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Golden Hands and Golden Fingers

Annchi, the princess

Annchi is the middle child of three, the future queen and the last of the living Sun Maidens; women gifted with an ancient, sacred magic. Thanks to a childhood accident that left Annchi partially paralysed and her older sister lost, it is likely the line of the Sun Maidens will die with her. Reaching her power’s full potential might bring hope back to her family, but the journey is long and perilous. It will take the best of the best to escort Annchi safely to her destination. Especially with the rumours of those hunting for the golden gauntlet.

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My ocs: Layla (kid), Bella the cat and Esmeral the strain cat

Miya the rightful angel:

Grace:

Luna the moon demon:

New character: Name:Aztec Grey (He could be Venus the wolf son)

Another cat oc: Zita Annchi

Monica:

Monica version 2

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I've been so active on here today my screen keeps acting up .__. Meanwhile, Shifu and OC Annchi cuddling because I'm random.

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Golden Hands and Golden Fingers ~ Theo, the knight

An excerpt from Chapter 21!

This little town was quaint enough, but he could se why Priam had wanted to leave it. He could also see how, in the right mindset, one could spend the years away here, letting the flow of time carry them through each sunrise and sunset. Priam obviously didn’t have that mindset, didn’t have that want to rest. But he could see Annchi loved this place. When the caw of a rooster had woken her at dawn, it wasn’t with a groan she shifted in the bed, but a smile.

What must it be like to carry such a burden on her shoulders? He didn’t know how she could conduct herself the way she did, with such an easy joy. To be the last of her line - no child should have to deal with such a burden. He heard it in her voice the night before, how heavy its weight was on her - her father should have done everything he could to lessen that weight. He couldn’t change the facts. He couldn’t change that Annchi was his only living daughter or that she would never bear children. But that didn’t mean he had to weigh her with it when she wasn't even a woman yet.

“Theo?” Annchi looked up from her breakfast. “When was the last time you visited your home?”

It had been a long time. “Not since I began my academy training.”

He hid a smile. Annchi looked at him differently now that she knew where he had grown up. Emogen did too. Not that she had any right to judge him. Though when their eyes met for a moment across the table, he got the sense that maybe she wasn’t judging him. That she might respect him a little more.

It was easy to look at someone like him and think he grew up on city life. He’d always done a decent job at fitting in wherever he needed to. The Fae were good at that, good at blending into their surroundings, hiding from prying eyes, from explorers, from wanderers. Only those the Fae choose to allow would ever find them.

Theo had asked many times what it was the Fae saw in his mother that led them to allow her in, that made them agree to take him, to care for her in her final hours. And they’d always said they same. “It’s nothing we know, changeling. It’s a feeling. It comes from all around us.”

They used to say the trees could hear everything. He couldn't remember now if he’d ever believed them. 

“Do you ever miss it?” Annchi asked with a curious smile.

Fae children weren’t so common in the clan Theo was raised in, not as he grew older, anyway, and became too old to need friends. But the way Annchi watched him reminded him so much of the Fae he did know. So alert. So open.

So he answered honestly. “Sometimes. Things are simple there. The Fae are complicated, I suppose, compared to how humans might look at the world - but their lives are simple.”

“Were they kind to you?”

The Fae were not warm, not in the way people like Annchi were. But they were kind to those they felt deserved it. They never asked for anything in return. He imagined there were few women who would think of an idea so outlandish as to give their baby to the Fae to raise. She must have truly been desperate, to the point where the outlandish was all that would save her.

 He often wondered, after he left to make his own way, if there was something he owed them, something he should give them as thanks. But he couldn’t begin to even think what that might be.

“Of course they were.”

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Golden Hands and Golden Fingers ~ Annchi, the princess

An excerpt from chapter 19, where Annchi learns something new about Theo.

Bal Crannog was just lovely.

Annchi had never been anywhere like it. It seemed as though the sky went on forever and ever. Not like from the castle windows. The horizon wasn’t barricaded by spires and parapets. She could watch the sunset until her last breath. She’d love to paint it.

Nalini sat beside her, watching the sunset too. “It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?”

Annchi glanced at her. Nalini was stunning; she didn’t think she’d ever seen a prettier girl in her life. Her hair was so shiny, even though she’d been traveling for who knew how long. If Annchi looked more like her in three years, she’d be blessed by the Gods.

“It is.” Annchi looked back out the window. “It’s so - can a place be loud and peaceful at the same time?”

The noise of farmland reached them even through the walls. She’d never heard so many animals in one place. And yet all the open space made the place feel so quiet, so empty. She just loved it. She never wanted to go home. Not ever.

She held back a sigh. It wasn’t ladylike.

When they sat to eat, the others took the lead by piling their plates high and eating with their hands. Annchi was only too happy to join in. Everything at home was so much more lavish, more dainty. She couldn’t say she missed it.

As they ate, Annchi noticed that Theo didn’t eat any meat, not even the coveted Bal Crannog goat wrapped in cabbage. He rejected it when Priam offered it, and ate only the bread, the cheeses, the slices of peaches coated with honey and seeds. He ate a lot of the peaches.

“Theo,” she said. “Why don’t you eat meat? That’s unusual for a Rhi man.”

And it was, more or less. For a knight, anyway. She mentally rifled through the various customs she’d encountered at all the dinners she’d endured, the delicacies she’d swallowed down. The Fosiáns loved anything from the sea, some of it distinctly pungent. Ambassadors from Kanat liked their food burning with spice, flushing cheeks and scalding tongues. The northern horsemen could eat enough potatoes each to rival ten men. But she couldn’t think of any, not immediately, that ate no flesh of any kind.

Theo gave a small smile as he swallowed his latest slice of peach, licking the honey off his finger, dignity left at the door. “I never ate it as a child. Makes my stomach turn now.”

“Where did you grow up?”

It looked like Theo might not answer her at first, like he might pretend he didn’t hear. His silence only brought attention to their conversation, the others stopping their eating to glance down the table at him. Their eyes on him only seemed to annoy him further, and he gave a reluctant grunt before saying, “The Hawkland groves.”

Em dropped her roll, turning to stare at him, “In the groves?” as Nalini’s jaw dropped. Priam’s reaction was less overt, though he glanced up from where he’d been watching Jiri with renewed interest. Jiri was the only one who seemed despondent at the news. He probably didn’t realise, bless him. But Annchi did. And she had to cut in before anyone else had a chance to ask.

“Do you mean with the Fae?” she asked. Surely not. He would say no, of course not, he lived in a lowly settlement in the woodland somewhere; they were uncommon, but they existed. That must be what he meant. Or perhaps he didn’t mean the groves, exactly, but perhaps a town like Anwell, more in that direction-

“Yes.” He said it almost like a sigh. “With the Fae.”

Even Jiri now looked surprised, attention drawn away completely from his cabbage bundle. “Really?”

“It’s no more unusual than you, seraph,” Theo grumbled, reaching for another roll and tearing off a chunk with his teeth. “The forest belongs to everyone.”

“Not the ones with woodland Fae, they don’t.” Priam was aghast. “We don’t - I mean - you don’t just go to the woodland with the Fae.”

“Well.” Theo shrugged, tearing off the next chunk of roll with his fingers. He seemed almost smug. “My mother did. And here I am.”

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Golden Hands and Golden Fingers ~ Jiri, the seraph

An excerpt from chapter 14, where there’s danger afoot.

Jiri let go of Annchi and was on his feet in an instant, blades drawn. The warmth of his wings bloomed around him, and he squinted out into dark beyond the glow of the campfire. In the shadows, another soldier fell, while the others sprinted in towards the light to form a perimeter around them.

“Where are they coming from?” Theo demanded, unsheathing his great weapon and stepping into a battle stance. Something about him turned almost animal when he readied himself for a fight. On his left, Emogen stepped in front of Annchi, brandishing a long, narrow blade that glinted like a snake’s tooth.

“I don’t know, sir, the shadow came from nowhere.” The soldier’s voice quavered with fear of the unknown, and Jiri couldn’t blame the poor thing. “I was like a ghost.”

“Ghosts don’t cut a man’s throat out.”

Jiri took a long look around the darkness outside the campfire. Jiri’s limited experience had still exposed him to spirits, and though Theo was callous in his tone, he was right. Ghosts didn’t cut a man’s throat out. But there was something out there, shifting in the shadows, almost like smoke.

This was what Lady Dharma had trained him for. This was why he was here, to protect Annchi. He took a glance down at her. She had struggled into a seating position, but couldn’t get any further than that. Though her hands were shaking, her expression was set, her eyes blazing. It wouldn’t be fair to demand she use her magic to help. His light would have to be enough. It was his duty.

“Don’t be frightened,” he told her, though he had never see a braver place. She nodded.

“Priam,” Jiri said, feeling Priam’s presence at his side like a comfort. “You need to carry Annchi back to the coach.”

He was strong enough to take her, and the least skilled with a weapon. They couldn’t afford to have Theo’s hands occupied.

Priam didn’t respond, but his voice rang out, “Your Highness, put your arms around me-”

A shadow leapt from the darkness, hissing like a cat. Before it could plunge its claws into the nearest soldier, Jiri sprang forward. His wings pushed him on as he sliced his blade through the creature, the cut glowing like melting ore, before the creature fell in pieces, dissolving into smoke and sludge.

“Not a ghost, then,” Emogen said, voice resolute.

Jiri took a deep breath. The creature's form sent dread creeping down his spine. He glanced down at his blade stained with the slightest smear of black sludge.

“Get Annchi to the coach,” he said again, as the shadows began to hiss.

He ran forward before they had a chance to reply, slicing through the next monster that came creeping out of the dark. He was a soldier of the divine. this was what he was made for.

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Golden Hands and Golden Fingers ~ Annchi, the princess

An excerpt from chapter 11!

If Annchi pressed close enough to the window, she could see the misted shadow of the Dragonspine in the distance. She could only imagine how tall the mountains would look once they got closer. What would it be like to climb one of those?

Treacherous, near impossible, even for someone who could walk. But still, it was fun to imagine the wind whipping at her face, the view she would have of her kingdom as she climbed higher…

“Annchi.”

She glanced towards the other window, where Emogen kept up alongside her.

“How are you feeling?” she asked. She was asking if Annchi needed food, or more water, or if she needed to relieve herself. But really, she was asking only about the pain. So Annchi decided to answer honestly.

“I felt a bit this morning, but not so much I need to take anything.”

“Are you sure? If you’re in pain-”

“I promise.” She kept her voice firm. “If it becomes too much, I will tell you.”

“We’ll be stopping to make camp soon.”

Annchi didn’t miss the grimace on Emogen’s face when Theo sidled up beside them on his gelding. She couldn’t wait to stop and get out into the air. She wanted a better look at those mountains. She wanted to feel the grass on her bare toes.

“I’m looking forward to it,” she said. “Isn’t the Dragonspine beautiful?”

For once, she spotted something the two of them. The subtle dismissal of beautiful things. Emogen was from Fosiá, the city of marble that shone like fresh snow, and a sea of blinding blue. So perhaps the Dragonspine, the rolling plains of Rhi, were nothing to her. But she knew nothing of Theo’s background, where he had come from, and why such a thing would not move him as well.

“Have you ever been to Fosiá, Theo?”

He cast her a brief look. “No. I’ve never been further east than the Hawklands.”

“I don’t think Fosiá would be a place for him,” Emogen said, her tone and smile equally biting.

“Don’t worry. It’s not a place I’ve been interested in visiting.” Theo’s voice was gruff, but the snideness beneath was far from his usual dignity. “Too many snakes in the streets.”

Emogen snorted. “You think Fosiá is unique? You think the king doesn’t have spies? You think there are no enemies in Iarannor’s shadows?” She glanced at Annchi, not looking slightly sorry as she said, “Forgive me for speaking out of turn.”

Annchi had to suppress a smile, even if the thought of her father’s hidden enemies sent an unpleasant shiver down her spine. Her father’s enemies were hers, and her brother’s as well. “That’s alright.”

“Regardless, who are you to profess loyalty to the king’s guard?” Emogen glanced at him. “You’re no more ingrained into his rule than I am. You came from nowhere. Why can’t I do the same?” Emogen turned to face straight ahead, jaw clenching as she added, “I had my own reasons to leave my people.”

And with that, she spurred on ahead, murmuring something about spotting the best place for camp.

Theo watched her go with a desolate scowl.

“You have no reason not to trust her,” Annchi said, balking when his thunderous gaze turned on her. “I know the serpents’ reputation precedes them. But Em’s been with me for years.”

“What makes you so sure she is loyal to your father? To your family?”

He didn't mean to be patronising. But he spoke like she was a child who knew nothing. There was one thing she did know, far better than he did.

“I’m not sure of her loyalty to my father, because she is not loyal to him.” Annchi glanced up ahead, at where Emogen directed the front of their procession. And she thought back to the day they first met, not long after her accident. And the way Emogen looked beyond her wounds and right into her soul, with those eyes of steel.

“That’s why I trust her,” she said. “She’s loyal to only me.”

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Golden Hands and Golden Fingers ~ Theo, the knight

An excerpt from chapter 8, where worlds collide!

The stranger withdrew his weapon, just as, “For Teffrin,” emerged from his lips.

Annchi screamed as the man’s blade pierced through a lady sitting closest to him, blood spilling from her mouth. Theo withdrew his sword and charged forward.

A dark hand came from behind the stranger and yanked his head back. A blade slid across his neck, so smooth and quick he almost missed it. He knew it had happened when the stranger dropped his blade, hand coming to clutch his slit throat.

His attacker knocked him to the ground, her curly hair short and coiled tight, her skin deep and, now blood-spattered. He was about to thank her. But he stopped short, fear sinking deep in his spine. The women was dressed in black, in a leather vest and shirt, her arms bare. One arm decorated with a a snake tattoo, running from her forearm up to her shoulder.

Theo raised his sword. “Seize her. Seize the serpent!”

The other knights made no move to do any such thing, while the woman stared at him dourly. “Who are you?”

“Who are you?”

“Theo, this is Emogen.” Annchi gestured towards her, alarmingly calm in the fray. “My guard.”

“This is your guard?” Theo stepped in front of Annchi, brandishing his sword all the while. “A serpent?”

Emogen scoffed, wiping the blood from her dagger on her trousers. “Former serpent.”

“As if there’s a difference.”

“Theo, it’s alright. Em’s in my father’s employ.”

“So you might want to drop the sword, knight, before you take out one of his majesty’s inside men.” She smiled in that slink way only a serpent could smile. “Or women.”

“In the name of Teffrin!”

Theo turned towards the ring, body firm between Annchi and the serpent woman. Out in the ring, a knight sparred with a new intruder, he fell moments later. Beside him, his horse lay impaled on a spear of black metal. Metal that melted into sludge.

“For the abandoned god,” the intruder roared, hands burning as another spear grew in his palms. straight from the forge of sorcery. He raised it, pointing it towards the stands.

Theo grasped Annchi’s chair and wheeled her back, diving in front, shield raised. “Get her out of here,” he demanded the serpent, against his better judgement. “Now!”

The spear lodged in his shield, the force of it knocking him back a step or two. Then it melted, red-hot. He flung the shield aside before it had a chance to scald him. The black metal hit the ground and gurgled like living tar. “Throw me a shield.”

Golden light struck the ground behind the intruder, distracting him from his target. The intruder turned and raised his weapon, roaring out Teffrin’s name once again, only to be thrown aside in a blast of light.

The attacker raised a bow that shone like stars, and felled the mage with one arrow to the neck. As he fell, the spear in his hand melted like magma against his flesh.

Theo was so numb, it took him a moment to realise why everyone was screaming. Why they were standing and shouting and pointing, not at the dead mage with the melted ribcage, but at the attacker with the bow. Because he stood in the centre of the arena, hands and feet sheathed in gold, wings white like a dove stretching from his back. A young man and a wolf by his side.

“Is that a seraph?” Behind him, Annchi’s voice trembled, but there was a delight in her awe.

In Theo, there was only dread. What would bring a seraph to them, of all places? And who was he seeking?

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Golden Hands and Golden Fingers ~ Theo, the knight

An excerpt from chapter 13!

Theo woke to the sound of a whimper. At first, it sounded like a wounded animal; the wheezing breath of something trying not to be heard.

“Hush, now.”

He rolled over towards the light of the fire. Then his eyes fell on Emogen, kneeling over Annchi on the other side of the campfire. Annchi lay on her back, the wounded sounds coming from her lips. He sat up, startling them. “What’s happened, are you alright?”

Emogen’s eyes met his and she shook her head once, turning her gaze back to Annchi, brushing the hair from her face, murmuring words in Fosián he couldn’t understand.

He crawled across the campsite closer to them, getting a better look at Annchi’s face. Her face was scrunched, her jaw stiff as she gritted her teeth. He couldn’t see any wounds on her, nothing to indicate illness but the growing flush in her cheeks.

Annchi shook her head, her movements cutting to a jarring stop as she let out a dry sob, her back arching like she’d been stabbed.

“What is this?” Theo asked, demanded, because he felt dangerously close to hysteria.

“Remnants of her injury.” Emogen pressed a hand to Annchi’s forehead, soothing her as she continued to sob. “It won’t heal, just as her legs won’t heal. It comes and goes. The medicines we carry usually help.”

“But not always?”

“Not always.”

“I’m sorry.” The words sounded like Annchi had to force them out, like each syllable caused her breath to leave her. “I didn’t mean to wake anyone, I…” She cut off with a shallow gasp, her eyes opening, wet with tears.

Emogen grasped a cloth and folded it tight, holding it out for Annchi. Her teeth clamped over it, her scream muffled, her cheek pressed into Emogen’s leg as tears slipped down her cheeks. Her body trembled in weak convulsions.

When Theo reached for here, he was startled to see his hands were shaking. He took hold of her hands in his, her fingers digging in tight.

“I…” He looked at Emogen. His thoughts were scrambled in panic. All he could do was let her cling to him, her fingernails biting into his skin.

Emogen bent her head back down to look at Annchi. “Look at me, princess.” Her face seemed softer now in the light of the campfire, even with the stark blackness of her serpent tattoo on her arm. How did she make her expression suddenly so gentle?

Annchi looked up at her, jaw clenching around the cloth, her breath shuddering. She seemed so small here curled beneath the blanket.

Emogen stroked the hair from her face. “Which Chaylee will I tell you off tonight?”

Annchi said nothing, teeth still clamped around the cloth. She barely gave a whimper, her small hands squeezing into Theo’s. He didn’t know how to hold her back. Should he be gentle, or did she need a stronger grip to keep her grounded?

But Emogen didn’t seem to need an answer, because she was already speaking again. “Then why don’t we talk about Chaylee of Storms? And her beloved Tegan the shepherd?”

Annchi’s muffled cries softened, just enough for Theo to catch it. But Emogen didn’t acknowledge it; she was already beginning her story. One Theo knew well; he had heard it many times when he was a boy. He expected Annchi had too.

“It began when Chaylee, the youngest, was born in the eye of the storm, and came from nowhere. The Gods had been forging gifts for Her older sisters; the three Dragon-Gods to serve as companions. The first daughter of the sea was gifted Tala, the second of the mountain was gifted Heraani, and the third of the forest was gifted Sloane. But there was no Dragon-God created for Chaylee of Storms, and so over time she grew jealous of her older sisters.

“So Chaylee took a dark eagle feather from the ground and cut out a great lion’s heart, and with these tools she created Cheveda, the first of his kind, the great griffin who would settle on the Fringe, and walk with Chaylee as her companion.”

Where Theo grew up, they revered Sloane and his mistress as blessings to the forests. But they also considered Cheveda to be a true Dragon-God, even if he was created from mortal things. Others were not in agreement, and it was just one of those trivial subjects that could carry drunken debates for hours. It would all only be relevant if Cheveda truly existed.

But who was he to question that when a messenger of Dharma lay sleeping just a few feet away?

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Golden Hands and Golden Fingers

~Introducing Annchi (L) and Theo (R)

Annchi, the princess

Annchi is the youngest of three, the future queen and the last of the living Sun Maidens; women gifted with an ancient, sacred magic. Thanks to a childhood accident that left Annchi partially paralysed and her sister lost, it is likely the line of the Sun Maidens will die with her. Reaching her power’s full potential might bring hope back to her family, but the journey is long and perilous. It will take the best of the best to escort Annchi safely to her destination. Especially with the rumours of those hunting for the golden gauntlet.

Theo, the knight

Theo enters the knight’s tourney partly for money, partly for glory, and partly because he’s simply bored. What he doesn’t realise is that the king is watching for a winner worthy of protecting his only remaining daughter. Princess Annchi must make the journey across Tirnaeia to complete her training and awaken her power in Sun Maiden tradition - and Theo will have to accompany her. When the king calls, there’s little choice but to answer.

It’s surrogate dad time! These two are cuties and I love them. Annchi at twelve years old is probably the youngest POV character in any of my WIPs so far, so I’m excited to write her story and work on a new dynamic between them!

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Golden Hands and Golden Fingers ~ Annchi, the princess

An excerpt from chapter 6 of GHGF, where Annchi and Theo meet for the first time!

Someone knocked on the door. Annchi dropped her braided strings onto her lap. “Do you think that’s them?”

“Probably. The tourney should be over now.”

“Come in!” Annchi called, resting her palms on her knees and waiting for Carra to return to her. Carra took hold of her chair and wheeled her around to face the door. Her father didn’t like to see her wheeling about on her own, though she was well capable of it. Still, she kept her hands folded primly in her lap, as he would want, just in time for him to enter the room.

“Good afternoon, Father,” she said with a smile, trying not to look too obviously over his shoulder. The man who followed him in was tall, taller than Father and broad in gait. His armour was understated with no decoration, but his face, scruffy as it was, was handsome. Though he looked grimy - and she couldn’t fault him for that, if he had just been sparring - his dark hair was neat if a little too long, and his face clean shaven. At the sight of her, he bowed to one knee, but not before she saw it - that tell-tale look in his eyes. That startled moment of realisation - oh. This little girl cannot walk. She could paint a whole gallery of portraits, for everyone who made that face.

“Annchi, how are you feeling?”

“Much better, thank you.”

“Rise, sir.” As the stranger rose, Father gestured to him. “This, my daughter, is Sir Theo Diam, the knight who won the tourney.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sir Diam,” she said, looking up to meet his eyes.

“You may call me Theo, my lady.” His voice was surprisingly gentle. She couldn’t pin his accent to any particular place, but knights always came from all over Tirnaeia for the tourneys.

“Theo.” She smiled. “You must have fought well. I’m sorry I could not be there to see it.”

“Yes, his skills were admirable.” Father glanced between them. “I may step outside for a moment, and let you speak. Please relay any qualms or wants you may have for the journey, Annchi. He is here to serve you first, understand?”

“Of course, Father.”

He stepped out into the hallway, leaving her alone with Theo - and with Carra and their guard, of course. They stood to the side, Carra pretending to busy herself by smoothing down the sheets on the bed.

“So, Theo.” She cleared her throat. “Have a seat.”

He sat on the chaise at the foot of her bed, delicately, like he were afraid he would stain it. Now she could get a closer look at him, she saw his eyes were a cool grey-blue. Like the morning sky on a cool day.

“Where are you from? Do you serve under my father?”

“I’m from the north, my lady. I didn’t train in Iarannor.”

“Well, you must be a league above those who did, if you could defeat the strongman. His skills are legendary.”

“I’ve heard of them, yes.”

“And yet, no one really knows you.” 

How odd that was. But oddities did not frighten Annchi. In fact, she found she rather liked them.

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Because i have 2 new ocs made by me, let's know them: Aztec Grey and Zita Annchi (N/A name was old)

And i missed drawing detective Void (detective Void belongs to detective Void youtube channel) with my old persona:

Also, my SCP persona with Professor Lucius (Youtube channel) original characters:Chen, professor Lucius, Pythia, Marisa and Serghei (i don't own them)

Simple drawings:

Version 2:

My SCP persona :full details: