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Character profile: Nancy"Now, I know this must sound hard to believe from your position, but you're in no danger. You'll come out of this just fine. Just relax and don't struggle. Now hold still... *GULP*" --NancyCharacter profile: Nancy by sonicinterface
Type of character: Sonicverse - Gigant's interpretation
Name: Nancy Deuce
Age: About 30
Race/species: Cow (Mobian)
Occupation: "Supplier" - Golden Fields Dairy Factory (see "Modus operandi" below for details)
Family and associates:
No known living relatives. Single. Good friends with Marisa the Bat.
First things first, let's get the important thing out of the way: Nancy is a giantess. She stands at roughly ten stories tall. Her body proportions, however, are normal. Her primary body color is a bright green (#80FF80), broken up by huge blotches of orange (#FFBF80); her muzzle is flesh-colored. She has two small, white horns that stick straight up, and small ears t
Cookie Calamity -Toon- -Req.-The alleyway was quiet, save for the hum of a few air conditioners. A black-and-white kitten by the name of Color wandered by himself along the alley; he'd never been to this alley before, and wanted to do some exploring. Occasionally he would pause and peek into a trash can in search of something shiny, but for some reason all the trash was dull and boring today.Cookie Calamity -Toon- -Req.- by sonicinterface
As he passed by the back door of one building in particular, a scent coming from it made him stop in his tracks.
Color's nose hadn't betrayed him. That building was a bakery, the newly opened Sprocket Bros. Bakery to be more precise, and someone was baking cookies inside.
Discreetly the kitten pushed the door open, glancing back and forth. He'd definitely entered the kitchen, and it appeared to be vacant, not a butcher or baker or candlestick maker in sight. The scent of cookies was still strong, though.
Surely no one would notice if I pinched just one cookie. Maybe tw
A Blanket Statement -Toon-It was a cold autumn evening. If not for the science expo in town, Snapdragon wouldn't have ever ventured outside. His teeth chattered as he wrapped his tail around himself in a futile attempt to warm himself.A Blanket Statement -Toon- by sonicinterface
Snapdragon was a dark green alligator (or was he a crocodile? Even HE was never sure) with a light green underbelly that extended along his arms and legs. His snout was elongated, and his back bore two vertical columns of slightly longer, black scales. Most distinguishing was his scaly hide, which was incredibly coarse front and back; his scales were so rough they could be used to sand wood.
I'm so COLD! I'd better find some extra insulation before I retire to my hotel room.
Glancing up, Snapdragon noticed that he was passing by the expo grounds. Despite the expo not opening until the next day, he could see that one of the exhibits was open. The words "BLANKET MAKER" graced the top of a large, cubical thing the size of
The White KingIt's a rainy Saturday evening in London, and due to a new curfew all the bars have closed sooner than usual. Mild-mannered gentleman Joseph Faraway, having little to do after being forced to part early with his alcoholic mistress, decides to play a game of chess against himself.The White King by sonicinterface
Of course, in his drunken state, he barely follows the rules at all.
Knights do not move two up and one sideways. Bishops do not move in diagonals. Pieces leapfrog one another without regard. One turn Faraway moves a piece as though it's a white rook, the next as a black queen.
Faraway's manner of play is so ridiculous that he accidentally releases the spirit of chess itself out of the game board and pieces, and into himself.
A moment later, he is Joseph Faraway no more. He is the White King.
The spirit of chess gives Faraway phenomenal powers. He has an entire army of pawns, bishops, and knights at his disposal. He can move people, objects, buildings as easily as chess
Cartoon SkydivingSkydiving in cartoon worlds is significantly different from real-world skydiving, owing mainly to the fact that cartoon characters are nearly impossible to injure or kill.Cartoon Skydiving by sonicinterface
A 'toon skydiver or base jumper seldom uses a parachute or any other safety equipment that are ordinarily indispensable for a safe landing. Then again, for 'toon skydivers, landing "safely" typically defeats the purpose-- they rely on their own cartoon invulnerability in the same way that normal skydivers rely on their parachutes.
There are at least three common methods of cartoon skydiving, each of which exploits the air friction and the diver's cartoon invulnerability in a different way.
The "flat dive" is usually recommended for beginners, or those without a diving target. The diver extends their limbs and keeps their body face down and parallel to the ground, like a real-life skydiver would to slow their descent. The air pressure flattens the diver into a sheet, enabling them to drift gently to
Logical Fallacies IIA particular tribe has two categories of tribesmen: Sunkind and Moonkind.Logical Fallacies II by sonicinterface
When asked a question by an outsider, a Sunkind will always answer truthfully, whereas a Moonkind's answer will always be false. Apart from that, members of the two tribes are virtually indistinguishable, as they dress and behave identically.
You've just met two tribesmen at a fork in the road. You have a hunch that the first is a Sunkind and the second is a Moonkind, but you haven't confirmed it.
So you point at the first tribesman and ask: "Are you a Sunkind or a Moonkind?"
"I'm a Sunkind," he replies. Which is exactly how a Sunkind would answer that question.
Then you point at the second tribesman and ask the same question.
His answer: "I'm a Sunkind." Which is exactly the answer a Moonkind would give.
You take these answers as proof that the first tribesman is a Sunkind, and the second is a Moonkind.
Is this wise?
Logical FallaciesA particular tribe has two categories of tribesmen: Sunkind and Moonkind.Logical Fallacies by sonicinterface
When asked a question by an outsider, a Sunkind will always answer truthfully, whereas a Moonkind's answer will always be false.
One day, you happen upon a member of the tribe at a fork in the road. You're sure he's either a Sunkind or a Moonkind, but you have no idea which one.
So you ask him: "Excuse me, sir. Are you a Sunkind or a Moonkind?"
"I'm a Sunkind," he replies.
What have you proven?
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The Library of HellIt was the most massive library on, above, or below the face of the planet. It was near impossible to find a wall that wasn't covered in bookshelves. Its entrance hidden in the caves of a large canyon, it was said that every word and phrase that had ever been written or spoken was transcribed somewhere in its hallowed shelves.The Library of Hell by sonicinterface
It was the Library of Hell.
The Library had a single librarian whose name no one knew. A fearsome demon with the head of a human woman, the body of a humanoid tiger, the wings of a dragon, and the poisonous bite of a cobra. She (if indeed it was a she) possessed all the knowledge of all the books in the Library, which meant she was more knowledgeable than all the scholars that ever lived. Some said that she stamped return dates in human blood.
My wife and I had come to the Library of Hell for the purpose of locating the Star of the Howling Beast, one of the most valuable artifacts in existence. Our
Best-Laid Plans -Kane-"As that sign just told you, welcome to Wolfwind Coast. This is a place known for its air currents; the winds here are almost completely random, defy all reason in their behavior, and range from wild to just plain annoying. In other words, they're just like Tory."Best-Laid Plans -Kane- by sonicinterface
"I heard that!"
"The name of Wolfwind Coast comes from a local legend. It's said that a pack of wolves came through the area and paused to rest when a giant boulder rolled through the area and flattened them all. Then the wolves were scattered far and wide by the coastal winds, and still ride the sky today. Hey, I think I see... never mind, it's a bird."
"That about sums it up, Adam. As is the MythBusters custom, the question we've come here to answer is: will it blend? ...ahem, I mean: could it really happen?"
"Let's find ou--"
Indigo turned the TV off. She wasn't really sure why she'd turned it on to begin with.
Recently she'd found hers
You Will Die TonightYou read the title right. Tonight you will die. Tonight I will sneak into the rooms of everybody who reads this text and kill them in their sleep. You have the rest of today to say goodbye to your friends and family.You Will Die Tonight by sonicinterface
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to sharpen my knife collection.
The Mail Always Comes -Kane-Red was fast asleep inside her envelope.The Mail Always Comes -Kane- by sonicinterface
There wasn't much for the robin-turned-phoenix to do during the return trip to her hometown of Wolfwind Coast. After all, she was flattened into a tiny reddish-orange rectangle and enclosed within an envelope for transportation. Kane had tolerated it three times now; Red secretly wished she'd asked him how he'd done it.
She kept track of her journey via the sounds she could hear outside. The noise of the airplane had already come and gone, and now the distinctive hum of a mail truck's engine persisted, so she figured she was already close to home.
SCREEEEEEEEE-CRASH! The sudden sound of metal hitting metal jolted Red awake, quickly followed by the sensation of flipping over and over. She hadn't done this before, but she was pretty sure that wasn't part of a normal mail delivery route.
The next sound to reach Red's ears was the SPLASH! of something massive hitting a body of water.
Many Hearts, One PurposeDear victims of 9/11,Many Hearts, One Purpose by sonicinterface
It was ten years ago that the World Trade Towers were demolished, killing you undeservedly. Your loss left an impression on the entire nation, no, the entire world. I will play a special song in your honor tonight. May every single one of you rest in peace.
Signed, Ozone the Pangolin
Dear victims of 9/11,
Although your deaths were hardly of any consequence to us, everyone here in Technuloji shares your pain. Sherbie and I can only wish we had been there to do something about it, but the most we can do is pray for you. Having lost my mother to the water at the age of ten, I know how your friends and family must feel. May every single one of you rest in peace.
Signed, Queen Altair Caroline Devonne Caraway XIV
Dear victims of 9/11,
Even I can't help but bow my head when I think of the lives that were lost ten years ago. Every single member of my pack of 96 members feels your pain,
Rediscovery -Seq.-Adam was lonely.Rediscovery -Seq.- by sonicinterface
Not that there were many other emotions appropriate for a young red cat who'd been run through a washing machine and a dryer, ironed to practically no thickness, folded into a tiny square, and shut in his own underwear drawer, supposedly never to be found.
He couldn't move. He couldn't see. He couldn't speak. He had no idea what was going on outside the drawer, nor how much time had passed since he'd been shut in it.
Complete isolation. Total isolation. Absolute isolation.
Lonely, boring isolation.
Was this it? he asked himself over and over. Was this the way he was destined to spend the rest of his life, as a featureless crimson handkerchief tucked away where nobody would know?
...Apparently not, as Adam suddenly felt and heard the drawer pull open. At first he was confused as to why this gesture was not accompanied by sudden exposure to light, but then he remembered he was so thoroughly fold
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Beauty the dragon 'slayerd'It was a cold winter's day, sword in hand Beauty bent down close to a rock right near the dragon's lair. Even the moon light could not penetrate into the darkness beyond. She waited there to steel her nerves taking a deep inward breath as she tried to ignore her tail so cold it wiggled franticly to stay warm. She listened carefully, a deep rumbling erupted from the gaping cave entrance causing the very ground to shake. "She sleeps…" Beauty whispered to herself, she rose up knowing it was safe.Beauty the dragon 'slayerd' by Lolocator
Unlike most knights she preferred to wear simply leather armour designed for maximum mobility, her feline quick reactions always gave her an advantage in battles. Ever so slowly she hunched forward and tiptoed into the darkness consuming her whole as she ventured forth, drawing out a torch to light her way across the many jagged walls.
As she went deeper and deeper the snoring got louder and louder till she could feel it in her very bones, her breath becoming heavy, her eyes darting i
A beauty-ful ballIt was a lovely warm day, not a cloud was in sight and the pale blue sky seemed so vast it would be easy to feel like it would consume you. The sun's rays cast a brilliant ray down onto the tennis match below illuminating it in an aura of golden brown as Brian and Tom began preparing for their game. The crowd around them was huge; millions of fury's, scalys and all manner of creature had come from around the world to gather and watch the epic… yeah not really…A beauty-ful ball by Lolocator
Sitting on the many empty seats Beauty finally taking a break had been invited to watch them play a game, her cat feline instincts amused her as the shiny yellow furry ball flied this way and that. It was not often she could indulge in her cat cravings but this time she could relax. "Go! Tom wohhh! Go Brian wohhh!" she called happily giggling away.
With one swift motion after a clever drop shot Brian had to launch himself to reach the ball, however loosing balance he miss judged his swing power sending the ball straight up into
Beauty and the not so beastIt was running a bit late, the sun was already sinking down casting a ruby coloured haze through the windows of the dimly lit work-shop. It all belonged to a Neko by the name of Beauty, She had been working all day on her lasted invention the automatic clothing creation unit, the machine was huge and from the outside looked nothing more than a long silvery cuboid with an opening at both ends and a black conveyer running along the inside. "One, last thing to do" she said to herself proudly, bending deeper into the machine to tighten up the last bolt.Beauty and the not so beast by Lolocator
She gave it a few turns making sure it was sealed correctly then began to walk her way back out "If I were in a stupid story I bet I would of got caught in that machine" she joked to herself opening the door only to hear from the prick of her cat like ears a single footstep echoing inside.
She strode back in, switching on the lights as it was now to dark to see without them. She listened again, her ears straining and twitching for the sound
The Forgotten Concept CharactersConcept art.The Forgotten Concept Characters by LadyShelleBelle
Art that progresses designs for creating characters. However.. the first character design, isn't always the last final design. Nay. Us characters go through stages of different designs until our final form is complete. But.. what about our first form? Our second form? These are our forms that get left behind, never used in the final story and basically just for display purposes to show what we originally were.. that or we're hidden away, maybe even.. forgotten.
No-one knows what goes on behind closed doors. Perhaps we still do get drawn? But, how can we be certain? I mostly speak for characters in video game's, those you control the lives of. Their destiny in your own hands, their adventure. And what of us? We get no adventure, no. We sit back and watch as our final last design lives out what we should've lived out.. that should've of been us, not them. We were the first, why are we put on the shelf?
I'm not here to tell you my story however, nay. Not now, I'm here to tell
Breaking the Seal Kitsune Transformation StoryBreaking the Seal Kitsune Transformation Story by LightningTheFox7
The sun shone down through the many branches as Ryan made his way through the forest pathway. A twentysomething male, Ryan was always looking for new things to do, and new places to explore, and as he had moved to a new town recently, he wanted to see just what the town and the surrounding areas had in store.
"This place sure is nice." He smiled to himself as he walked through the forest, stopping every few moments to check out the wildlife. This forest seemed to have an abundance of foxes and owls, as well as the occasional squirrel. "I just wonder if the rumors I heard are true.. if there is an old shrine around here."
Not too long after he moved to the town, he heard some rumors from online friends that said that the old forest outside of town used to hold a shrine dedicated to kitsunes. He thought it sounded a little bit off given that kitsunes stemmed from Japanese mythology, and why there'd be a kitsune shrine in the middle of the forest in the USA was anyone's guess. Still, he t
How to bake a cakeIngredients-How to bake a cake by Lolocator
1x voluntary (or if you evil) not so voluntary furry or scaly any kind.
4x spoon full Yeast
1x Rolling Pin (quite large)
1x Frying pan
1x Oven with hob
1x Baking tray (large)
1x Large table
1x Egg timer
Before starting pre-heat oven to 200 degrees Celsius
Step 1: first, you need to make your volunteer/victim more pliable and dough like. So lay him on a large table for good working room after adding a good hand full of flower.
Step 2: when all set begin with your rolling pin starting with the head and down for a better squash, repeat once all the way down and up then flip volunteer/victim over and repeat till firmly 1 centimeter thick.
Step 3: Now all flat the volunteer/victim will be more pliable, so grab said volunteer/victim by each end of his body and squash up into a nice firm ball.
Step 4: Kneed the volunteer/vi
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The Cat Burglar -Trade-The stronghold was set in the middle of a mountain range. It was guarded around the clock, and many high-tech security measures guarded the treasure within. It almost seemed like a challenge for thieves to come and try their luck.
Of course, someone took the challenge.
A black figure coasted across the night sky, directly towards the stronghold. It was none other than the elastic black cat known as Blinkie. She'd molded her arms and hands into a hang glider for the trip, and was enjoying the sensation of the air rushing over, under, and around her.
As she passed over the stronghold, Blinkie retracted her arms back to their normal shape, dropping down onto the roof. The impact briefly squashed her down to a fraction of her normal height, but she popped back without difficulty.
Alright, here I am. I just have to sneak in, steal the diamond, and get out.
Blinkie scanned the roof for potential entrances. A circular hatch ca
Land of Giants -Toon- -Req.-Sophie beamed as she reexamined the leaflet the supervisor had given her. She was sure she'd fit right in where she was going.
Out of boredom, she'd wandered over to the Universal Teleport Station and decided to pop into another world for a spell. According to the leaflet, the world she was headed for followed similar laws of physics to her own, but every single one of its residents was a giant multiple stories tall. As a wingless dragon who herself was as big of a house at full size, she didn't hesitate to sign up for transit.
"Okay, miss, the portal's active. You can go ahead and step through any..."
Sophie had already dived into the purple light.
The multicolored world on the other side of the portal was an impressive contrast from the plain white teleport chamber. Sophie had landed in the middle of a humongous town, with buildings and mostly deserted sidewalks as far as she could see. She felt very small, which for her was an incredibl
Table for Three -Req.-"Look, Lizzie, it doesn't matter how you count them. Two chairs can't sit three people."
The wolf twins Lizzie and Abbe sat on opposite ends of a table out on their back porch. A week ago, Lizzie had insisted on picking out this particular table-and-chairs set because it matched her green fur; the problem was that today they were expecting a third party, and didn't have a chair to spare.
"C'mon, Abbe! There's gotta be a way to make it work. We didn't invite Tom over just to turn him away because he doesn't have a place to sit."
Lizzie got to her feet and studied the bright green chair she'd been sitting on. Confused, Abbe stood up and made her way around the table to stand beside her sister.
"What are you thinking, Lizzie?"
"Well... maybe if we take this chair apart, we can put the pieces back together in such a way that we make TWO chairs. You know, like in that mathematics textbook."
"Lizzie, I don't think that's the way it--"
"I'm gonna try it.
A Beast in the Valley -Trade-The temple was well hidden in the woods, nearly impossible to find except by accident. Wolfen Down had stumbled upon it quite by chance in an attempt to take a shortcut. He seemed to have a knack for discovering ancient temples.
Two rather aged wolf statues guarded the temple entrance. Inside, a third statue firmly clutched a crystal ball; there seemed to be no way to remove the ball from the statue's hands.
Weird. That ball HAS to be important. I can sense some sort of energy inside it.
Wolfen cautiously reached out and touched the ball with one finger. Immediately he pulled his hand away as he felt his canine instincts act up.
What the...? Okay, whatever this thing is, it's dangerous. Maybe I can...
Taking a deep breath, Wolfen placed his right hand-- the one he always wore the Infinity Gauntlet on-- palm-first against the ball's surface. Then he focused.
Energy crackled across his fingertips. For a moment, his hand was glued in place as energy flowed between
The Wicked Wild -Trade-"Oof!"
Kaitlin and Leon Down landed in a heap on an unfamiliar patch of ground. Only minutes ago (from their perspective), they'd been locked up together in a cage. Kaitlin had tried to shoot the lock off with an energy blast, only for Leon to slow down time, cut deliberately in front of her, and take the shot instead. The resulting overload had pinged both of them into another time and place altogether, as was rather typical for their adventures.
"Leon, you did that on purpose!"
"Well, yeah, I did... look at it this way: we're not stuck in a cage anymore, right?"
"The phrase 'out of the frying pan and into the fire' comes to mind..."
Kaitlin let out a frustrated sigh as she and her twin brother stood up and looked around. The warp had dumped the two of them in a clearing in a large jungle. Trees and bushes of many different sorts dotted the landscape.
"It's beautiful," the cobra remarked. "We should start bringing a camera with us when we travel."
Pool Party -Trade-The pool party was that afternoon, and Lizzie and Abbe still hadn't been able to secure a good pool toy for the occasion. Every toy was too expensive, or too ugly, or too... well, Abbe seemed to be a bit picky when it came to pool toys.
"Stop stalling, Abbe!" Lizzie moped as the two of them scanned the shelves of one last sporting goods store. "Let's just pick one and get it over with!"
"It's the middle of summer, Lizzie," the blue wolf reminded her twin sister. "If it were good someone would've bought it by now. You were the one who thought it could wait until the last minute."
"Well, if all else fails..."
"We've been over this already. Big, round balloons don't make good pool toys. Besides, the last time we tried it I kept tipping upside-down and getting water up my nose."
Abbe turned around to scour the shelves again... and caught sight of something behind all the inflatables she'd deemed too ugly. Rushing in, she dug through and uncovered i
Valley of Rotting Flesh -Trade-"Look... Leon... I know I divided the candy equally. You're just hiding some so you can get more than your fair share!"
Halloween night was upon the Valley of Venom, and the Down twins had just finished trick-or-treating. Kaitlin (dressed as a sorceress) had taken the liberty of sorting the candy, but her brother Leon (who'd gone as a vampire) was insistent that his share was smaller than it was supposed to be.
"Nuh-uh! You just want to keep more for yourself!"
"I counted them and gave you half! You're the cheater here!"
The argument quickly turned into a shouting match. Finally, the cobra blew her top, and shot off an energy blast at the wolf.
It wasn't until both their visions went purple that Kaitlin remembered why aiming her energy blasts at her brother was generally a bad idea.
When the light faded, the room had been replaced with the street just outside. Kaitlin groaned as she and Leon got to their feet (a few pieces of can
What Lurks Within -Trade-The gray wolf stood at the entrance to the maze. His appearance was one of a hero, with blue eyes and brown hair. Thirteen other Mobians of varying species, six male and seven female, had already entered the maze, but the wolf didn't have faith that they would return.
As the wolf stepped towards the entrance, a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned, and found himself making eye contact with a female red echidna. She was dressed in black robes and wore a patch over her left eye, and a few of her quills in her forehead were purple.
"Prince Theseus of Athens," the echidna greeted the wolf coldly.
"Lady Kia of Crete," the wolf responded in turn. "Caretaker of the maze and the Minotaur."
"Don't think I didn't recognize you, Prince Theseus, even if the guards didn't. I don't need my 'eye of scrying' to know your face when I see it."
To emphasize that last bit, Lady Kia flipped up her eyepatch, revealing a small crystal ball she used as a glass eye, b
Taffy Black -Trade-"Okay, everyone," the director called out, "we begin filming the next scene in one minute! Take your places and get into character!"
The filming of Taffy Black's pilot episode was well under way at the television studio (the same studio, incidentally, responsible for the game show Nothing Flat). Cameramen and sound technicians were stationed at every appropriate location, ready to catch everything, while the actors rehearsed their lines.
The actress playing the titular super-heroine, a black cat by the name of Blinkie, stood ready in an appropriate spot. She was dressed in a bright orange latex bodysuit that hugged her fur so tightly it might as well have been part of her body, although her head and tail remained bare; a circular emblem depicting the letters "TB" adorned her chest. She also wore a mask of the same color, framing her green eyes perfectly. Glancing at the director, she yawned and stretched-- and I do mean stretched, as h
Character profile: Caroline"If I lived in Star Trek, I'd be a red shirt." --Caroline
Type of character: Cartoon verse (~Lolocator's version)
Name: Caroline Redd
Age: Late 20's
Allegiance: Red team
Family: Has an older brother named Nathan. No other known relatives.
Caroline's body colors are the classic skunk black and white. She is flat-chested, and has green eyes. There's nothing remarkable about the way she's built.
She wears a red bandanna tied around her left arm, an indication of her team allegiance. She also wears a hot pink tank top, featureless. Other than that, she goes unclothed.
Caroline is a little introverted. She doesn't try to avoid conversation with other people, but doesn't actively pursue it, either. She's a realist who can't take compliments easily, and a known snark. She's also fairly good with numbers and statistics, and
Char. Profile: Officer ZacharyType of character: Calamity City
Name: Officer Zachary (the "Officer" is not actually part of his name)
Age: Early 20's
Occupation: Police officer
Zachary is about half a head taller than average, but otherwise fairly normally proportioned. The majority of his body is white with black stripes, but his chest is plain white. He has a straight mane that sort of resembles a mohawk, starting at the top of his head and going down his back, ending about where his tail begins. Its stripes are identical to his own. His eyes are blue, and his mouth area is gray.
His hands and feet are black hooves. He actually has functional hands, but each hand has hard fingertips that can sort of lock together to form a hoof. He usually keeps his hands locked as hooves when not otherwise using them for anything. He's missing one black stripe on his left leg, the fourth one from t
Fancharacter Profile: TashakoType of character: Sonicverse (more specifically lizardman22's interpretation thereof)
Name: Tashako (tuh-SHAH-koh) Ana
Age: About 20
Species: Anaconda (Mobian)
Occupation: Writer and storyteller
Tashako is a slight bit taller than most Mobians. His primary body color is a dark yellow, sort of golden, about BFBF00 in RGB hexadecimal. His chest and mouth area, as well as the underside of his tail, are a slightly lighter yellow, around CCCC00. He has no eye color; his eyes are black. He has arms and legs, but lacks toes.
His entire body, except for his head, is covered in a pattern of black spots. The spots on his torso are each about an inch in diameter, whereas the ones on his arms, legs, and tail are smaller. His tail is about as long as he is tall, and has an oval-shaped cross section with the thinnest portion vertical; he lets it fall slack and tra