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I was tempted to give it a go, but I don't really know anybody who plays Unathi that wants me to attempt to draw them. Although I suppose I can try to flesh out my own lizard...

Aw! Thank you! I can indeed attempt to draw KANG if you'd like! I have nibs again, so I'm ready to draw once more. Can you gimme some info to go along with?

"Alright, nerds. Got a new project for the three of you." A scarred, fed-up looking representative escorted by two Security officers gently places a secure case on one of the sterile desk that surrounds almost the entirety of the lab, encasing three tired lab workers into it with only one way out. They all share a look akin to can you believe this shit? or what the hell now?, and in unison, two pairs of eyes return to the foreigners in the lab - Khancresh, a Tajaran scientist, scoots his chair over to the containment unit and opens it, carefully unveiling an MMI that sparks with faint activity. He nods his head towards his coworkers and they crowd around, curiously. "So...vat is it vee are supposed to be lookink at, here?" Sebastian enquires, a yawn soon following. "Well, you guys make Personalities, correct? Or am I in the wrong department?" "Yeah, we're one of...many teams that make Personalities," Ezeroc answers, tilting his head. "But what does that have to do with-" The Tajaran stands. He walks up to the representative, smaller than the intruder in the workplace and the officers that raise tasers at him - he falters for a moment, fists clenched. "What the fuck is this? What do they expect us to do with a brain?" "Whatever it is you chucklefucks are paid to do. Figure it out. I'm not the scientist, here." The representative shoves the Tajaran back towards his coworkers and hums, amused. "This company's benefactor wants progress reports sent out in discreet emails. Don't name them anything special, just treat it like a regular old personality build." He lights a cigar and takes a drag, letting out a noise that indicates he remembered something he forgot to add. "Oh, yeah. I was told to tell you 'no memories', whatever that means. Ciao, boys." The three scientists sit in silence as the representative and his escorts leave, looking around before settling their eyes on the MMI. They're soon emailed the information they need to get started on the project - the brain's owner, what happened and when, any relatives; information that they're required to leave out. Provided, that is, they can even transfer data from an organic brain into a pAI unit to begin with. Their company certainly seems to believe they can, and it makes the trio uncomfortable - how do they know it's possible? Khancresh is given instructions on his own private email. He is the one most experienced in making the personalities behave remotely human, and the science provided to him to delve deeper into the moral grey area of creating artificial life - by ripping it out from actual life - makes him shudder ever so slightly. Regardless, the trio are threatened with the consequences of knowing too much if they do not comply, so begrudgingly they do. It takes them almost a year to extract data from the brain into a usable format they can modify and insert into a unit, but once complete the Tajaran uses this time to relax. He worked the hardest these past months, this being his area of expertise, and the other two are insistent on him resting now. Despite their progress on the project - and the numerous update emails they have sent - the feeling of unease in the lab never left. The three of them still wondered what their benefactors hoped to achieve from this. Ezeroc and Sebastian worked around the clock on the coding; separating the memories, the negative personality traits, the positive - all to create the perfect work companion that could travel in your pocket. A personal AI device. Every so often Khancresh would look at the files of the person they were ripping the life out of and feel a great pit in his stomach. He began researching. Secretly unlocking files and folders on the company's database, hoping that it would give answers as to why they had such confidence, and why they wanted this to begin with. He didn't find much - but what he did find confirmed his worries. They had done this before. Multiple times. Reading the contents of the previous experiments and watching what little footage the research teams had recorded on the subjects made him physically ill, and delving deeper into the depths of forbidden knowledge nearly drove him mad with grief and pity for the people forced to live despite their wishes. He began furiously deleting what data the company had on the matter, destroying any hopes of continuing the idea of reviving brains to use in Personalities - and he was prepared to destroy what they had made together. "Goodnight, guys. Get some sleep." "Vee shall, Khan." "Yeah, man, you're not our mom." "I may as well be, with all the cleaning I do!" The three laughed, Ezeroc and Sebastian's voices fading as they travelled out of the lab and down a corridor to leave the building. Khancresh let out a sigh, spinning in his chair and turning towards the little pAI unit on the table. He swallowed spit, but his throat still felt dry and hoarse as he connected the unit to the database and began typing away, soon sending small data packages to the personality. His eyes closed and he began to fall asleep in his chair, drifting off and losing conciousness as the computer busily worked on transferring every single restricted piece of data, morphing it into the pAI's code. He awoke with a start, quickly unplugging the data cable from the pAI unit and computer, stashing it away in a drawer before grabbing his things and leaving the building. He would buy a coffee, eat some breakfast and come back, none the wiser. What happened next would be anyone's guess, and there'd be no proof it was his doing. Khancresh did as he planned and greeted his coworkers with a tired grin, though froze just after the doorway as he noticed them looming over the device with horror in their eyes. "Uh, guys? What's the matter?" The pair jumped, visibly startled, though relaxed upon realizing who it was who was speaking. "Oh, uh...you need to see this, Khan. Something fucking weird happened with the pAI." "Yeah?" The Tajaran feigned ignorance, walking over and taking a sip of his coffee. "Ja," Sebastian begins, tapping on the device's touchscreen. "Zee little personality appears...somevat corrupted, for some reason." "Oh...really? Uh, what, uh, kind of corruption, exactly?" "Vell, she vill sometimes shpeak as if she is two different people," he explains, scratching behind his head. "One minute, zee bright and cheerful personality we created, and another..." "A complete psychopath," Ezeroc ends the sentence, shuddering a bit. "You missed the worst of it by far, dude. She was screaming bloody murder about where she was and why was she alive and...yeah, fuck. It was horrible." Khancresh felt his spine crawl and ache at the results of what he had done. He unleashed a shaky breath and took a seat, holding his head. Should he tell them? They were workmates, after all - friends, even. They wouldn't hand him in, right? No, that's a terrible idea. He'd endanger them, too, if they knew. The company has probably already noticed the damage he did. "You alright, Khan?" "Yeah! Just...This is some freaky shit to hear when you just got up, you know?" "I getcha. We'll figure it out, don't worry. Feel free to go home and get more rest if you need it." "I...I think I will. You guys sure you're gonna be okay?" The two nod and wave him off as the Tajaran leaves the building once more, trying to hide a sudden rush of sweat running down his forehead and bile rapidly creeping up his throat. He practically sprinted his way back home and threw up once he got there, falling unconcious in the bathroom as all of his regret, guilt and lack of sleep left his system. According to police reports, thugs broke into Khancresh's home that night and killed him in an armed robbery - though no witnesses have come forward to offer any evidence. The company he worked for offered its condolences to any friends and family, and then proceeded to forget he ever existed.

"We have to get you to my friend," the Kidan chittered, tugging the IPC along by the hand like a parent with their child. RISSA didn't mind that much - Ezeroc seemed panicked today, and clearly he needed to introduce the personality to somebody new, although she wasn't exactly sure why. "Do you understand, RISSA?" He asked, taking a moment to grab her by the shoulders and look into her monitor. The little robot nodded, the feline avatar displayed on her screen flashing her usual chipper grin. The pair continued their hasty travel up several staircases before arriving at an apartment door with a holographic name next to it - S. Bleier. The Kidan beside her rapped on the door with his claws for a few moments before taking a step back, a computerized voice asking for his identity. "Ezeroc Lazzuxei and RISSA." "The purpose of your visit?" "The occupant is my friend." A whirr and the door slipped open, a grey Vulpkanin standing on the other side with a mug in his hands and a cigarette gripped between his teeth. He makes a noise of realization that causes RISSA to giggle, and the canine hurries the two inside, pushing a button to make his door close and lock again. "Ez, is good to see you, ja? Nice vork on zee chassis." The occupant grins, holding a hand out to the childish IPC. "I am Sebastian. Has Ezeroc tellink you of me?" A pause, and he shakes his head. "Is not surprisink if not. More important matters at hant, no?" He places the mug on a small kitchen counter, taking another drag of the cigarette before exhaling and snuffing it out into an ashtray, rubbing his hands together soon after. "Now, my frient, how can I be of serfice to you?" He pulls the Kidan towards a small loveseat situated in front of a wall-mounted TV, leaving the IPC alone to explore her surroundings idly. "You heard what happened to Khancresh, yeah?" The insect mutters, his antennae drooping ever so slightly as he takes a seat beside his coworker. The two grimace at one another, silently sharing the same memory. "I am avare." Sebastian scrunches his nose up and looks away for a moment, tapping his fingers on his knees. "It is...traurig. Most sat news." RISSA, curious about the sudden dip in mood, peeks around the corner of the doorway leading into the bathroom - having finished exploring the 'cozy' restroom, she squeaks out a question. "Who's Khancresh?" The two males look towards the little IPC and towards each other again. After a few moments, the canine shrugs and Ezeroc chitters with uncertainty before speaking. "He was our friend," he begins, glancing around with exasperation. "He helped create you." This sparks a sudden grin on her monitor and she skips over to listen, seeking more information. The Vulpkanin lets out an amused puff of air from his nose. "How come you never told me about him, Ezeroc?" "It's...he's not with us anymore, RISSA." A click and a buzz, and the display changes to a more saddened expression. "Oh. I'm sorry." A wave of the hand. "Not your fault, kiddo." That's not entirely true, is it? He thinks to himself. Sebastian rises from his seat and plucks a small disk from a shelf on the wall before sitting back down, pressing a small button that pops up a holographic picture in front of the trio. "Zis is Ez," he explains, pointing towards a Kidan in a labcoat, busily hovering over a pAI device. His finger trails to a Vulpkanin beside him, watching intently, and RISSA's gaze follows. "You!" The IPC beeps, causing the two males to nod in unison. "Zat's right. And zis..." His finger stops at a Tajaran, sat in the back looking tired, hunched over an MMI. "Zis is Khancresh." The little avatar on RISSA's display tilts her head back and forth as she looks around the picture, before settling her gaze on the brain in the background that's being tinkered with. "What was he working on?" The duo stare at each other for a while, as if silently contemplating whether or not to explain. A small shake of the head and the grey canine clears his throat, shrugging his shoulders at the IPC. "A side projekt, I sink." RISSA nods, satisfied with the answer, before sitting on the floor as the hologram is returned to its shell. "So what were you two working on in that picture?" "You don't recognize it?" "Vhy vould she, you dummkopf?" "Good point." A pause, and Ezeroc scratches his chin. "It's you, RISSA." The IPC shudders for a moment, whirring and clicking as she contemplates this discovery. The Kidan and Vulpkanin stare at one another in fear, their eyes moving back and forth between each other and the character on the floor as the shaking only gets more violent. Ezeroc scrambles to RISSA's side as she lets out a mechanical, gutteral scream before going limp and silent, the insect letting out a sigh as he retracts his claw from a small button in the nook of the robot's neck. "How long has she been doing zat, Ezeroc?" Sebastian rises to his feet, alarmed and somewhat shaken by what just happened. The Kidan hesitates with his answer before giving in and explaining. "A while, dude. She's been asking a lot of questions about where she came from, what happened, and she's complaining about a voice in her head." Silence. "Vat do you mean, a 'voice in her heat'?" The canine whispers, eyes widening further with each new piece of information. "Vat is it doink to her?" Louder, now. "Iz it takink over? Askink for sinks? Zis is very important, Ezeroc. Zis is very bedrohlich." "It's...RISSA tells me it's her." "Zee subjekt." A nod.

I think Sparkles has interacted with RISSA! She really likes him, he's her favourite clown.

Oh wow, these look great, dude! How difficult would it be to add the ability to customize horns? I played with the idea of them having horns in my art thread if you want to see what I mean.

dont like drawing cleavage all that much

for tauka usanake - this'll have to be the last one of these i do for a while, my last pen nib broke shortly after making it and i don't have any more of them sorry

OH LORDY do me a black and green one

bit of a messier/crappier one this time, but the idea looked fun in my head

Well hey, being remembered isn't what's important! If you can grab screenshots and example pictures, I can draw just about any character. You're right, though, I've never really tried to draw a diona since...well, I'm not even sure what they're made of. I can always try if someone gives me ideas as to what they'd be similar to, though. That's the fun of drawing her organic form! I'm glad it turned out that way.

She can dance if she wants to!

implement this or so help me god i will be furious with all of you for refusing such an adorable idea how can you say no to that face

A commission for SkyonAir! Mason's a Cool Dude™.

And a drawing of RISSA in her dream organic form.

Spark! Lizzy Hartmann!

But sir, he was compliant...

You ever just lay down and wonder what you're gonna do with your day, and then realize you spent the entire day wondering what you're gonna do?

Knighted, what colour are Von's eyes?

The line for drawing Spark starts here.

I'd be flattered if you did. C:

NTSAM!

jonah motherfucking bright

I ADORE Detective Jonah Motherfucking Bright, so yes, of course I'd draw him! I sort of need what he generally looks like though, I kinda forget.

I mean it's optional! I'm not demanding money! I'll still draw things for free! Tully don't cry bb