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"The Messenger, The Blade, The First Wing of Amir. No one is left there to remember the real me. Just me."

The odd-winged-one that carried on the duty of the Eagle, equally skilled... Or one could even argue that the swift cuts of his blade were even more precise, always delivered with what seemed to be the coldest hate one could keep in their soul. Yet he always greeted fellow hunters with a smile - most likely trying to keep up to what Eagle got them used to. The joyful nature was just a mask that disappeared the moment no eye reached him -miserable and broken inside with no hope left to cure the broken spirit.

It was quite a while since the last time I painted a straight on portrait of any of my OC's, with the help of ArtBreeder I tried to create a reference for that one and I must say that the final result is quite... captivating. I guess that I'll never reach a satisfying realistic rendition of any of my OC's but that one here is my closest one (at least for now). Feel that I might have slightly tackled the uncanny valley with his sorrow filled stare - but it sure is similar to the sensation of trying to take his thoughts to the ground and speak to that soul in person.

!!All characters of the piece belong to me and you're not allowed to use them in any way or form!!!

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Description

"The Messenger, The Blade, The First Wing of Amir. No one is left there to remember the real me. Just me."

The odd-winged-one that carried on the duty of the Eagle, equally skilled... Or one could even argue that the swift cuts of his blade were even more precise, always delivered with what seemed to be the coldest hate one could keep in their soul. Yet he always greeted fellow hunters with a smile - most likely trying to keep up to what Eagle got them used to. The joyful nature was just a mask that disappeared the moment no eye reached him -miserable and broken inside with no hope left to cure the broken spirit.

It was quite a while since the last time I painted a straight on portrait of any of my OC's, with the help of ArtBreeder I tried to create a reference for that one and I must say that the final result is quite... captivating. I guess that I'll never reach a satisfying realistic rendition of any of my OC's but that one here is my closest one (at least for now). Feel that I might have slightly tackled the uncanny valley with his sorrow filled stare - but it sure is similar to the sensation of trying to take his thoughts to the ground and speak to that soul in person.

!!All characters of the piece belong to me and you're not allowed to use them in any way or form!!!

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Interested in commissions? Just note me!

Also find me on:

++ArtStation ++

++Instagram++

++Twitter ++

++Twitch ++
++YouTube ++
++Ko-fi ++