Ulen

This will be my new character.
I tried again to work a bit more painterly, but it is difficult. Still I am happy with the outcome.
98% are painted here with only two different brushes. I used only one filter for shading some debths and one photoshop effect for the lens flare.
Since I don't want to spoil the other players (all of them are on DA) they can freely decide, if they will scroll further down and read about him, or if they prefer to be surprised during gaming
Reference used: fav.me/d70axma , provided by Thanks for sharing!













Spoiler Alert!!!


Thanks for the beer, stranger. Is it out of pity or out of curiosity you buy a drink for a vagabond like me?
I neither take nor need the first. The second I may satisfy.
My name is Ulen and I have no memory of my past.
How do I know my name then, you ask?
Hm. When I tell you, you will look at me with even more disgust than you did just now, when you saw me… my face… for the first time. But what does it matter anyways… those events took place way back, in a different part of this world. … and I am not really sure they really did.

When I came to, I lay face-down in the dirt.
Excruciating pain, blurry vision of some forest and a big black rat licking my face are my first memory. I must have been in and out of consciousness for I don’t know how long. Somehow I managed to get up and walk… and walk I did. After a while of stumbling along, throwing up blood and nearly fainting again, I saw a little cottage and wanted to ask for help.
When I approached, begging for help, the woman ran screaming from me, her little boy crying in her arms, her husband threw stones at me and I fled when I saw him grabbing his axe.
It must have been hours later, when I found a little lake. Thirsty I leaned over the clean water and saw my reflection. A fresh cut on my brow had made my face bloody, but nothing prepared me for the sight of this disfigured face, the terrible scars. It did not feel like my own face… at all.
After a while I realized that the black rat had somehow travelled with me, now sitting there on a stone, looking at me intensely. No. Not at me. At my chest. At my chest and the word that was painted in crude white letters there.
*Murderer*
Panic-fuelled I cast aside my cloak to get rid of the tunic and something else caught my eye. A sheet of ragged paper pinned to the back of the cloak. A rough sketch of the face I just saw in the lake looked at me and below it…
*Wanted dead or alive. Ulen, the witch, for rape and murder.*

Now… do you still want to share your beer with me?
Why I kept the name? It is all I have from my former life. I don’t know what happened, but I know I am neither a rapist nor a killer.

*The tavern is packed, the room reeking of beer, pipe smoke and too many people. Some heads turn from time to time to the tall and slender person, don in a ragged cloak and hood, who sits in a dark corner, at a tiny table. Besides a single candle and a mug of ale a black rat sits on the table, looking at the man whose face is hidden by the hood. He almost seems to talk to the creature and nobody dares to go near him or even take the other seat there.
A slender hand now grabs the mug and it can be seen, that the whole forearm and hand, except the fingers, is covered in a sort of bandage. Reddish scars stand out on the tanned skin of the fingers. The rat climbs now onto the shoulder of the man, hides in the hood and a intense green eye peeks out of the shadow, scanning the room, before the man gets up and out, leaving the copper for the beer on the table.*




English is not my native language so please forgive any mistakes. You can point them out though and help me developing my english skills.