Ink Sans

Ink is calm, although he also gets too excited, he is creative, happy and very friendly, he is very energetic and always cares about everyone, he is very compassionate, he usually forgives giving people a second chance (even the bad ones), he is very forgetful, he gets too excited when he speaks causing him to vomit ink.

He had no name, no His world, he was rough, a sketch, an attempt and his world too. His creator abandoned them, after tries and tries he got tired of them. One by one, the will to not succeed at drawing became a chore. And he watched, as he was thrown, helpless, between screams and silent pleas on the paper. Without emotion or giving up on his destiny, his companions were already lost in a deep numbness. Meanwhile, he remained in denial. Now they were forgotten scribbles, scorned conceptual sketches. </ P > < p > story (part.2)