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Yup. It's Bowie from the GGJP RP again. This time however, I decided to do a more emotional portrait of him. This pic also goes hand in hand with the profile I wrote for him below, which explains just what EXACTLY his story is as a character inserted into the Guilty Gear story (And as a character in general), for those who care to read. Some of you might remember the part with the Daisuke style Bowie since that part of the pic alone is in my scraps. ^^ Picture title inspired by the song by Rush with the same name. You can find the lyrics to the song, here: [link] ---------------------- Name: Bowie Lennon (First name is Reference to David Bowie, last name is a referrence to John Lennon of the Beatles) Race: Unclassified Gender: Male Age: 24 (before day of death) Birthday: June 13th Height: 6' Weight: 182 lbs. Hair color: Icey Blue Eye color: Yellowish Hazel Bloodtype: Unanalyzable Birthplace: Iceland Hobbies: Writing (especially Creative Writing) and Sculpting Favorite thing(s): His family, Earning respect and praise Dislikes: The feeling of Shame Backstory: During the last few years of the crusades, Bowie joined the sacred order of Holy Knights in order to protect and bring honor to his family (Who considered him as somewhat of a black sheep. While he was amadextrous or both-handed, he was very clumsy. He was also not the most assertive man in the world.). He served under Ky Kiske's lead as a Second Lieutenant. Sadly however he was killed in the onslaught, but not before both his hands and his right eye got mutilated by the gears. A day or so after Bowie's burial, some underground scientists dug up his corpse and placed him in suspended animation while they began research on their greatest project. Ressurection without gear conversion. Bowie was just one of the many corpses the scientists dug up to be experimented on. After many years of failures and defects, the underground scientists finally developed a formula that worked, using a mix of chemicals and stem cells. And who's body was next in line? Bowie's. Once he was injected, his body jolted up in a matter of seconds, appearing to be in perfect condition, even his hands and eye! The scientists had finally succeded in their project. Over the next several days, the scientists kept Bowie in hiding, telling him that their laboratory was a hospital. They never told him that he was dead, before. During that time, they observed him to see if there were any physical or mental alterations. Everything seemed fine and this worked for a while. Then one day, the scientists wanted to put Bowie through the ultimate test. For the first time, they let him outside the lab to see how well he could fit back into society. They told him to do as he wished, but return to them in a day with a report of what happened. Bowie accepted and still believing it was the crusades, he began searching for the man he served under, Ky Kiske. At one point during his venture, his hands and right eye were suddenly overcome with excrutiating pain. Having no idea why he was suddenly feeling these pangs of agony, he seeked out medical help. By the time he found a doctor, the pain had become almost unbearable. It was then that his transformation began. His hands became larger, bursting out of the bandages they were wrapped in. They also became blue and scaley. Then when Bowie looked into a mirror and lifted his bangs up, he saw that the mutilated flesh around his right eye had also become blue and scaley. "Wh-what's happening to m-me?!" He kept asking himself. The doctor, unsure of what was going on or what to do, took Bowie's hand to examine it. All of the sudden, Bowie began to transform again. But this time, he morphed into an exact replica of the doctor, and not just in looks."I don't know what to do. I don't know how to cure him. WHAT IS HE?" The copy of the doctor exclaimed. "What?! How...how did you read my thoughts?!" The doctor was overwhelmed and even terrified that he was face to face with an IDENTICAL twin. So much so that he collapsed on the ground. Right after he did, Bowie returned to normal. He finally realised that he was no longer human. "Who...n-no...WHAT am I?" He asked himself. But then, something came to him. "The GEARS!" He shouted, remembering back to when a Gear in the war mutilated his hands and eye. "W-when they injured me...they must have t-transferred some of their DNA into me...I'm o-one of them...I-i'm...one...of...them..." Little did he know though, that was far from the case... Meanwhile, the scientists caught wind of the incident with the doctor through the news. The doctor was in a state of paranoia, murmuring something about a person who was just like him, who thought what he thought. Felt what he felt. Then they showed the man's picture. it was Bowie. The scientists discovered that the formula they thought was perfect...wasn't. Bowie rushed back to the scientists, desperate to tell them and to find out what the hell happened to him. When he returned to the lab however, he was greeted by black tech guns and weapons at his face. "What's g-going on?!" "We're sorry, Bowie, but we saw what happened on the news." "You m-mean when I..." "You're now just another failed experiment." "Not only that, but you're dangerous. We can't let you put anyone else in such a mentally crippled state like you did with that doctor!" "You'll have to die..." "Expe-Expe-EXPERIMENT?!" Bowie yelled in shock. But before he could make any sense of this, he was dodging bullets, knives, and arrows, He had no other choice but to run as fast as he could, away from his newfound enemies. With pure luck, he succeeded in escaping a second death (Though he doesn't know that he died back in the crusades), but despite that Bowie managed to evade the scientists for now, they were still hellbent on eradicating this failure before he could copy anyone else's cell structure and brainwave patterns and cause even more chaos. So they enlisted the help of the PWAB... |
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Keep on sketching or whatever this was!!
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