Princeh Monster
Crucifukked
The sand immediately burns the eyes.
The stinging sensation and gritty texture clings to the surface of the demon's pupils.
His eyes are blood shot as he looks up from being kicked to the ground.
"That's not the proper way to treat a guest!" He bellows, distraught and unappeased.
UserName: Crucifukked (But please do not include the username in the art piece)
Style: Style 1
Form: Fullbody (35OK + Willing to tip)
Colour: Coloured
Character name: Moloch Vixae Rotspawn
Refrence/s: REF1 | REF2 | REF3 | REF4 |REF5
Tidbits: Moloch appears from the neck down a normal businessman. A few thousand dollar pinstriped business suit, pristine rolex, one for each day of the week, fine Italian loafers, and a tie with a fancy pin. But from the neck up, the story changes, two bony horns protrude from either side of his head, much like a ram's. This isn't your average business man by any standards. He trades in damnation and salvation, a wandering demon, the President of the Acquisitions and mergers branch of Morningstar Holdings. Moloch is a total narcissist, to the point where he'd fit into the realm of serial killer. He's never met a single person he'd consider his equal, or even close to him in any aspect. As for his species, Moloch is a Dark bringer and Ifrit. His body, under his suit, is crisscrossed with his veins, which are inky black under his skin. He looks like he has blood poisoning. His ability is to emit this sort of liquid darkness and control it. It's so thick you can actually feel it. Able to conjure fire within the palms of his hands, Moloch's strength exceeds the ability of what's considered normal amongst other demons.
Details: Moloch is a macho macho man! Gimme' muscles upon muscles upon bulk, upon more muscles! As for the pose.. perhaps adjusting his tie, smokin' a cigar. Something casual but fits in with the above information. I give you complete artistic freedom as long as it reflects his hard-a** appearance and his cocky, arrogant, sadistic personality. You can incorporate the liquid darkness in the form of fog/haze, or play with his ability to create fire with his hands. Blood is love.
The gentleman bends his neck at an unpleasant angle, black sludge trails from his lips falling in droplets on the floor. The customer is unhappy and he can't fathom why. However there is a lot of interest in this particular candidate, with a sweep of his arm he bows and recedes to the back. The request of him has been accepted.
I will send you updates via PM so you don't have to keep coming back here if that is alright with you.
The large demon staggers back up to his feet, swollen eyes.
He waves his hand at the "gentleman" as he get's up and leaves,
the demon is eustatic that the request was accepted.
He leaves to attend other business, a drunken hobble in his step from the previously blinding encounter.
Sounds just peachy!