Yes, I did struggle with the right hand, and yes, I do have a crap rubber. Anyway, here's lore:


As a child, George Remington was an orphan, abandoned by his parents at the age of two. He was raised by a group of thugs who trained him to be part of their gang, and at the age of 13, he was robbing banks and pick-pocketing the clueless. However, on one fateful night during a bank heist, George was killed due to rival gang gun fire. No one mourned for him. He was mere canon fodder to the thugs who raised him. A tool. As George awakened in the pits of hell, he saw a light within the darkness, and walked ever slowly to the beaming white light. A voice whispered to him, calling him, "Come to me, my raven, and gain more than a second chance." George, without thought, obeyed the odd entity, and entered the light. Suddenly, he awakened in the real world, but something felt... Different... He now had metallic wings and the attributes of a raven, and the bank where his body layed was now merely rubble. Not knowing what to do, George fled the location and headed to a nearby building to scout the area. Nothing. Pure silence. He suddenly heard a scream from the alleyway below him. A woman was getting robbed. On instinct, he lept down from the building and landed behind the thug. He was armed, however the thug did not know that George was too... He was fond of knives in his earlier life, so he decided to use the feathers of his wings as substitutes for his favourite weapon, therefore using them to defeat the thug and save the female. The woman, petrified of the appearance of her saviour, ran away. This feeling was new to George, he felt... Content. He liked this version of him. The saviour. The hero. The cool guy with wings. But he needed a name. Thankfully he was quite the creative child in his youth, and so created a name very quickly. Now garbed with a hood, mask, and trench coat, he donned the name -

The Blade Raven


Lemme know what you think!

Took a while, but I finally drew Blade Raven!