At the end of the adventuring day, she sits and gazes into the endless distance. The sickle of Winter's Crescent, a gift from a fading deity, rests by her side.
She removes her boots and relaxes. She is undisturbed by the cold. No snow falls upon her.
My player character from a (sadly) defunct Pathfinder campaign. It was perhaps, the most engaged I had ever gotten in a tabletop game so far, getting greatly invested in our player characters, the non-player characters, the GM's lore, and the narrative. Unfortunately, there was no resolution to the plot before the sudden cancellation... However, I've decided to take this character as an OC. My one humanoid OC. As good as an excuse as any to practice and draw humanoid subjects, if nothing else.
This is a cross-post of the campaign art I had made along the way. I have and likely will make more for future campaigns. It's been an interesting and inspiring creative experience. The role-playing and the tactical "unknown" that are the dice-rolls have made for exciting improvisational narrative.
A child of the winter spirits, as are the rest of her tribe of "Small Yeti." Snowy white hair, pale tones, always has a faraway look. Quite naive and silly and easily tricked (Sense Motive = 0), but still wants to do good above all. Tends to stare at horizons, a daydreamer and an adventurer at heart. Desires to see the lands of the southern horizon, where the lilacs grow...
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