As you might notice, most of the concentration in this one was focused on the face. The body makes me feel bad... It's one ...well... not good piece of work. This is a Raven Shaman I'm playing in our Shadowrun campaign. He's quite complex personality being a gentle and humourous friend as well as the annoying in the driving-you-over-the-edge manner companion. The story behind the red hands is quite long one, and that I won't tell here. I just say that it involves - lets say - some dark memories of years past. Yes, he's a spellslinger, but who decided he couldn't be fighter as well? His weapon of choice is anything with a sharp edge. He despices firearms thinking they are just a coward's choice for battle. He has a pet raven called Ryökäle (Finnish word for Bastard, Thug etc. ) who has this weird fetish for shiny thingies... Raven as a totem is a dry voice in his head throwing around dark humor and quite colorful insults about style and ways of doing things.