I’ve got a bunch of art that was never posted, so here you go. (TW: blood, not bleeding in the last image, after Harvey. Smoking after Techrat.)
Yeah, I had a couple of these done and never posted them. Both of these are for the second one, holding hands. There’s non-explicit nudity in the second one, btw.
Input welcomed to make stuff more realistic or to point out stuff I missed, especially from people who are multiple. (I am not)
Delia’s admin assistant is multiple (in-universe there’s something called Multiple Consciousness Condition – it’s NOT a disorder or disease. Multiples who need help get something similar to family therapy to work together and communicate better). (I’m specifically working on getting a ‘normal’ multiple in there because I have a couple characters, Swordcat and Ostanes/Iosis that are artificially multiple.) (Er, spoilers?)
(I’m going to say right here, anybody who’s going to try to say that multiplicity isn’t real or that it can’t be healthy or that people are doing it for attention or any other garbage like that can just shut up right now. I don’t want to hear it, I won’t approve comments along those lines, and, also, you’re wrong.)
The person who fronts the most at work is Irina. The body is female, 30-ish, and white. Over time Irina has grown to resemble the body more, although she’s still blonde while the body has dark hair. She’s non-binary and her in-world body is genderless. She showed up with a dozen others when the original was about 11, for no especial reason. (The home life was chaotic with lots of moving and family members in and out, but nothing horribly abusive). They faded / left for other worlds / died along with the original leaving Irina scrambling alone for several months. Irina took the legal name (was just ‘the pink girl’ – they were mostly named after colors by the original). She has anxiety and depression. She’s got a bit of a short temper which she tries to control. She tries to polite and nice to everyone, but she’s stubborn and impulsive.
The next people to show up were the twins Kim and Viola Violet who showed up when the body was about 13.
Kim’s a little boy aged about seven. He’s got periwinkle-ish skin, violet eyes, and butterfly wings. He can’t walk, but floats. In meatspace he’s very clumsy and stumbles a lot. He likes boys and gets lots of crushes. He likes birds and dinosaurs and loves to birdwatch. He’s very forgetful and kind of selfish (like a little kid), but loyal to his friends.
Viola age slides between 12-ish and 25-ish. She’s got red eyes, red hair, and dark purple skin. She’s asexual, has depression, and light and noise sensitivities. Because of their chaotic life she overcompensates by trying to control everything. Kim helps her remember to lighten up. She’s got tons of survival skills, the most useful one lately being able to pick locks. She loves languages and is always learning new ones. She fronted for most of the body’s teenage years. She takes a long time to warm up to people.
They’ve had a large amount of headmates show up and then fade over the years. During their teenage years it was about one a month on average.
The last one to stick around is William Beck. He’s moody, a bit of a hoarder, and has anxiety and paranoia. He’s about ten years older than the body and ages with it. Walked in from another world about when the body was graduating high school, and their family was moving across country (they decided to run away not long after that). He likes opera and has a good voice. He’s very loyal and kind. He’s got an excellent memory in-world but loses time when not fronting or co-fronting so he makes lots of notes.
William can be co-present with anybody but when not co-fronting can’t talk it Kim or Viola. Viola can only be co-present with Kim or William and loses time when not fronting. Kim can co-front with anyone. Irina doesn’t lose time and can always talk to everybody. They’re all generally co-conscious but during times of stress the fronter will get locked in for up to months at a time, which everybody hates. Kim hardly ever fronts because he can’t fake being an adult well.
They’re estranged from their family because they couldn’t handle it. They’ve got overlapping groups of friends. Delia, their boss, knows they’re multiple as do all their friends (because it isn’t stigmatized except by very conservative people). It’s easier to let strangers and other random people think they’re a singlet.
Comments? Suggestions? Critique?
10) Can you define a turning point (or more than one) in your character’s life?
(TW: character death,
Delia – when she met Mick Adler (leading to the creation of Future-Tech), when her husband died (the final straw to becoming the White Knight)
Wild Rush – when he got the only birthday present he ever got from his parents (fourth grade, a book of magic tricks and a deck of cards), when during a break-in he got sprayed with chemicals (leading to the grey skin and ending the headaches he got from his powers), when he met Daisy.
Daisy – when her mom died (leading to her dad abusing to her), when she met Wild Rush (leading to her powers expressing themselves and her being happy).
Andre – moving out on his own (he was a spoiled kid and having to take care of himself was a huge shock), joining a gang as a kid (his family is rather straight-laced, but Andre was a rebel and stubborn).
Charles – getting into a fight in junior high (ne was a big kid, but quiet. Got noticed by some people that ended up leading nem into crime)
… trying to think of a character with some non-obvious ones…
Sergeant Kella Aurita – getting arrested for shoplifting as a kid (got chewed out by parents to no end, including a trip to tour the police station. Got talked to by an understanding officer who ended up mentoring her a little bit and is why she joined the police academy)
#23 Is your character superstitious?
Wild Rush – he has a vague sense of things being lucky or unlucky or a bad idea, but nothing set in stone. He’d say it’s just hunches.
Daisy – not at all, but she can get hunches too
Andre – a little bit, just standard stuff like not walking under ladders, avoiding 13s.
Charles – ne’d say he’s not, but ne’s got a bunch of folk beliefs
Delia – more spiritual than religious. Believes in spirits in all living things, so we need to be respectful, especially old things
Silver Dollar – ooooohhhh, yeah. Exceedingly, about tons of things.
#31. Is your character right-, left-handed, or ambidextrous? More complicated than that?
- Wild Rush – left-handed. Can shoot and throw with either hand.
- Daisy – right-handed, unless she’s been around Wild Rush for a long time (I’m really trying not to spoil stuff about her but it’s haaaaarrrd…)
- Delia – primarily right-handed, but good with either for sports / fighting stuff.
- Joel – taught himself to be ambidextrous, but better with his right
- Charles – right-handed
- Andre – right-handed, somewhat ambidextrous. Can shoot with either hand.
- Techrat – ambidextrous, a little better with his right
- Gimmick – left-handed
#9 Who do they trust?
- Wild Rush – not very many people and he’s fast to distrust. He trusts Daisy unconditionally and pretty much trusts Charles and Andre.
- Daisy – Wild Rush, Charles, Andre. She’s pretty quick to trust, even though she should know better.
- Delia – Depends on the situation. Joel, of course. Her business partners and friends, if it’s not superhero stuff. The police chief, Donna Cooper.
- Joel – his mom, most people
- Charles – Andre & Daisy, not a whole lot of other people.
- Andre – Charles & Daisy, not a whole lot of other people.
- Donna Cooper – she only trusts people so far, because she’s been burned so many times. It take a lot to earn her trust and not a lot to lose it.
I misnumbered one last time and had a mini, but we’ll call it seven.
Yeah, been a while since I did this. I’m trying to do Camp Nanowrimo and don’t really feel like working on the story I was trying to do, so I’m doing this instead. And counting it.
It occurred to me a few days ago that Wild Rush’s grey skin could be related to argyria (tw for medical stuff and eyes in that link). He got splashed with some sort of chemical in a robbery gone wrong and a patch of skin turned grey and then spread. Now, he stayed grey and turned completely grey because he wanted to, so his powers made it happen. But. I dunno.
I’m currently trying to find out if it would turn his tongue and around his eyes grey too. (The pictures I can find of people with argyria aren’t very clear). It looks like it’s worse where light hits it? So the inside of the mouth probably wouldn’t be affected? (Unless I decide it is…)
But. To the actual character writing.
#29. How does your character smell? Do they wear any perfume / cologne?
Wild Rush – like wool and aftershave
Daisy – I’d imagine she likes flowery scents and would wear perfume. If she hasn’t put any on, she smells like jasmine or something from her shampoo.
Delia – when she’s superheroing, like leather and metal. Otherwise, probably likes spicy scents.
Joel – he burns incense a lot, so he smells like that
Leonard Burton – cotton, leather, and motorcycles. Just good man smells.
Charles – ne wears perfume, something spicy and flowery.
Andre – he wears a subtle cologne, something with a vanilla undertone
Techrat – like cotton. Doesn’t wear anything. Often sweaty and metallic smelling from working too long with electronics.
Gimmick – if he’s working, like metal and sulfur and other electronic smells. If he’s showing off, like nice cologne.
Swordcat – like a cat. Kinda a dusty musk.
Mask – not good. Wool, with b.o. He doesn’t sweat and hardly has a sense of smell. He does his best, but it’s an uphill battle.
This drawing challenge is going to take me WAY more than 30 days, but I’ve finally started the inks for the second one – Daisy and Wild Rush holding hands. And yes, I still need to actually draw the mini-comic I started.
I have a little bit more than this done (Wild Rush’s head is done – and his hair is always kind of a pain). Planning on not coloring this one.
(TW: mental institution / prison setting, mild threats, cold)
As a reminder: you can request to find out more about the world of the White Knight! Check out this post for topics.
Swordcat, aka Leon Smith (the mostly human part) / Lenxoli (the part associated with the sword, which wants to destroy all humans) (See this post for details – tw for ableist language)
So they found out that keeping the sword in the freezer helped out Leon one day, during the coldest winter Shard City had had in decades, when the heating system in Stomlin Ward (the special security ward of Stow Prison) broke down, completely.
A little before the normal free time they herded all the prisoners that weren’t horrible security risks into the break room. There were extra blankets and electric heaters. Swordcat was usually found without a shirt 1, but today was covered up, while most of the other inmates were wrapped up in blankets (except Wild Rush, who didn’t appear to notice temperature changes of any sort).
The biggest and baddest claimed spaces in front of heaters, pulling chairs and sofas closer. Wild Rush claimed a couch and heater and curled up next to Daisy. Swordcat dropped a blanket to the floor in front of a heater, growling slightly when another inmate gave him a dirty look, and curled up on the the blanket, his tail covering his nose.
Pretty soon, people were getting cozier, forming clumps of those that could get along.
Magpie sat down next to Swordcat, scratching his shoulders. When that had no negative affect, she curled up next to him. Others joined them. Daisy pulled Wild Rush over, and he sat warming what would have been her cold side.
Finally Techrat was the only one left, sitting on a couch near a heater, with his blankets carefully positioned to not aggravate his phobia of being restrained, and bearing a look that said clearly “Do not touch me. I will turn you inside out. I have the technology” as his teeth chattered. He apparently decided that being close to others was less offensive than freezing and sat between Daisy and Gimmick who both scooted over enough that he was only barely being touched.
It was when the heating was fixed and the store room where the sword was kept rose above freezing, that Swordcat returned to what they had thought was his normal, growly, threatening self, in contrast to the purring snoozing Leon they had found as they checked the break room (It was inhumane to not let the inmates be warm – and there was nowhere they could have been shipped off to – but it would be just carelessness to not check for trading of contraband while they were all so close).
It took only a few experiments to confirm it, and from then on the sword was stored in the kitchen’s deep freezer. While Lenxoli could still be talked to (for those doctors that wanted to risk it), it was much easier for Leon to shut it out.
(Note to self – each cell has a window on the other side of the bars made of nearly unbreakable plastic that can be opened as the inmate prefers)
- Which totally isn’t author appeal / fan service, I swear ↩
Relevant to this post. Photo of the layout sketchs. I am a master drawer.
(If you can read my writing – yeah right – trigger warning for racism and violence)
As requested. Please request more, this is fun and encourages me to make the wiki entries readable (aka more than jotted notes and half-sentences.)
Zashemism is one of the religions in the world of the White Knight. I’ve decided that at least some of the deities are real.
aka crying god
The many-named god exists in the pantheon of almost every culture. They send prophets to tell people to be good to each other and helps believers as they can. They are not omnipotent and uses their power to answer their believers prayers.
Zashemites / Zashemists, named after Gregory Zashem who discovered in the 1830s that the same god existed in so many cultures.
symbol: paisley (symbolized tears)
God Mode: Real. Culturally similar to Protestantism in America (or at least in my life), in that it’s highly prevalent, the majority of the believers are pretty good people who are moderate in their beliefs, and that it’s more of spice in life for more people than a major thing (in that they go to church, or not, and celebrate the holidays).
Yeah. The symbol is totally not influenced by the fact that I love paisley patterns. God mode is a reference to that part being out-of-character.
I keep a wiki of notes and info about the world of the White Knight. While I’m still working on the character writing prompts, I thought I’d let y’all choose some stuff to see. Some of the entries are just a sentence or two, some are very long. A bunch of them are completely disorganized, still in progress, or no longer correct. A lot of them still refer to the White Knight as Dale or he, aka the first version.
But, anybody can ask to see any of them and I’ll post what I have, and possibly expand on it. Or you can pick a general topic, like religion, heroes, villains, geography, or whatever, and I’ll post some relevant entries and thoughts.
Some general info: The story of the White Knight is set in Shard City, in Clermont, an abetary (=state) in the Anitian Mirivea Federation (AMF). About a generation ago, some people started spontaneously developing powers. They were soon declared legally not human and dubbed Ex-men. There had been super powered people for ages, usually scientists of one kind or another. They are generally admired, especially as a coalition of them stopped The War that was quickly enveloping the globe and decimating a generation of young people.
Shard City itself is plagued by gang violence and the streets are pretty much abandoned to crime come nightfall. Or at least that was the status quo until the mysterious hero, the White Knight, came along.
Specifically, it stars Wild Rush and Andre. Because you can totally tell who my favorite character is. (Which leads to some problems – I was thinking about some of the other stories I have written and, uh, yeah, gonna have to change those so stuff that should be about Daisy doesn’t end up being totally about Wild Rush.)
Any the comic is really just basically a drabble. It’ll probably be one page. But it works better visually (if I can pull it off) than it does in prose. Or so I hope. At nothing else, I need drawing practice.
TW: abuse, assault, threats, threatening with knife, blood, victim blaming
(I’ve decided Charles’ pronouns are ne / nem / neir / neirself)
Wild Rush had the habit of threatening / yelling at / blaming / etc Charles and Andre before Daisy came along.
They’d been expecting it. The boss was predictable about a few things at least. And when they heard his office door slam against the wall, they glanced at each other and dropped their mugs in the sink (less chance of them getting broken that way – they had to replace dishes too often already).
Now Wild Rush has Charles pinned down against the table, one of his knives that always seemed to appear from nowhere pressed against the back of neir neck. It was kind of amazing that the boss could so easily take down someone as big as Charles. Mostly terrifying, but kind of amazing.
“You told me it was guaranteed,” Wild Rush growled.
Andrew watched the sweat trickle down Charles’ neck. “Practically guaranteed. How was I supposed to know that Tectrix would decide he wanted it?”
Charles thought it was funny that of all the things that gave Andre panic attacks, getting chewed out wasn’t one of them. And he’d been the one with a knife against his throat or a gun against his chest plenty of times. Ne wasn’t laughing right now, of course. Ne’d gone pale – you’d think they’d get used to it – and ne was trying to breathe as little as possible.
“You’re supposed to find out these things. What am I paying you for?”
The knife twitched. “Gimmick said-”
“What are you doing?” Daisy shrieked. She pulled Wild Rush off.
He blinked at her. “I- they- we were just talking.” He sounded way too reasonable for someone with a bloody knife dangling from his fingers.
Andre pressed a clean washcloth against Charles’ neck as ne sat up. “It’s not bad,” he whispered.
“You were not!” Daisy said, her voice only slightly less high. “Why would you do that?!”
“They screwed up.”
She made a pained sound and pushed past him to them.
“It’s fine,” Charles said. “I’m fine.”
“No, it’s not!” she said. Andre glanced at the boss. He’d expected him to be pissed, but he just looked confused.
Wild Rush put a hand on her arm. “Daisy…”
“Don’t touch me!” And she fled. Wild Rush glanced at them, still puzzled, and went after her. Andre heard a door slam.
Andre scowled as he heard the door unlock. He’d just finished bandaging Charles’ neck – it really wasn’t that bad, hardly worse than a papercut, but it’d bled a lot – and the andrenline surge was dying down.
The boss perched on the chest at the end of the bed, bent all in angles. “Why is she upset?”
“We’re not exactly thrilled either,” Charles said coldly. Andre squeezed neir hand warningly.
“So what? Why is she upset?”
“She likes us,” Andre said.
Wild Rush’s brow furrowed further. “I like you too. So?”
“Generally people don’t assault people they like,” Andre said, suddenly tired.
“If you hadn’t fucked up-”
“Yeah, we know that,” Charles said. “She doesn’t. She hasn’t been here that long, remember?”
He pursed his lips, then said, “She won’t talk to me.”
“She probably needs to calm down,” ne said.
“From what? I didn’t do anything to her!”
“Didn’t her dad used to hit her?”
“Yeah, but…” He glanced away, his eyes crinkling as he thought. “I won’t let anything hurt her. I wouldn’t hurt her.”
“You’re missing the point,” Andre said.
“She knows I wouldn’t hurt her.” He looked back at them. “Doesn’t she?”
“I don’t think that’s the point. She probably doesn’t like to see her friends get hurt either. Most people don’t.”
“And there’s a difference between knowing something and, y’know, feeling it,” Charles said.
“But you fucked up,” Wild Rush said.
“Yeah, we know,” Andre snapped. “You don’t have to threaten us. We know.”
Wild Rush frowned, apparently still baffled. “Okay. Talk to her, okay?”
That was the last time he pulled a weapon on one of them.
I don’t think Wild Rush fits any specific diagnosis. (I’m not doing any research for him at least). He considers Charles and Andre his closest friends and he’d be upset if they got injured or killed, but only to the extent of how someone would be if their favorite shoes got ruined. ‘Well, shit, how am I going find some that good again?’ But he’d be wrecked if Daisy got killed.