Clarence sketch

This is Clarence Anwyl, my newest OC created for a roleplay forum over on fanfiction.net by Sapphire-Nefelibata. I’ve had this idea for a character for a few months now, so the forum just gave me the opportunity I needed to flesh it out and voila~ Clarence was born! ^^ I really love this baby. He’s so precious. <3

I’m still working on waxing eloquent in his bio, so for right now, I’ll just provide the first chunk of it that’s kind of like an overview of the character. Just so you get a general idea of what kind of individual he is… and hopefully I’ll have settled on a color scheme for this sketch so I can upload it here when I finally finish the full length of his bio.

Clarence is 28 and the resident Healer for the roleplay.

He prefers not to go by nicknames around most people because he feels that a nickname is too personal to let just anyone use. His parents sometimes call him Clary, which is something he resorts to calling himself when he wants to remain anonymous in public, and he only allows people he is particularly fond of to call him Clare.

Clarence is the definition of a pretty boy – prominent and elegant features, well-groomed to a tee, dangerously pretty almost to a fault – and he is well-aware and proud of it. He is happily genderfluid, so he is just as likely to pretty himself up one day and embrace his inner lady as he is to value a lack of makeup in his daily routine or prance the fine line in between, but given the particular circumstances of his situation, he settles for masculine pronouns. He can appear very charming and aesthetically pleasing to look at, which tends to draw the eye and garner all kinds of attention... and not always the good kind. Generally, people have a hard time deciding whether he is male or female, considering he is pretty enough to make some guys wonder, and this has resulted in too many misunderstandings and unlucky situations to count. But it's his clashing personality that earns him the most grief. ('How can something so sweet be so sour?')

Clarence is a bit of a drama queen. He's tiny and he's feisty and he may come across as prissy, but he'll chew you out if you push him too far.

Standing at around five foot five, Clarence is rather tiny and slender with not much obvious in the way of muscle, so it is easy to assume that he is fragile or incapable of defending himself. If you were to inquire about him around where he grew up, the picture of him you would receive largely depends on who you ask. The older folk would tell you that he's tougher than he looks, but he is also their precious little cupcake and they would warn you not to mess with him. If you were to ask people of his own age group, though, you might hear a different story.

Despite how he can sometimes come across as very dainty and delicate, Clarence absolutely hates being treated as weak, useless, or as a mere "pretty face" or collectable put on display to look cute. Do not test him on this. His indignant response may have the same adorable effect as an angry Chihuahua trying to look intimidating, but he will cut you... or pout... It could go either way. So, your best option to avoid drama would be to quell your pride, take a cautious step back, and let the Chihuahua think he's got you properly unsettled. Unless you like drama - in which case, by all means, do as you will, but be prepared to unleash the floodgates.

In order to maintain his appearance, Clarence takes meticulous care of his hygiene and his physical health. But most especially preened is his long sweeping black hair that falls several inches below his shoulders. When it isn't left free-flowing, he keeps it styled in whatever way suits him that day, usually by tying or pinning it back in some aesthetically pleasing way and ornamenting it with his favorite hair pieces.

His left eye bears the mark of a Healer, a slight gold undertone to its natural brown color. You'd have to look close to notice something was off, but the mark is still plainly there. Maybe in the right light, you'd catch a more obvious glint of gold, but otherwise most people tend not to pay attention to someone's eye color when they're just having a casual conversation or passing by, which is lucky for Clarence. To avoid potential risk, his hair is usually styled in a way that covers his left eye enough that no one would think twice about it.

In contrast to his dark eyes and hair, he has strikingly fair pale pink sienna lily skin, which has a tendency to cook under concentrated sunlight, but he is no stranger to the elements and has found ways to handle the problems they bring him quite well.

He wears a satchel where he stores his medical supplies along with his repair kit (mostly different kinds of needles and threads) and his personal effects (makeup, hair accessories and brush, personal hygiene care products, perfume, and the equivalent of sun block).

He wears whatever he considers fashionable. The standard components of his outfit are a pair of sturdy leather boots and a cloak that clasps in the front. But the clothing he wears changes depending on what he's in the mood for. Sometimes, he wears robes of varying lengths. He tends to prefer the ones he has hemmed to knee-length for easier maneuverability, but the longer ones are more suitable for colder weather or when he wants to feel more elegant than cute. Other times, he wears tunics and trousers. He has also been known to wear the few dresses his mother has.

He likes wearing bright colors like white or lighter shades of green, red, or blue. And he has a fondness for anything with purple accents in it. For some reason, he doesn't like the color yellow and it has never appealed to him.

This barely scratches the surface of how complex he is, but hopefully you get the gist of it. He’s got a few issues to work out and a relatively dark past that has stuck with him over the years, which contributes to his confrontational personality quite a bit.

I plan to do a few more drawings of him to illustrate his other outfits and hairstyles, but we'll see how things go. Also, in this sketch, he's wearing one of his hemmed robes. Generally, they come down to his knees, but I drew it a bit shorter here because I wanted to draw his gorgeous legs~ So, we'll just pretend it's bunched up a bit under his armor, shall we? Or perhaps he decided to hike it up because he was feeling sexy that day? XD

Anyway, comments are appreciated if you wish to leave me any. Honestly, I'm really proud of him. He is my precious cupcake even if he's a little shit, but that's why we love him. <3

References/Credit:
Pose: klawzie.deviantart.com/art/Hea…
Lineart by: klawzie
Hairpieces: www.langantiques.com/images/ex…
The roleplay is here if anyone feels like checking it out (it hasn't started yet due to character building still being in progress): www.fanfiction.net/forum/Well-…