Turns out I don't have to dig into the depths of my brain to create a look for a character. It bounces into the living room in the form of eldest son. No, he's not in a band. Merely a whim. Woke up, decided to get a mohawk.
I have to say, as someone who's worn pretty much the same boring hairstyle her whole life (well, my sorta bangs are a tad less crooked than from age six), drastic hair change is out of my comfort zone.
However, this mohawk really got me thinking about his mood, reactions from others, and a full character image.
I see some crazy hair developing in the next chapter I write. This could prove quite amusing.
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