Harold

He's cool. :> Okay, lessee...
HERE GOES. He's a city kid with no money and no friends. His parents don't like him and he's kind of a dick. So he runs away from home, figuring there's nothing left for him there, and starts begging for cash and food and sleeping, Idaknow, on benches and stuff. This one lady feels bad for him because he's so young and so she takes him in. It turns out she's a witch/fortuneteller type thing, and he starts to take an interest in magic. He reads all her old spell books and decides to practice a little black magic without telling her. All's well and good, until the evil magic starts to take its toll on its inexperienced user. The lady notices the changes taking place, such as the graying of his skin and the claw...ing... of his feet and, disgusted, she throws him out. So he starts to perform little magic tricks on the street for money. Black magic, being like a drug, is hard for him to quit, however, and by now he can practice a little without need for the spell book (which he of course no longer has access to.) The state of his body just gets prgressively worse, until he can scarcely be seen in public anymore without someone shouting some taunt at him. His eyes are the worst; he can hardly even look at his own reflection. So he wears a helmet he summoned from the Netherworld in order to cover his face. With his normal apparance went his sanity, and he likes slicing people up with his blade and then offering their flesh to... some... dark evil black-magic king or something.
UGH. DON'T USE THAT. IT'S TERRIBLE. I just made it up on the spot. :T

I think it's pretty cool actually. XD But I dunno. I guess I'll see if I ever draw him again. :D

Well, thanks, but I was just messing around. XD

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nice horns

Thanks!

np^^