This is a picture of one of my characters, Azera (last name unknown) this was done in conventional paint and took several hours to complete due to the fact that I was using a laptop without a tablet or a conventional mouse (IT SUCKED!!). . . Azera's earlier story goes as such. . . As a boy of fourteen Azera was abandoned and left to fend for himself in the Lost Desert, where only the strongest survive. A young half-elf from a forest land he was doomed to perish. But as fate was on his side the Sultan's caravan was traveling through the Desert of Debleahs, returning from an outside trade with the coastal cities. A goodly king as the Sultan was he adopted the boy and taught him how to survive. Being a half-elf Azera was blessed with both the liquid movements and thin frame of his elvin mother, and the durability and determination of his human father, within two years it was apparent that Azera was to accomplish great things in a land that knew nothing but strife and discontent. He radiated with power, both physical and magical, and under the sultan's guidance, and the teaching of the great scholars of the desert Azera became more than he ever thought he could be. He was Torrent, a sight of possibility to the Sultan, who alas was growing old and weary, and an easier target in the eyes of those who wished to oppose him or swindle him of his fortune. Understanding his position, the Sultan of Debleahs ordered that the guard be strengthened, and he called on Azera to be that strength. It was an ideal plan, though not without troubles. Azera was fiery and hot headed, with a disdain for orders (refusing to answer to anyone other than the sultan) he was sultry and to the other members of the guard (who did not except him for being an outsider) improper by the code of the desert. For them he would not offer his life or services, he held no companionship for his comrades, which was mutual, it made working as a team difficult and ultimately deadly. On the evening of the Solstice the palace was attacked, thirty men were killed, and the Sultan critically injured, it was through a last ditch effort from Azera and his comrades that they were able to save their king and drive the rebels into the desert. The scene this picture is depicting is at the end of the battle, after they drove the final rebels into the desert, the sun had risen high into the sky, but still he fought on.