The kind of triple A you never want to have to call.

Art by me:
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Art by other artists:
Dee Dee - .X.
Ugly Dog - .X.X.
S E Case - .X.
Chimey Swipe - .X.
God Bird Art - .X.

Human! Aubrey:
Chimney Swipe - .X. X.
Dee Dee - .X.

Abdul- er. Aubrey (waring: never call him Abdul). Is a 1000+ year old ethereal creature from the deep recesses of space and time. Once known as the infamous necromancer of the Necromonicon, and maybe once was Alhazad of Wild ARMs. (Both)

Middle Eastern man who appears to be in his late 30s. Redish brown skin when human. Redish brown fur when a sand cat, don't forget the black stripes. His hair seems to have a life of it's own. Long and tendril like, but don't stare at it too long. If you draw him as a anthro- he is a sand cat/domestic long-haired tabbie mix. Or just a sand cat. Those ears get SiriusXM radio. Gotta listen to Lithium and Howard Stern, okay. Okay.

Aub is roughly 6 foot tall, or 5'9. Depends on who you ask. Or how much he is paying attention with his glamour spell that day. Charismatic genius, mad scientist, doctor, and hopeless romantic – happily married to Konstantine/Kit/Talathia.

Has a flare for the 90s, grunge era, wanna be Dave Grohl look alike. Flannel clad wizard (red), with torn jeans- green usually, or black, chain wallet, chains, everywhere, black or white shirt/band shirt. He wears red/green combo with white and black. Gold chains. Sometimes he just wears lose white shorts with that print on the bottom, with a tunic.. if you know, you know.. Khhk khhk khhk.

Perpetually trapped in the 90s. Poet, too. You should have gotten the memo with that the first time around. Sings, can strum on the guitar. Sort of. He's really good at creating monsters, and doing horrible things in his lab. He's tryting to turn over a new leaf. But old habits die hard.

Aliases: the Mad Poet.
Age: 1360, appears in his late 30s.
Sex: male
Race: Middle eastern, Yemeni/ Sand Cat
Skin/Fur: - redish brown (black stripes)
Eyes: Red, wears teal/green contacts
Height: 6 foot
Occupation: necromancer, scientist, and doctor. Broke your arm? It's okay he can attach a brand new one!
Weapon: Dark magic, lightening attacks, Damascus sword, dagger.
Zodiac: Scorpio/Sheep (
Element: Wind.
Myers-Briggs: Personality: INTJ
Personality: Polite, calculating, smart ass, charismatic, a bit blunt and crass.
Romantic attachment: Talathia/Kon/Kit (married)
I don’t like how endings in real like come on so suddenly, with out making sense, without much warning. One minute you’re in the middle of something and the next it’s all a very long time ago and you’re a different person and none of it is ever coming back.

It all seems very mundane, but one day, you’ll miss it. When you see the photos.

How can you write a love letter to a place, a time? An intangible yet exquisite bittersweetness?

"It could be worse, be happy that it isn’t.""

Quit trying to be the person you were before! Quit trying to be the person you were before your parents split up, before you dog was stolen, before you were violated, and before you lost your best friend. And stop trying to be the person before you were before you were betrayed by the one person you trusted the most. Stop trying to be the person you were ‘before’. You’ll never be that person again. You gotta be the person after. Not the broken one, not the victim. Be the survivor. The proud warrior who’s battle is known only himself- who will dine with Odin in the halls of Valhalla in the here-after. Iron must be thrust into the flames before it it forged into a mighty sword.

Grab onto my arm now. Hold tight. We are going into a number of dark places, but I think I know the way. Just don't let go of my arm. And if I should kiss you in the dark, it's no big deal; it's only because you are my love.” ― Stephen King, Skeleton Crew.

This likeness and take on Alhazred, also known as - "Aubrey" is copyright (c) C. Nichols 1999-2022