quincey Abram. She's a piggy! No, literally, she's a porcine girl. She's heavy-set, pear-shaped almost, but cute as a button. Dresses real conservatively despite this though - even in a world where social prejudice is slim, a girl can still feel a little intimidated with bodies like this running amok. I imagine her being built similar to this.
She's a red-head, too! With blue eyes. Daxton's blonde with... er, no eyes.
Much Pig love up in here! I love porcine characters, but they never seem to get much face time. Actually, one of my own Partners fan-characters is a pig as well! My fondness for corgis is also rather well documented. -Laughs-
But, these are a neat pair. Is there any connection between them? Friends? Pack-mates?
Much Pig love up in here! I love porcine characters, but they never seem to get much face time. Actu
Quincey's been with Daxton almost his whole life. Her parents and his parents are long-time friends, so the two spent almost all their time playing together. Then they went to school together as well, of course, and were a solid pair. All Quincey had to deal with was Daxton's... hands-on nature. Be it that his sense of touch is better than most, or that he just feels compelled to experience things with every sense available to him, he just couldn't help himself.
And Quincey's a bit of a chunky girl. She's soft, warm, and snorts when she laughs - cute as a button with thighs one could really sink their teeth into. She is by far Daxton's favourite squeeze - literally. Their relationship isn't serious, but they're incredibly affectionate.
They formed a pack by middle school - or in the Junior High stages I suppose you'd call it. They met their remaining two pack-mates I have yet to draw, and they're a pretty close group.
Quincey's been with Daxton almost his whole life. Her parents and his parents are long-time friends,
