by lexthedestroyer » Sun Feb 26, 2017 4:53 am
Username: lexthedestroyer
Name: Aalto
Gender: Nonbinary (uses they/them)
Personality: (Min 250 words, max 700) Aalto is completely captivated by art. Since they were a pup, they'd do whatever they could, trying out all different mediums; pottery, calligraphy, oil pastels, everything. When all else failed, they would sketch in great designs in the dry dirt of the forest floor, where they grew up. Fanning out their wings, they'd skim over the ground, wingtips carving the earth and weaving swirling designs. They always knew they were different, but it didn't bother them; where there were scathing glances, whispers, grabbing claws on their hair, a mocking flick of tails, there were always kind souls; those who would come up and gently brush through their hair, compared tails and laughed as they managed to trip over their own, and Aalto never stopped believing there was good in the world. As they grew, they finally settled on a permanent medium; body paint. The black swirls on their body are actually tattoos, but most of the time they'll be found splashed with paint, a brush hanging from their mouth as they paint the paws or tails of others or themselves. They're inquisitive, really, even though it might not seem like it. When they're in the right environment, they're focused, dedicated, and ridiculously passionate; they live in the future, always thinking of what move to make next, what brush stroke to use, what the final product will look like. This always comes out in their studio, a converted walk-in closet that they renovated. It now includes large windows, shelves full of paint bottles and a couple different herbs, and in the middle is a pile of tarps for them or someone else to sit on while being painted. It's accompanied by a small table, normally holding a mug or two of lemon tea. Outside of their element, however, they're spacey, distracted, and probably doodling on something. Their paws are always smudged with ink and blotted with paint.
Extra: Aalto still clearly remembered their first tattoo. It was a simple design, sketched and drawn and planned often; a curling, twisted branch lacing along their left thigh. Pitch-colored, writhing, and something Aalto couldn’t wait to get. Someday. They satisfied themselves by working instead with body paint, temporary tattoos, and learning how it might be possible for them to do it themselves. Thing was, Aalto was completely and totally broke, too broke to trade for or buy a tattoo gun, and too terrified to try a stick-and-poke DIY. It just seemed… unsafe, somehow, to stab yourself with an ink-covered needle and hope it went well.
They settled for practicing on foam sheets with a normal pen, trying to get the method down; small, precise strokes, like inking a drawing. They drew out a final stencil, found out exactly where to place it, and started gathering cheaper supplies: plastic gloves, paper towels, rubbing alcohol, tattoo goo for aftercare, cotton balls. Their arsenal expanded, cotton balls and antiseptic hidden in the back of their closet, until finally, when everything else was bought, they were saving up for just one more thing; a tattoo gun.
They went around their community, doing odd jobs, street performances on the sides of downtown roads (the silver paint didn’t come out of their fur for weeks, but it was worth it for the $50 he gathered), lemonade stands, babysitting, even magic shows. Hours and hours of work, for weeks on end, all to walk into a tattoo supply shop, wallet clenched in their teeth, and buy, for $300, a sleek black tattoo gun, a pack of needles, and two bottles of ink, white and black.
Finally, it was time. Everything was set out on a small table, a cushy chair set in front of it. They showered quickly, the water near-scalding. Thanking the world that their fur was short, they sat down, propping their left hind leg up on a stool. Yanking on the gloves with their teeth, they shakily grabbed the stencil, pressing it onto their leg. Perfect. Now to fill up the gun; black ink first.
Struggling to keep their paws steady, Aalto pressed the needle down, wincing at the sting, and starting to draw. It was over pretty quickly; the outline was dark black, with a messy filling the same color. After a month, it stood out starkly, and Aalto paraded with pride around his house.
Over time, more tattoos would come to decorate Aalto, some from the needle, some from paint stains that never came out, others on his mind. Memories like tattoos, always with him, some subtle, some bright and bold. Aalto cherished every one of them.
Extra 2: (Ditto)
Extras are a WIP!
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lexthedestroyer on Wed Mar 08, 2017 6:55 am, edited 1 time in total.
