David
David lived with his parents he was 10. He had two little borthers, ages 8 and 4, and one sister that was just born before the incedent. David lived in a family where love and comfort was abundant. His two youger brothers were close as well as his parents. One day a few minutes after his mother gave birth to a fourth child, a girl, someone knocked on the door. David sensed danger on that thunder filled night, and brought his tow younge brothers into the closet by th front door. His father stared at the door, holding his wife dearly as rocks burst through the window riveling the horror of the thinder and lightening. The babycrid loudly, and her unbilicelchord still uncut. A man bashed through the window. David watched from the top of the coat rack in the dark closet as his brothers hid behind the shoe rack in horror and utter silence. All david could see was two neon green glowing eyes from under a soaked hood of a grey cotten sweatshirt, and the pale green hands of the creature. A hand sunk into the poket of it's soaking black sweat pants an pulled a gun. One shot into David's mothers head, four into his fathers chest. The man neal atthe crying baby still attatched it her dead mother, and he cut th chord, but long enough that he could strangle the baby with it. One of David's brothers started shivering, shaking the shoe rack. A shoe fell and quick as a dart the man opened up the closet and found the two boys. He grabbe them both. He clamped onto the juglar andpuled it out of the youngest ones throat, and struck a dagger through the middle child's chest. In silence he looked at David. He pulled his down from the coat rack, and held him like a baby. He slowly walked out of the bloddied house with David in his bloodied arms. He looked at David with comforting eyes, his face still sunk into the hood, with only glowing lim green eyes with neon yellow pupils. David was petrified and didn't know what to do, but somehow knew the man wouldn't kill him. Or even hurt him intentinally. The man lay David on a broken matess under the porch light of an Itallian restraunts back kitchen door and left David there.
Sense then David's been petrified of people with green skin, fur, hair, or eyes. A kindly psychiatrist took him in, or tried to. He sees David every other day, except weekends, and holds his home open for him. David lives on the streets, paranoid, psychopathic, agressive, and quiet. He doesn't have many friends, most of which only use him, and he doesn't trust anyone.
Daivd
I've now gotten into the habbit of drawing things without defenate lines. This is a neat perspective, I think. I like this a lot and I haven't really gotten anything quiet like this in my other indefenate-line drawings. At least I'm coloring stuff again.
David Really Sad
Hey! I thought I told you not to disturb him! This is part of a comic that's never gotten finished.
Death To AOL
AO-Hell is more like it.Man, I just LOVE that pic! It's one of my favorates. Remeber-if anything goes wrong, blame AOL.
Talking It Out
David seems to be the first in line. Wonder why... (no, jk) The doctor accedentally turned into a werid version of Jhonen Vasquez.
Zorph Back Riding
Now THAT looks like fun! Scorch looks a little worried, but it still looks like hella fun! I mean c'mon, David's even enjoying himself!
