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It’s Flairéeeeeeeeeeee! (glomp)
Flairé: (completely unfazed) Um, yeah. About time, too.
Oh, go on. Anyway, I drew this for my brother’s Dungeons and Dragons homebrewed rules, version… uh… 2, I think. Or was it 1.1? I can’t remember. Anway, I wrote out his backstory (see below) and then I drew a picture of him to go with it… and fell in love with it. Completely. Like a 13 year old fangirl. I mean, look! He’s got such beautiful hair, and his eyes are exactly Flairé, and the skirt of his tunic isn’t totally wacky, and he’s tall and slender and graceful. My mom doesn’t think much of this picture. His pose could be improved, I’ll admit – his back needs to curve more and give even more sense of movement. And I used my cheat for drawing hands. But the hair…

The biography: “Flairé is the eldest son of Prince Flaer and Lady Zela. Already unbelievably ancient, he often embarks upon long journeys all over the world, keeping his skilled technique polished and helping random people with good hearts. Always optimistic, Flairé is rather flippant for an elf and has a ready smile for every occasion. When not adventuring, he lives in the North-Western Hemisphere on a large island with mountains and forests with his parents and his only sister.”

Isn’t he lovely.
Flairé: I guess I am. I’ve developed since then, too.
Yeah, but this is the best drawing of you.
Flairé: I don’t know, you’ve done some nice ones recently, too.

The form is exactly the way my brother printed it out for use. As I recall, Kevin was a human thief, though I can’t remember very well, and Mom was a hobbit named Brunella, though I’m not sure about that either. Yes, we convinced Mom to play just one level of D&D. Holy cow.
Flairé: Moo.