Deviant ID 2.0

I liked this a lot better in the inking process... It looks rather blah, to me now that it's colored...
Oh well. I am far too lazy to do it over again, so this drawing is cursed to be an epic fail for it's entire existence... Anyhow, this be mah new ID. I've added some new things I've gotten ahold of during my Groundation. Ahem.

Slightly Darker Shade of Hair: No idea. Wasn't supposed to turn out that dark, but it works. Again, no one will ever know my true haircolor if I've got anything to say about it... which I totally do, by the way.

Bright Orange Converse from Garage Sale: $5, but lowered to $3 because I complimented the guy's Jimmi Hendrix T-Shirt

Jeans: I cannot recall the price, and really don't give a damn.

IZ Hoodie (You can't tell, because I'm too lazy to draw the logo): $20somethin' dollars, maybe.

New Glasses: Too much $

The One Ring of LOTR on a chain(NERD ALERT!): $0, 'cause I found it on the ground at my local park. Lucky, huh?

Dib's T-shirt: I stole it from him... lol, I dun remember how much it cost, I was too happy at the time. Jealous, aren't you?

Plastic Toilet earrings: $1... Garage sales rock the Casbah.

Kickarse Fingerless gloves that make me feel like Lara Croft: Free, again, garage sale.

Dark Blue Nail polish: I dunno, like... two bucks maybe?

And, that's it for my new gear, I suppose, though for some reason I forgot to draw my brand new Video Nano in there. Idiot... And now, for the unfamiliar faces in the drawing.

Hanging from the rope there is my dear friend Jebidiah. I take out my frustration/love of bloody violence on him.

Poking out from the side, would be Angie, the wide of Satan. More on that later.

And then, dear Miss Ebony, leaning against my leg there, the demented little psycho... Character in upcoming IZ fanfic, again, more on that later.

To the left there is Gash, the homicidal... uh... thing... Not sure what he is, but he sure puts those claws to good use.

And last, but never least, the Awkward Silence Fly. I seriously doubt anyone can see where he is, but he's in there somewhere. He flies around people's heads every time there's an awkward silence. Creative name, huh? He feeds on discomfort.

And, that concludes this horrendously long and uneccessary description, for now I must go and play the heck out of Oblivion until my thirst for Guitar Hero III is quenched... Which will never happen. *Sob* THAT'S ALL FOLKS!

-Deficient

All Characters be MINE!!!11!!ONE

EDIT: Forgot to mention my awesome rubber chicken keychain hooked to my belt loop. Also a Garage sale purchase. BOOYAH!