Ashhelm Bust

Creative name is creative!

My poor OC Ashhelm is kind of the kicked puppy of our rp. He's old as dirt, his life's kind of been rough, he has daddy issues, and he's known best for his pessimistic attitude. I've really wanted to draw him with all that's been going on for me. For years he lived without full use of his hands. He had to learn how to do small, miniscule tasks in different ways and had to come to terms with his disability. I've not really improved within the last few months. My wrists ache more often and with greater discomfort and it's really made my jobs difficult. I find little time for myself to do art and when I have the time I'm normally too sore to do much. Little things are becoming harder and harder for me to do.

Ashhelm has a special spot in my heart because he was able to get through it and in our current timeframe he found healing. The parallels were completely unintentional, my tendonitis kicked in months after he was healed up but looking back through the logs has really tugged at my heartstrings. He was broken up, but he found ways to get by. Yeah, he's a wet blanket but I suppose I can be as well.

Deep. Yup.

Anyway, Ash belongs to me~