Ink! Sans

PERSONALITY

calm+ gets overly excited+creative+cheerful+friendly+energetic and always worries+compassionate

OUTFIT

cream-colored shirt with short sleeves + some separate black sleeves with blue lines + brown pants that end before the knees with some lines of a darker / stronger brown color + brown sleeveless shirt with suspenders + brown fingerless gloves + large brown scarf with cream-colored ends + at his waist he has a blue sweater / jacket tied to it as well as a "belt" located diagonally from his collarbone to his hip in which he keeps his vials + the color of the shoes he has is brown with 'zebra' details in addition to blue details.

AT

Despite the fact that before breaking his soul he had an AU, his true name remains unknown to this day, being known by most as "____tale". Despite this, Ink has his own space known as the Doodle Sphere, which is the place where he appeared after having broken his soul, in addition to being the place where all the AU's are found.

HISTORY

He had no name, no world, he was rough, a sketch, an attempt and so was his world. His creator abandoned them, after attempts and attempts she grew tired of them. One by one, the will to fail drawing became a chore. And he watched, as he was thrown, helpless, between screams and silent pleas on the paper. Without emotion or giving up on their destinies, his companions were already lost in a deep numbness. While he, remained in denial. They were now forgotten scribbles, disregarded conceptual sketches. No matter his attempts to make that blank world a better place, he was the only one who had developed feelings, there was never an answer, he was alone. The feeling of loneliness grew inside him, because of the white void that loomed around him. He was desperate, he asked for help. He never got an answer. His hatred towards the other doodles grew, he went crazy. Even with the calm calls from the people who cared about him. "I don't want to be forgotten. I don't want to be left alone." "*I JUST WANT TO BE SOMEONE!" And too absorbed in his sadness... He broke free. It was like a new beginning, a new opportunity, but he had no memory of his actions, no memory of what he had done or who he was. He was just there. No soul, no purpose. So he sat there, and did nothing. And time, if it ever existed, passed. What was he supposed to be? Why was he here? What was he? No soul, no colors, he couldn't feel anything. Desperation, fear... He waited and waited and waited. But he didn't know yet that his life was finally going to take a new direction... When the light finally reached his eyes, he was suddenly flooded with paint. Was this a color? It felt warm, calming... Light, but overwhelming at the same time. No... more than that, it was powerful. And then it changed to another color. Disgust! Sadness! Fullness! Anger! Joy! Laziness! They were Colors! They were life, at last! A complete rainbow in this white and empty world!

TASTES

He likes to help protect and raise animals, and he also likes to draw.

DESIGN

It is a white skeleton, it has a light blue right eye and the another one shaped like a yellow star. And it has a small ink stain on its face.