MikaKou - Good Looking

So, this is Michael and Kouto, and for those of you wanting to think that Michael is the guy with long black hair groping the chick in the picture, you're.. wrong.

The coloring was very basic and very lazy, obviously, but I drew this scene from my D&D game, and if you don't mind--I feel like explaining it. If you don't care, you can stop reading now, the piece was done in photoshop and such in about 2 hours of honest work in total (that includes sketch on paper then photoshop ink, etc.) and the characters are both (C) myself though Michael is HEAVILY based off of Michael from Angel Sanctuary. Like a tribute.

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Anyway, welcome to Concordia, Cash's original D&D world... where there are three main cities that cover the main continent and COUNTLESS gods of MANY things... for example, that chair you are sitting in has a god, the desk upon which your computer sits has a god, and each individual wall and your floor has a god and they all are subjects to the god of your house who is lowlier than the god of your whole block and so forth. Got it? Good.

Well, we just happened to be whisked away to the spirit world, where Gods roam freely among the dead who are camping out waiting to re-enter the pool of life. Michael, who is my character, has had a traumatic event recently. He came home from adventuring to find that his mother had been killed during a mugging. Consequently, Michael is what is called a Tiefling... or less specifically, a godblood. He's the product of his mother, a human, and his father, Kouto, who is the God of lust, sex, and ... opium. Sorta. Well, he at least really likes opium.

Are you following clear so far? Summary: Michael, my character, is a godblood of the shadows--that is to say, Kouto's main deific element is darkness.

When we started this game some few years back we were a party of godbloods. Three of us. Tamari, a godblood of air; Reiovas, a godblood of the light, and Michael, a godblood of the Darkness. We were a pretty fucked up group, actually. The three cities are defined by their levels of lawlessness or lawfulness.. we were in the most lawless city. Reiovas was and still is an antisocial ass, Tamari was and still is a snotty bitch, and Michael was and still is a punk-ass jerk.

After his mother died, Michael, who was usually the kid getting picked on--not that he didn't deserve it--decided he wanted to deal without getting picked on for a while, so he got a wand of change-gender and came back to the party under a different name.. He didn't intend really for it to be long term but a bunch of the head-leaders lied to the party for him unexpectedly and now Michael doesn't want to set the record straight 'cause Tamari and Reiovas will kill him.. or, much worse, tease him. -_o

Michael happened to go want to check on his mom since he was in the afterlife and lo-and-behold, his father was there. Well, he scedadled but his father's cohort (A lazy dragon by the name of Ryuuni) was following him.. and afraid of having his identity given away, he was running away from her when he acquired a Tamari and ran into his father, who was ... to say the least amused by his son's choice of clothing and momentary lack of.. junk.

So Kouto went about teasing him and groping him and flirting with him, causing Michael a mild aneurism while initiating small strokes by hinting at possibly telling Tamari who Michael really was. Hence this picture and the next few I'll be putting up...

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"Well, well, well..." The voice slithered through the air, much more frightening than the lethargic dragoness who was lazily staring after the air-borne woman and the very nervous cross-dresser, causing Michael's spirit to nearly escape his skin wanting to run far away as Tamari's eyebrow quirked at the sudden shiver that swam down her newfound friend and ward's spine.

The man behind Karmin was about 5'7" to 5'9" tall, long black hair, writhed in gold jewelry. And there was no doubt to anyone, much less someone as well-learned as Tamari, that this man was a god. He glowed heavenly power, even if his smile seemed like that of a devil. She barely had a moment to notice even such obvious details, though, before her vein began to pulse with anger as he swept up around the little chestnut-haired girl and gripped her bosom with both hands, nuzzling his nose into her hair.

"AGH!" Michael was mortified, it wasn't like Kouto couldn't have known who he was feeling up. He knew that the girl he was grinding his crotch against was actually his son, causing Michael to melt into a puddle of humiliation and inarticulate squeaks as he kicked and grasped and failed to budge his father an inch.

Tamari rescued him from his father's grasp with a grab of her hand and a yank, and for some reason, Kouto released his grasp. Michael was only briefly surprised as he found himself in Tamari's bosom and was equally as freaked out but entirely unable to say anything to that notion for fear of helping along the inevitable humiliation that his father would drop when he dropped his name ever so subtly into the mix of boiling water. Michael could only hope that if he wrapped his arms around Tamari tight enough, when she went to breathe that force of liquid shock, she'd have a hard time aiming at him.

"... That look is quite good on you."