Exiled (PERFECTO!!)

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Renèe aka: cozzybob

This is the perfect one. THE MASTERED ONE. Hehe, it's the best thing I've done so far. Really, you'll probably never see anything like it ever again. I'm such a horrible artist. I think it was a fluke. Maybe. We'll see. I'm getting good with mechanical pencils. Yes. I drew it in mechanical pencil. ONE mechanical pencil. Such a headache in that one. This is computer colored too. *** This is Wingrov (Win-grah-v), exiled hier to the throne of the Kingdom. He was exiled after he tried to murder his father when he discovered that the wicked man killed his mother the day of his birth. He's a very cool character. It's all a part of the novel I'm writing called Dear Alex.

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