The colored version of my Rifts Character. I do have to say I am quite impressed on how this did come out. I was coloring this while people in my place were playing drinking games and such. How odd, that my best work is when everyone else is acting like fools. Again:

Name: Ren Laraat
Age: 20
Race: D-Bee, Azuran
R.C.C.: Psi Warrior
Alignment: Aberrant
Insanity or Disorder: Multiple and varied personilities or moods. Must mediate every two days for ten minutes otherwise, can go from peace loving to a blood thirsty killer.

Favors Ring blades and Pole arm weaponry.

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I felt alone, so alone. Just walking here, step after step. Boots shuffing me forth in this path that I wish that I did not have to tread. All I wish is for things to return to how they once were. He was gone, both of them were gone. The only two people that were there for me had left me, and not by their choice either. I was alone at birth, and alone now. My feet start to ache, so I bend down to remove my boots. Soon taking off my armor and the cape. All of the belongings shoved inside a small pack that I carried along with me. Barely grasping it, partially dragging upon the ground. How I wish that all of this pain would end! End like the lives that I have taken, so quickly, so painless. the relief sounds so appeasing at this very moment. I am tired of walking, sick of being alone, I yearn to find the someone that my heart aches for. Every beat of my heart makes the fractures widen and spread. All I want is the warm embrace, the comforting words, the sweet sound of his voice. But it was gone, even the voice of my father had left my own ears. What is to become of me? I find this solitude, this warm sand in my toes, the cool water on my heels. Wind in my face and hair. Fluttering around me, inviting me to dance with it, so I shall. Dance with the life that is left inside of me. Dance until I fall down without an ounce of strength left inside my bones, muscles or even my will. Sitting there, on the beach's edge, I wonder. I wonder how much longer will this pain be a binding force to my heart. I tempt myself to think back, to giggle on events full of laughter, to cry at sights of tears...the rage at scenes of anger. But most of all, I long....I long for memories past.