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I haven’t been on a date in a long time, but this isn’t exactly what comes to mind first when I think of taking a girl out for a blind date on a Friday night. She came to me hours ago, desperate for help after hearing about my work in bio-engineering and genetic modification. While I may actually be more brilliant than I give myself credit for being, I’m just a noob in my respective fields; I’m surprised that she knows I exist…she seems to be the only female that does these days other than Mom and maybe Auntie Hazel. Initially, I thought that she was some sort of alien being, a mutant of some sort, or at least a host to a bio-organic symbiote that had fused itself to her body. Her desperation initially came across as rage and anger as she resorted to bully-like tactics if I didn’t agree to help fix her…and she didn’t even give me a chance to say no! Out of nowhere she oozed from the vents into my apartment as a puddle, shifted shapes quite a bit and forming spikes and other violence inducting projectiles from her large mass, smashed some of my furniture, and killed all of my fish in my aquarium by simply dipping one of her fingers into the tank.

In retrospect, perhaps I shouldn’t have reacted in such a way to her initial appearance, but it’s not everyday that a venomous goo girl comes bursting out of the vent threatening to kill you while in the middle of eating Thai food and gaming in your PJs! The fact that she even offered a generous sum of money for me to help her was more of an afterthought…it was hard to focus since she had basically cornered me at all angles and was inches from engulfing me in her deadly elongated appendages which would’ve probably rendered me into a charred pile of bones and ashes. She was so close to me that the noxious vapors from the thick black, greasy tar like substance that coated her body burned my nostrils, made my eyes water, and sent me into a spell of uncontrollable coughing before I began to breathe through my mouth to help prevent inhaling her pungent odor fumes. It was like she bathed in tear gas and wore ammonia scented perfume on top of that!

Even as she laid on the intimidation quite heavy, I could look into her jade green eyed glare and see that behind her belligerent and aggressive veneer was a woman in complete and utter torment. Admittedly I was a bit scared of her threats of her caustic touch melting through my skin and muscle right down to my bone marrow, however there was really no need of her strong-arming me into helping her…I’m just one scrawny little nerdy scientist and she could’ve easily wasted me. And I really don’t need the money that she’s offering…I mean, I’m keeping it after ruining my fish tank and the permanent toxic slime stains and other damage that she caused to my apartment…but part of me just wanted to help her anyways. Actually, I’m surprised that she even offered money in the first place…she was even considerate enough to put it in a special container so as not to get it all slimy! What can I say; I’m a sucker for a pretty face...even if it’s adorned in poisonous black goop! But during this whole process since I’ve been trying to help her, I see that perhaps violence is the only way that she knows how to reason with others to get her way.

I snuck her into the laboratory earlier tonight around 10:00 pm, long after everyone was gone for the night and ran a bunch of tests on her just to get some idea of what I was dealing with. Good thing no one will be here for the next two days…that gives me time to figure out how to clean up after her! By the time we arrived at the lab, she had dropped the tough girl act that she was putting on and was quite compliant…her resting face had gone from bitchy to pensive. I had to make sure that I was well protected and wore a class-A hazmat suit, as I would eventually find out that just one touch to her skin contains enough toxicity to kill an elephant and would burn far worse than sulfuric acid! Upon an initial body scan, I discovered that she was neither an alien nor a symbiotic host; I was rather shocked to find out that she’s human…or at least she used to be. She had been subjected to some sort of genetic mutation process and the toxic sludge was literally a living extension of herself! I told her that I would have to perform more extensive tests and before I could even finish explaining she made the sludge retract from her organic parts without hesitation, forming a blobby mound underneath her as a base to keep her vertical, and revealing the only remaining organic parts left of her original body: her upper torso, upper arms, and head.

I was frozen for a minute at the terrifying sight of the seemingly fearsome monstrous outlaw completely letting her guard down and revealing that what was left of a broken woman…I couldn’t believe that I was looking at the same gal that just a minute before took the form of a creature from someone’s dark nightmares. Much different than her initial approach she softly murmured and desperately pleaded for me to fix her and to somehow make her fully human again; her voice quivering and crackling between two separate octaves. My heart broke as I gazed at her looking at me…I don’t know if she’s capable of crying, but tears or not, she was under extreme duress and she believed that perhaps I was one of her last chances at becoming whole again. An empty black orifice where her right eyeball used to be was the first thing that caught my attention. She had used her goop to cover up said orifice as if it were bangs in her hair…which she had absolutely none of other than her eyebrows and eyelashes. Her one eyed stare pierced straight to the core of my soul, begging for any semblance of relief from the constant waking anguish of merely existing.

Even more ghastly, the back of her skull was missing to where her brain and part of her spinal column was fully exposed! I am still trying to figure out how she is able to stay alive and function in her condition! She tried playing tough again, almost boasting that she had grown quite accustomed to floating in stasis tubes, being poked, prodded, and treated like a science project. The look of desperation in her eye called her bluff through her cocksure facial expression; I could tell that she still hated the idea of being vulnerable and disembodied from her sludge and it was more torturous than anything. I promised her that I would be as gentle as possible and that I would do my best to help her…even though I didn’t have a clue where to even begin. For starters I put her under, connected her organic body to a life support system, and subjected her to a stasis containment pod for dissection and observation her genetic makeup and figure out just who and what she was. I placed her sludge body in a separate tube and ran tests on it as well. My findings on it was inconclusive for the most part, however I was able to confirm that the sludge contained dominant traces of her DNA along with a generous amalgam of various protein strands, advanced cells, organic matter, and more complex toxic bio-chemical enzymes than you can shake a stick at!

Thanks to the lab computer database I was able to run a scan of her face, dental records, and a retinal scan of her eye; all signs point to the profile of a pretty Latina gal named Jen Mercado. I mean like REALLY pretty…not in a runaway model or movie star way, but in a 100% no makeup necessary natural way. She looked like the barista with the lovely smile that works at the local coffee shop or that gal that you would look forward to seeing every day around the same time jogging down the street while you’re out walking the dog. You know…the kinda gal that it would take a guy like me months to work up the courage to even ask her out, only to find out that she has a boyfriend. They all have boyfriends…though I couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to date her in this form! I don’t even know if that’s a possibility at this point…I would imagine it would be extremely difficult to maintain a relationship with her! I couldn’t help but think what a waste of such a babe seeing the picture of what she looked like before she was turned into…this.

Unfortunately, Ms. Mercado’s profile is classified and other than her vital stats, there’s not much to go from. Hmm…I wonder just why her profile is classified; methinks someone was trying to sweep all of this under the rug! From all of the other information that I got on her dossier from newspaper headlines to criminal rap sheets and such, she is now known as ‘Murk’. Despite her fragmented physical form, her brain being openly exposed with no skull to protect it, and moderate erratic and irregular activity possibly due to her becoming unhinged, her brainwaves are surprisingly healthy and active. I could’ve just performed a retroactive brain scan and had access to all of her memories, but I didn’t want to violate her any further. Not to mention that she seems well aware of her past and just how she came to be in her current state.

As a scientist that has seen his fair share of bizarre and other horrific experimentations gone awry on human test subjects, I don’t think I’ve ever personally seen one to this magnitude. Granted, it looks as if not all is bad, as she has seemingly gained some incredible supernatural powers and abilities from her metamorphosis. However, it looks like a mistake was made in the rebuilding of her genetic code somewhere which led to a chain reaction of adverse effects…and causing her to mutate into what she is now. I’m sorry, but there’s no way that this is what they were going for when they subjected her to whatever process they had in mind, and if this is then how whacked must they…whoever “they” are…be to do this to a living, breathing human being?!?

Ah, she’s finally waking up. I hate to be the bearer of bad news that there’s not much that I can do to fix her at this point…her body is too far gone and I don’t have the slightest idea of how to reconstruct her highly toxic and unstable genetic code. The best solution that I could come up with would be for some sort of cybernetic prosthetic body replacement…however, she wants to be as normal as possible again and I don’t think that cybernetics is an acceptable answer. Besides, I’m already playing with fire by her simply being here right now and me using the lab for these tests…I know I can’t justify or explain to my superiors giving away any expensive cybernetics, even if a hostile mutated slime chick technically did abduct me from my apartment against my will!

Poor girl…I wonder who did this to her. It’s no wonder why she’s such a menace with a planet-sized chip on her shoulder and a criminal rap sheet tall enough to make it’s own conversation; I think I too would be more than a little salty towards the world if I was turned into a giant living blob of toxic waste with less than twenty-five percent of my original body and organs left. I feel like that while there’s no way to know exactly what life it like for her now, I would imagine that she is met with a lot of fear and rejection and jeers of disgust; that very same reaction that I usually get from women when they see me approaching. I know that pain all too well and I don’t even need toxic waste skin to warrant that level of repulsiveness. Call me crazy…or even depraved…but in some weird and morbid way as I watch her in this tender moment of lucidity; she’s still absolutely beautiful to me, sludge and all. Watching her body reform and reshape itself from a lumpy blob into her sleek feminine plus-sized figure is rather hypnotic…dare I say sexy even…like watching lava lamp. I’m feeling all warm and tingly as I stand here entranced at how the light accentuates her slick and curvaceous body, reflecting a hypnotic sheen from several rubbery surfaces along her malleable physique. Part of me feels a little weird and twisted that I find her so alluring…but I can’t turn away!

Despite her messiness and what most would consider a completely monstrous and grotesque form, her pale jaundiced face is virtually without blemish and looks just as beautiful as she did in the picture of her when she was simply Jen Mercado. If I knew for sure that her toxic body wouldn’t corrode through my protective suit, I’d attempt to embrace her and let her know that everything will be okay…I’ll bet the poor gal hasn’t had any intimate touch with anyone since her transformation. She’s probably so used to being treated as a feared monstrosity for so long that maybe she’s forgotten how it feels to be held and treated as a normal woman. As much as I’d love to imagine being her hero and restoring her…to the highly unlikely fantasy of her maybe even falling in love with me for doing so, I’ve got nothing. I’m even contemplating giving her money back…on second thought nah; I’m actually quite pissed about my aquarium! That thing wasn’t cheap, you know! And I don’t think my landlord is gonna be too happy to find out that the carpet, walls, and ventilation system are ruined thanks to a toxic slime girl breaking and entering into my pad! Plus, murk or not, a gal like her wouldn’t date a guy like me anyways…I know that good girls like bad boys, but I don’t think that bad girls like good guys either!

But I can’t help but feel an almost overwhelming sympathy for her. Her deflated body language signals that she already knows that I wasn’t able to come up with any answers or solutions to restore her to her former state. Part of me is a bit fearful that she’ll lash out at me in anger and possibly attack me; that’s why I have her sealed off in this container cell to see how she reacts to the bad news. Honestly…if she did try to attack me, I wouldn’t blame her at all. That feeling of fleeting hope that maybe things can change for the better yet being met with continued disappointment over and over again is one of the worst pains ever. No matter how hard you try, you still come up short despite your best efforts…it’s hard to keep picking yourself up again and again and eventually you get to a point where you just throw your hands in the air and say ‘To hell with it all’ and simply stop caring so much anymore. So far she really hasn’t budged other than to hold herself and sulk. I can only imagine how tormented and frustrated she must be…a lesser person would’ve have probably already killed themselves or at least gone psycho; from her ‘Murk’ dossier, she’s not that far away from insanity. Yet another part of me thinks that perhaps she is defeated yet again and fast losing hope if there even is a fix for her condition as she uncontrollably slips even further into the darkness of lost humanity.

I’m so sorry Jen…
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Here's a fan art of a longtime DA buddy of mine 's OC...the deadly Murk!!! If you aren't familiar with Murk or if you didn't read the story above () she's this badass gal who was an experiment gone wrong, which left most of her body her mutated into a living slimy blob of extremely toxic matter that can shape shift at her will.

Over the years, Chronorin has done several of my OC's by request and/or commission. Recently, I was able to revisit an updated version this piece that he did of Nikki back in 2009 and I saw where I initially commented, "...and I'm definitely gonna crank out a fan art of Murk for you one of these days!" Well...that day has FINALLY come!!!! Murk is seriously one of my favorite original characters on all of DA...I've always been a fan of her and loved her design and such. And since Chronorin has done such a wonderful job on my OC's over the years, I wanted to make good on my word of giving Miss Murk a shot!

I really like how the actual drawing came out...rather than display her looking all badass as she's typically displayed, I wanted to draw her in a more passive and milder light. As the pose came about, I got the idea to do a narrative story where she was to be seen in a "sympathy for the devil" type of moment as opposed the vicious anti-heroine/outlaw that she is. I tried to make her murky sludge body shiny and goop-like...and I employed a few of the coloring tricks that I've picked up over time to make my cyborg OC's shimmer, including the recent tip I picked up about using a layer of a dark shade of blue to help achieve a reflective/shiny look. I also too liberties with her facial skin tone...Chronorin usually colors her face devoid of color...I used a dark medium skin tone since she was originally a Latina and desaturated the hell out of it to where there's still a hint of human coloring.

As for the story...as usual, once I got started, it just started flowing! I got the idea of a lonely, outcast yet brilliant scientist guy with low self-esteem for some reason and I just went with it! I wonder why it's sometimes easier for me to come up with story ideas for other people's characters, but have a hard time trying to figure out what I want to do for my own OC's!

So here's a lesson gals and guys...there's an inkling that if I've said that I would like to take a crack at drawing your character in the past, that I might actually make good on my words! It just might take a while!

And if you haven't, go check out my man 's gallery...lots more of Murk and a whole bunch of other cool stuff there!!!

Murk belongs to
This drawing and story done by

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I haven’t been on a date in a long time, but this isn’t exactly what comes to mind first when I think of taking a girl out for a blind date on a Friday night. She came to me hours ago, desperate for help after hearing about my work in bio-engineering and genetic modification. While I may actually be more brilliant than I give myself credit for being, I’m just a noob in my respective fields; I’m surprised that she knows I exist…she seems to be the only female that does these days other than Mom and maybe Auntie Hazel. Initially, I thought that she was some sort of alien being, a mutant of some sort, or at least a host to a bio-organic symbiote that had fused itself to her body. Her desperation initially came across as rage and anger as she resorted to bully-like tactics if I didn’t agree to help fix her…and she didn’t even give me a chance to say no! Out of nowhere she oozed from the vents into my apartment as a puddle, shifted shapes quite a bit and forming spikes and other violence inducting projectiles from her large mass, smashed some of my furniture, and killed all of my fish in my aquarium by simply dipping one of her fingers into the tank.

In retrospect, perhaps I shouldn’t have reacted in such a way to her initial appearance, but it’s not everyday that a venomous goo girl comes bursting out of the vent threatening to kill you while in the middle of eating Thai food and gaming in your PJs! The fact that she even offered a generous sum of money for me to help her was more of an afterthought…it was hard to focus since she had basically cornered me at all angles and was inches from engulfing me in her deadly elongated appendages which would’ve probably rendered me into a charred pile of bones and ashes. She was so close to me that the noxious vapors from the thick black, greasy tar like substance that coated her body burned my nostrils, made my eyes water, and sent me into a spell of uncontrollable coughing before I began to breathe through my mouth to help prevent inhaling her pungent odor fumes. It was like she bathed in tear gas and wore ammonia scented perfume on top of that!

Even as she laid on the intimidation quite heavy, I could look into her jade green eyed glare and see that behind her belligerent and aggressive veneer was a woman in complete and utter torment. Admittedly I was a bit scared of her threats of her caustic touch melting through my skin and muscle right down to my bone marrow, however there was really no need of her strong-arming me into helping her…I’m just one scrawny little nerdy scientist and she could’ve easily wasted me. And I really don’t need the money that she’s offering…I mean, I’m keeping it after ruining my fish tank and the permanent toxic slime stains and other damage that she caused to my apartment…but part of me just wanted to help her anyways. Actually, I’m surprised that she even offered money in the first place…she was even considerate enough to put it in a special container so as not to get it all slimy! What can I say; I’m a sucker for a pretty face...even if it’s adorned in poisonous black goop! But during this whole process since I’ve been trying to help her, I see that perhaps violence is the only way that she knows how to reason with others to get her way.

I snuck her into the laboratory earlier tonight around 10:00 pm, long after everyone was gone for the night and ran a bunch of tests on her just to get some idea of what I was dealing with. Good thing no one will be here for the next two days…that gives me time to figure out how to clean up after her! By the time we arrived at the lab, she had dropped the tough girl act that she was putting on and was quite compliant…her resting face had gone from bitchy to pensive. I had to make sure that I was well protected and wore a class-A hazmat suit, as I would eventually find out that just one touch to her skin contains enough toxicity to kill an elephant and would burn far worse than sulfuric acid! Upon an initial body scan, I discovered that she was neither an alien nor a symbiotic host; I was rather shocked to find out that she’s human…or at least she used to be. She had been subjected to some sort of genetic mutation process and the toxic sludge was literally a living extension of herself! I told her that I would have to perform more extensive tests and before I could even finish explaining she made the sludge retract from her organic parts without hesitation, forming a blobby mound underneath her as a base to keep her vertical, and revealing the only remaining organic parts left of her original body: her upper torso, upper arms, and head.

I was frozen for a minute at the terrifying sight of the seemingly fearsome monstrous outlaw completely letting her guard down and revealing that what was left of a broken woman…I couldn’t believe that I was looking at the same gal that just a minute before took the form of a creature from someone’s dark nightmares. Much different than her initial approach she softly murmured and desperately pleaded for me to fix her and to somehow make her fully human again; her voice quivering and crackling between two separate octaves. My heart broke as I gazed at her looking at me…I don’t know if she’s capable of crying, but tears or not, she was under extreme duress and she believed that perhaps I was one of her last chances at becoming whole again. An empty black orifice where her right eyeball used to be was the first thing that caught my attention. She had used her goop to cover up said orifice as if it were bangs in her hair…which she had absolutely none of other than her eyebrows and eyelashes. Her one eyed stare pierced straight to the core of my soul, begging for any semblance of relief from the constant waking anguish of merely existing.

Even more ghastly, the back of her skull was missing to where her brain and part of her spinal column was fully exposed! I am still trying to figure out how she is able to stay alive and function in her condition! She tried playing tough again, almost boasting that she had grown quite accustomed to floating in stasis tubes, being poked, prodded, and treated like a science project. The look of desperation in her eye called her bluff through her cocksure facial expression; I could tell that she still hated the idea of being vulnerable and disembodied from her sludge and it was more torturous than anything. I promised her that I would be as gentle as possible and that I would do my best to help her…even though I didn’t have a clue where to even begin. For starters I put her under, connected her organic body to a life support system, and subjected her to a stasis containment pod for dissection and observation her genetic makeup and figure out just who and what she was. I placed her sludge body in a separate tube and ran tests on it as well. My findings on it was inconclusive for the most part, however I was able to confirm that the sludge contained dominant traces of her DNA along with a generous amalgam of various protein strands, advanced cells, organic matter, and more complex toxic bio-chemical enzymes than you can shake a stick at!

Thanks to the lab computer database I was able to run a scan of her face, dental records, and a retinal scan of her eye; all signs point to the profile of a pretty Latina gal named Jen Mercado. I mean like REALLY pretty…not in a runaway model or movie star way, but in a 100% no makeup necessary natural way. She looked like the barista with the lovely smile that works at the local coffee shop or that gal that you would look forward to seeing every day around the same time jogging down the street while you’re out walking the dog. You know…the kinda gal that it would take a guy like me months to work up the courage to even ask her out, only to find out that she has a boyfriend. They all have boyfriends…though I couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to date her in this form! I don’t even know if that’s a possibility at this point…I would imagine it would be extremely difficult to maintain a relationship with her! I couldn’t help but think what a waste of such a babe seeing the picture of what she looked like before she was turned into…this.

Unfortunately, Ms. Mercado’s profile is classified and other than her vital stats, there’s not much to go from. Hmm…I wonder just why her profile is classified; methinks someone was trying to sweep all of this under the rug! From all of the other information that I got on her dossier from newspaper headlines to criminal rap sheets and such, she is now known as ‘Murk’. Despite her fragmented physical form, her brain being openly exposed with no skull to protect it, and moderate erratic and irregular activity possibly due to her becoming unhinged, her brainwaves are surprisingly healthy and active. I could’ve just performed a retroactive brain scan and had access to all of her memories, but I didn’t want to violate her any further. Not to mention that she seems well aware of her past and just how she came to be in her current state.

As a scientist that has seen his fair share of bizarre and other horrific experimentations gone awry on human test subjects, I don’t think I’ve ever personally seen one to this magnitude. Granted, it looks as if not all is bad, as she has seemingly gained some incredible supernatural powers and abilities from her metamorphosis. However, it looks like a mistake was made in the rebuilding of her genetic code somewhere which led to a chain reaction of adverse effects…and causing her to mutate into what she is now. I’m sorry, but there’s no way that this is what they were going for when they subjected her to whatever process they had in mind, and if this is then how whacked must they…whoever “they” are…be to do this to a living, breathing human being?!?

Ah, she’s finally waking up. I hate to be the bearer of bad news that there’s not much that I can do to fix her at this point…her body is too far gone and I don’t have the slightest idea of how to reconstruct her highly toxic and unstable genetic code. The best solution that I could come up with would be for some sort of cybernetic prosthetic body replacement…however, she wants to be as normal as possible again and I don’t think that cybernetics is an acceptable answer. Besides, I’m already playing with fire by her simply being here right now and me using the lab for these tests…I know I can’t justify or explain to my superiors giving away any expensive cybernetics, even if a hostile mutated slime chick technically did abduct me from my apartment against my will!

Poor girl…I wonder who did this to her. It’s no wonder why she’s such a menace with a planet-sized chip on her shoulder and a criminal rap sheet tall enough to make it’s own conversation; I think I too would be more than a little salty towards the world if I was turned into a giant living blob of toxic waste with less than twenty-five percent of my original body and organs left. I feel like that while there’s no way to know exactly what life it like for her now, I would imagine that she is met with a lot of fear and rejection and jeers of disgust; that very same reaction that I usually get from women when they see me approaching. I know that pain all too well and I don’t even need toxic waste skin to warrant that level of repulsiveness. Call me crazy…or even depraved…but in some weird and morbid way as I watch her in this tender moment of lucidity; she’s still absolutely beautiful to me, sludge and all. Watching her body reform and reshape itself from a lumpy blob into her sleek feminine plus-sized figure is rather hypnotic…dare I say sexy even…like watching lava lamp. I’m feeling all warm and tingly as I stand here entranced at how the light accentuates her slick and curvaceous body, reflecting a hypnotic sheen from several rubbery surfaces along her malleable physique. Part of me feels a little weird and twisted that I find her so alluring…but I can’t turn away!

Despite her messiness and what most would consider a completely monstrous and grotesque form, her pale jaundiced face is virtually without blemish and looks just as beautiful as she did in the picture of her when she was simply Jen Mercado. If I knew for sure that her toxic body wouldn’t corrode through my protective suit, I’d attempt to embrace her and let her know that everything will be okay…I’ll bet the poor gal hasn’t had any intimate touch with anyone since her transformation. She’s probably so used to being treated as a feared monstrosity for so long that maybe she’s forgotten how it feels to be held and treated as a normal woman. As much as I’d love to imagine being her hero and restoring her…to the highly unlikely fantasy of her maybe even falling in love with me for doing so, I’ve got nothing. I’m even contemplating giving her money back…on second thought nah; I’m actually quite pissed about my aquarium! That thing wasn’t cheap, you know! And I don’t think my landlord is gonna be too happy to find out that the carpet, walls, and ventilation system are ruined thanks to a toxic slime girl breaking and entering into my pad! Plus, murk or not, a gal like her wouldn’t date a guy like me anyways…I know that good girls like bad boys, but I don’t think that bad girls like good guys either!

But I can’t help but feel an almost overwhelming sympathy for her. Her deflated body language signals that she already knows that I wasn’t able to come up with any answers or solutions to restore her to her former state. Part of me is a bit fearful that she’ll lash out at me in anger and possibly attack me; that’s why I have her sealed off in this container cell to see how she reacts to the bad news. Honestly…if she did try to attack me, I wouldn’t blame her at all. That feeling of fleeting hope that maybe things can change for the better yet being met with continued disappointment over and over again is one of the worst pains ever. No matter how hard you try, you still come up short despite your best efforts…it’s hard to keep picking yourself up again and again and eventually you get to a point where you just throw your hands in the air and say ‘To hell with it all’ and simply stop caring so much anymore. So far she really hasn’t budged other than to hold herself and sulk. I can only imagine how tormented and frustrated she must be…a lesser person would’ve have probably already killed themselves or at least gone psycho; from her ‘Murk’ dossier, she’s not that far away from insanity. Yet another part of me thinks that perhaps she is defeated yet again and fast losing hope if there even is a fix for her condition as she uncontrollably slips even further into the darkness of lost humanity.

I’m so sorry Jen…
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Here's a fan art of a longtime DA buddy of mine 's OC...the deadly Murk!!! If you aren't familiar with Murk or if you didn't read the story above () she's this badass gal who was an experiment gone wrong, which left most of her body her mutated into a living slimy blob of extremely toxic matter that can shape shift at her will.

Over the years, Chronorin has done several of my OC's by request and/or commission. Recently, I was able to revisit an updated version this piece that he did of Nikki back in 2009 and I saw where I initially commented, "...and I'm definitely gonna crank out a fan art of Murk for you one of these days!" Well...that day has FINALLY come!!!! Murk is seriously one of my favorite original characters on all of DA...I've always been a fan of her and loved her design and such. And since Chronorin has done such a wonderful job on my OC's over the years, I wanted to make good on my word of giving Miss Murk a shot!

I really like how the actual drawing came out...rather than display her looking all badass as she's typically displayed, I wanted to draw her in a more passive and milder light. As the pose came about, I got the idea to do a narrative story where she was to be seen in a "sympathy for the devil" type of moment as opposed the vicious anti-heroine/outlaw that she is. I tried to make her murky sludge body shiny and goop-like...and I employed a few of the coloring tricks that I've picked up over time to make my cyborg OC's shimmer, including the recent tip I picked up about using a layer of a dark shade of blue to help achieve a reflective/shiny look. I also too liberties with her facial skin tone...Chronorin usually colors her face devoid of color...I used a dark medium skin tone since she was originally a Latina and desaturated the hell out of it to where there's still a hint of human coloring.

As for the story...as usual, once I got started, it just started flowing! I got the idea of a lonely, outcast yet brilliant scientist guy with low self-esteem for some reason and I just went with it! I wonder why it's sometimes easier for me to come up with story ideas for other people's characters, but have a hard time trying to figure out what I want to do for my own OC's!

So here's a lesson gals and guys...there's an inkling that if I've said that I would like to take a crack at drawing your character in the past, that I might actually make good on my words! It just might take a while!

And if you haven't, go check out my man 's gallery...lots more of Murk and a whole bunch of other cool stuff there!!!

Murk belongs to
This drawing and story done by