My Degenesis OC Alex aka Splint. He is a chronicler (some kind of tech- and computer freak collecting old knowledge) in a Post-Apocalyptic world. Smaller pic is him with his helmet/mask on. Base shading, still needs proper shading.
Journal text:
Alex is special, though I guess you'd say that about any chronicler. Let's say better, special for a chronicler, which explains that he prefers to stay away even from his own people.
His humor takes some getting used to, at least for me, whereas Fynn can clearly handle it well, which is probably related to the fact that the two have known each other for a long time and don't give a damn about the rather usual distrust of their factions. Rather, both joke about it. For me, this is less amusing, but I'm not a very humorous person.
After all, he is not quite so bad, even if obsessed with his chaos. You shouldn't put something in a different place or even try to take it in your hand. He notices it immediately without even having to look at you.
It is almost fascinating how he finds anything at all in this chaos. I would not be able to cope with it.
The fact that he can't walk doesn't bother him much either, at least on the outside, although I can't get rid of the feeling that he's hiding more here than you might suspect.
Maybe I'll ask Fynn about it, but whether the Hellvetiker will tell me more is questionable.
I am far more cautious when it comes to telling something about myself.
Alex was born former Greece into a family with quite poor circumstances. His parents were farmers who took the meager harvest from the land to sell it to different tribes. His three older siblings (two brothers and a sister) had to start helping on the farm at an early age and this fate would also have befallen Alex.
However, at the age of 6, Alex fell into the paddock of the only bull the family owned and the aggressive animal almost trampled the poor young boy to death. Alex survived but due to the injuries to his spine and the lack of proper treatment he was not able to walk anymore and thus a burden to the family, a little glutton who could contribute nothing.
His parents tried to sell the young boy to make some profit out of the child but none wanted him cause of his disability. A chronicler took heart and bought the boy in the name of the Order, even if it was not sure that the boy would bring any benefit to the Order, but he felt sorry for the child.
He didn't regret it, because Alex turned out to be quite gifted in handling technology and the will to prove to everyone that he wasn't a useless cripple.
Journal text:
Alex is special, though I guess you'd say that about any chronicler. Let's say better, special for a chronicler, which explains that he prefers to stay away even from his own people.
His humor takes some getting used to, at least for me, whereas Fynn can clearly handle it well, which is probably related to the fact that the two have known each other for a long time and don't give a damn about the rather usual distrust of their factions. Rather, both joke about it. For me, this is less amusing, but I'm not a very humorous person.
After all, he is not quite so bad, even if obsessed with his chaos. You shouldn't put something in a different place or even try to take it in your hand. He notices it immediately without even having to look at you.
It is almost fascinating how he finds anything at all in this chaos. I would not be able to cope with it.
The fact that he can't walk doesn't bother him much either, at least on the outside, although I can't get rid of the feeling that he's hiding more here than you might suspect.
Maybe I'll ask Fynn about it, but whether the Hellvetiker will tell me more is questionable.
I am far more cautious when it comes to telling something about myself.
Alex was born former Greece into a family with quite poor circumstances. His parents were farmers who took the meager harvest from the land to sell it to different tribes. His three older siblings (two brothers and a sister) had to start helping on the farm at an early age and this fate would also have befallen Alex.
However, at the age of 6, Alex fell into the paddock of the only bull the family owned and the aggressive animal almost trampled the poor young boy to death. Alex survived but due to the injuries to his spine and the lack of proper treatment he was not able to walk anymore and thus a burden to the family, a little glutton who could contribute nothing.
His parents tried to sell the young boy to make some profit out of the child but none wanted him cause of his disability. A chronicler took heart and bought the boy in the name of the Order, even if it was not sure that the boy would bring any benefit to the Order, but he felt sorry for the child.
He didn't regret it, because Alex turned out to be quite gifted in handling technology and the will to prove to everyone that he wasn't a useless cripple.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Human
Species Human
Gender Male
Size 2292 x 1607px
File Size 1.01 MB
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