A shadowy, hooded figure in a tattered black cloak and chained 'trash-punk' outfit stands on a metal floor, with sparks around their spiked boots.

Make a drawing of this oversized, shredded black hooded mantle that hangs almost to the ground like a moving funeral curtain. The hood is unnaturally deep, swallowing all light so my face is never visible not even my eyes. Underneath is a fitted asymmetrical raider outfit made of layered charcoal wraps, torn tactical fabrics, and hardened leather plates stitched together with thick metal threading, like it was scavenged from corpses of old cleaners and raiders. Nothing looks new. Everything looks stolen or survived. The silhouette is thin and ghostlike at the top but dangerous at the bottom: Long hanging sleeves split open at the elbows Bandaged forearms wrapped in black chains instead of cloth Heavy boots with hooked soles that clang against metal floors A trailing half-skirt made from dangling belts, chain links, and ripped burial cloth strips The chains are a major part of my identity. Not normal chains looks like cursed-looking chains. Some are bolted directly into my clothing. Thin chains hang from my hood like spider legs. Thick restraint chains wrap around my waist and drag behind me, sparking when they scrape concrete. The colors were like a Matte black Rusted silver, Deep gray, Tiny hints of dull crimson inside seams and stitching make the style like in the anime gachiakuta. It’s a "trash-punk" or graffiti-inspired ONLY THE CLOAK NO HUMAN Ver más