Ellya was the golden child. He was smart, popular, loved by all, most of all by his younger brother Wren. It was hard living alongside someone so perfect, but nobody knew just what sort of pressure Ellya had to keep under control. Nobody knew how hard he worked to achieve all that he had, nobody ever saw his ugly side, never seen him snap… That is, until the zombies got to him and turned him into an undead. And then he was nothing but a blackened mass of rotting limbs and regrets.
They captured Ellya and turned him into a circus attraction, down at The Arena where he was made to fight other undead creatures. Due to his smallish stature and fast reactions, they dubbed him The Monkey.
Part 1: It wasn’t just the undead that were kept in The Arena. Sometimes unfortunate and unwanted humans made their way to the lower labyrinths too. For all their gladitorial business, it’s funny how no one talked about how they kept their zombie fighters ‘alive’ and it was common knowledge that the zombies performed best when fed human flesh.
Part 2: The last time Wren saw his older brother Ellya they were hurling hurtful words to each other. It has been two years since then and Wren couldn’t even remember exactly what it was they were arguing about but it made Ellya storm off the night the zombie outbreak hit their town. Wren escaped the worst of the carnage but Ellya was missing ever since. Just as he was about to give up searching, Wren caught word of The Monkey-one of The Arena’s favourite undead slave fighters. The creature was missing its tongue but people say when it cried it seemed to howl the word ‘Wren’.
Part 3: Wren made it just in time to see them haul The Monkey out onto The Arena. Its skin had completely blackened, all its limbs rotted and half its skull was missing. But it was jerking and snapping incessantly like a wild animal in its chains. It was torture seeing Ellya like that. Somebody in the crowd was saying too bad that it’ll be The Monkey’s last day on The Arena because it’s up against Pretty Boy and that thing apparently killed anything in its way. Time was running out and Wren had to act fast.
I didn’t draw this of course! It’s a real photo of my #venitu that was processed via #Arteffect, but i just like how his hair looks here and that pissed off face is starting to explain everything.
I suppose if you grew up in the sort of tough neighbourhood he had you’d have a hard expression too. Kitson is largely a solitary person, who couldn’t care less if he fades into the background. He wouldn’t throw the first punch if he could help it. If he does get bloodied it’s always in the defence of someone in need of protection, though he gets blamed for it all the same. There’s not a single romantic bone in him and diplomacy is not really his strongest suit. He realises this and how it could hurt others, so before that happens he usually takes himself out of the equation. A lonely albeit effective existence.
If Ma wasn’t so sick and the money constantly drained for her medical bills, Kitson would have loved to finish high school and maybe go on an apprenticeship to become a mechanic. He was better with machines than with people. With machines, they either work or they don’t, and if they don’t work you can always fix them or if they are beyond repair, salvage what you can and the rest heads out to the tip. It was simple.
With people, there’s just no telling how deep something is broken or where to even begin to repair.
Here he reminds me of Mafuyu from that manga “Given” by Kizu Natsuki, lol. Cameron’s not the best paintjob, but i dunno, i like this expression. I think I would be very sad if i accidentally ding’d this faceup. I didn’t want a pretty Venitu, I didn’t want a handsome or cool looking one. I want one that looks just unassuming and ordinary actually. I want a face that I can look into and not be daunted or awed, but just quietly tells me his story.
When I had finished painting Kitson (on left) I thought “WOW YOU ARE ONE FUGLY MOTHAFUCKA” and was super embarrassed of him because really folks, he was some garbage paint job, lol. Now I am more embarrassed to know that someone on Ebay thought that this is a look worth replicating on recast dolls and is selling this as makeup option B. Egad! Come on folks, don’t perpetuate garbage, make something nicer & different lah!
Anyway, I’m not going to discuss the problems regarding copying a recognisable image without obtaining proper permission (which they haven’t obtained) I just wanna talk about Kitson and why he looked the way he did, so next time somebody wants to replicate his looks exactly they at least have some sort of an idea about what it is they are drawing or why they are using chains and shit. Kitson was the unfortunate kid who got turned into an undead creature and was later poached and forced to fight in illegal arenas as a zombie slave (you can read a bit about him here: https://thatvenitu.wordpress.com/2015/03/01/silence/). The nicks and slashes across his face were primarily from those endless fights. Most of the time he is feral and uncontrollable, especially when he smells blood or living flesh, that is why his handlers put him in chains/restraints. Despite appearing/behaving like a monster, Kitson’s humanity sometimes resurfaces, he feels remorse and anguish when he realises what he has done, that is why he sometimes sheds tears when no one is watching and hence the dirt stained tear tracks on his cheeks.