Kupo and an Occasional Bhadrah

Yes, yes. I'm finally updating. And it's on green paper! You know, while I was doing this, I realized that I've never really tried colored pencils on colored paper. I mean, Chelsea does it ALL the time. So I thought I'd try it. Now I see why she does it so freaking much! It looks super special!

So, yes, this is a big hunka fanart. But thats what happens when Hannah plays insane amounts of Final Fantasy XII in a short period of time.
So, unless you've played the game or have any sort of knowledge regarding it, I would stop reading now because you won't understand anything from this point on. Because this is gonna get pretty dorky...

So, the moogle is me. Yes, yours truly. Originally from the Balfonheim Port, I relocated to Rabanastre after the war with Archadia. Upon moving, I got a part-time job at the local Sandsea as a dishwasher. Yes, thrilling, I know. But this grueling occupation allowed me enough money to afford a "moogle-sized" apartment in the Upper-City. Yeah, "moogle-sized". When I heard about them I was seriously planning on buying one of the apartments for Humes and Bangaa and all the other types of people just to avoid the label. But then I found out those apartments were 30,000 gil more expensive so I had no choice but to swallow my pride. It was either that or Low-Town. Man, whatever happened to social equality. Oh, sorry, I mean Social responsibility. Anyway, enough of my ranting.
I'm also an avid member of Clan Centurio. Yeah, yeah, I know. A moogle? A Marksmen? Impossible. Well, I must say you do have a point. The untamed land can be a very dangerous place, especially when three feet five inches tall. Well, it may comfort you to know that I'm never alone.

Game-Hunting bangaa extraordinair! (Or however you spell it.) Although an original Cloudbourne Bhujerban, like me, she moved after the war. However, not to Rabanastre, but to the Imperial City of Archades itself. Can't imagine how much gil the apartments cost up there...

I'm really not sure what she does for a living to tell you the truth... Perhaps a scout in the Mosphoran Highwaste? I dunno, prolly something adventurous like that. We met via the Clan when that scurvy excuse for a moogle Montblanc assigned me an "assistance" due to the difficulty of the hunt. Yeah, so I was bitter at first, but, in due time, that assistance became my best friend. So, every now and then, when we get a break from work and the weathers not too bad and it helps when the Empires aren't at war, we get together in Rabanastre and take on as many Marks as time permits. It's quite a life.

So, there you have it. If you actually read that, I'm ashamed of you for wasting your time because that was mostly just for me and Chelsea: The biggest dorks on the planet.
But looks like you can just get over that.

And yes, Chelsea, I gave you beads and a feather. They're stylin'. And I want you to know I lost my red colored pencil. So there is absolutely no red in this picture.

Prismacolor Colored Pencils on dark green paper