Man, I just fell in love with this dude <33 Welll, to be honest, I fell in love with ALL of them, but I thought that this boi just looked like he was calling out to me >w< I really hope I get him! ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ Uhh... so, I was going to have a lot more art of him, but... life happened. Also, I drew a whole bunch of pencil sketches of him that I was super proud of! And then I lost it. I'm really disappointed about that. --space key-- 1) headshot of my boi being dramatic because he can 2) who is the goodest boi?? he is! just a lil chibi sketch (I tried to make the inside lines a diff color but it's hard because he has dark base colors) 3) lil pixel drawing?? It was super hard to make tbh I also made a meme! Here's the link: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/254531290/ ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ Name: Antonio (Tony for short) Age: Jeez he has a whole life story?? anywhere from 5 to 30 or so depending on when it is Species: Canine (not sure what type) Quirks: This boi has aspergers -- high functioning, though. He's an introvert who is capable of interacting with people, but it takes a lot out of him and he has a hard time dealing with/interpreting emotions. When he was really young, World War I sparked an obsession with war and military strategy. However, after the accident... he'd never be let into the armed forces. Afterwards, he became obsessed with astronomy. Also, if it wasn't obvious enough, he's missing a leg lol ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ Backstory: (Based off of a real historical event) Tony grew up in Boston, Massachusetts in the 1900s. His parents were Italian immigrants, and he had a sister named Maria who was older than him. Antonio had a fairly normal life, spending his childhood fantasizing about the glory of war and playing with Maria and his friend Pasquale in the shade of the large, imposing molasses tank that had been built in the area where they lived. Once, as a treat, Maria snuck into the tank courtyard and collected a bucket of molasses from the great sheets creeping down the sides from the oozing seams high above. Maria was the one who gave him his cord necklaces, too -- the two siblings were very tight. But one day... Tony, age 7, Maria, age 10, and Pasquale went out to "play" around the tank and maybe find a way to get their hands on more molasses. This time, however, they were not so lucky. Two guards tracked them down and started yelling at Maria for getting too close to the fence. Seeing the worried faces of his parents in the residential building across the way, Tony backed off with Pasquale and watched from a distance, not wanting to engage in the argument. All of a sudden, one guard snapped his head up to look at something behind Maria, and let out an unearthly scream of pure terror. A crashing wave of brown, sticky goo came hurtling through the air towards them. Antonio watched his sister tense, whip her head around to see the impending danger, and have the molasses crash over her head, swallowing her forever. The next moment, he felt himself carried off his feet and crashed violently into a lamppost behind him. A sharp crack exploded in his arm as the molasses filled his senses and slowly smothered him as he vaguely heard Pasquale's screaming as if through a long tunnel. The blackness that followed was a welcome break from the pain. The Great Boston Molasses Flood of 1919 claimed 21 lives in total, counting those who died later from injuries. Maria and Pasquale were among them. Tony was pulled from the wreckage, sustaining a head injury and a shattered upper arm. He had to have it amputated. The flood of molasses was a result of the hastily built molasses tank quite literally exploding, decimating the surrounding neighborhood. It hadn't been built following safety regulations and had been placed in the Italian immigrant neighborhood just because they didn't have the political power to fight back. Varying weather patterns made a new shipment of warmer molasses mix with cold, hard older molasses. The resulting fermentation strained the tank so much that the sides gave way and the molasses was flooded outward. Tony never fully got over the death of Maria, and was constantly haunted by the image of her being swallowed by the solid mass of destruction. In order to deal with his PTSD, he tried to turn to astrology to see if it held any answers. It didn't. However, he discovered was extremely interested in the real science of the planets and stars. After receiving therapy from age 15 through 21, he went into the field of astronomy and became a very respected expert. Marrying a very sweet and loving wife at 26, he ended up with 2 children and passed away quietly in his sleep at the age of 78.
