This young man is the latest addition to a world I've had in development for the past 13 years. He is the latest incarnation of a very old soul who the gods of war have toyed with for time eternal. Luce is the youngest prince of the Cicanian dynastic family. Due to a prophecy calling for a princess, poor poor Luce has been forced to live a double life, for the good of the family of course. At least that's what he used to believe. The moment captured here is just after Luce has cut his hair, by which he feels he's severed the red string of fate, binding him to the prophecy. If only he knew the truth. I hope I haven’t spoiled too much of the story for you, but perhaps you’ll be intrigued enough to learn more. In case anyone is curious, the images of Luce in the foreground and background are each seperate sketches, as is the ring framing him. The sky scape in the background was taken with my digital camera and ten touched up in photoshop 7. The rest of the image was also colored using photoshop 7.