Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191020115318/@comment-30014014-20191028003428

(Hound)

"Really?" Focused as he was, it wasn't hard for her to get a good shot of his moving motion. It was a picture...of her. Drapp didn't have the time to take one, seeing others disembark in the midst. Right now, it was an opportunity for him.

The drawing was the same for the rest. Drapp claimed it bare and in need of details, but in reality, it was already decent for his gray pen. One could look at it and recognize her after a few seconds. Of course, like the rest, it was taking them in a pose he thought their personality would allow.

Jorge was the squatting knight without his armor.

Mythria was the confident commander taking a pose one could expectantly see on a poster.

Imperia? A woman standing on a stool under moonlight, as depicted by the every lasting color of gray washed in different shades. A drink stoon near. A cocktail. If he had any colors to put in, it would likely be that of a ruby.