Finally, it's done! About damn time too...
I've had it finished for about a week now, but couldn't bring myself to upload without finishing that tutorial first (and clearing out my inbox).

So here it is, in all it's finished glory along with a writing blurb.
First of all, after painting so much blue skin, I now appreciate normal brown and peachy. Secondly, I learned a great deal about blood with this one, as I haven't really drawn/painted it in years. It was nice to go back to a bit of gory artwork after such a long break. Thirdly, I found that while painting this, it occured to me that if you were to travel back in time and show this to me a year ago and tell me that I painted it in the future, I'd laugh at you and tell you to go give it back to the artist you stole it from. It was an odd thing to realize.
My favourite parts of the whole painting are probably his eyes (I loved working on them) and the blood.

<b>Zat History I Promised</b>
Temporary French accent. Live with it.
Morviahn, blue fellow in the front, is probably THE single most <i>disturbing</i> character I have ever written. He's quite insane, but that creepy insane where he functions perfectly in normal society. He's that one of the species, a species filled with plotting, coniving, murderous wretches, that everyone else of the species has decided to keep an eye on, preferably from a distance of twenty feet (or half a continent) with six burly bodyguards on hand.
Morviahn was born of a happy union between his parents (yet to be named, but were actually in love right off the bat, which is rare as marriages are arranged) and lived his early childhood blissfully surrounded by their love. Another lord saw territorial gain and, during a provincial uprising, managed to kill Morviahn's biological father. According to the rules of society, the murderer then married Morviahn's mother, adopting him as a secondary son (where he had been a primary before). Morviahn's mother, enraged and filled with grief at the loss of her husband and being forced to marry his murderer, began telling her son how much better of a lord he would make, how his birthright was that of a primary, not secondary, and how he was destined for great things, while also ranting about how much the gods wished for the murderer's death, how vengence and retribution must be done. Morviahn was not quite mentally stable, and all these little whisperings from his mother twisted his mind. He began to want: want everything he couldn't have, power, wealth, prestige--everything denied to him as a secondary.
At the age of fourteen, his elder half-brothers (two of 'em, primary sons, about 21 and 28) decided it would be 'fun' to pit the secondary runt son against one of them at a banquet. It was a joke. Morviahn, though, saw an opportunity. He slid his meat knife up his sleeve and faced the younger of his elder brothers in a small wrestling match. After the 'go' signal was given, he stabbed his brother, gutting him from just above the groin to just under his ribcage, puncturing his lung. His brother died rather quickly. Needless to say, he wasn't challenged very often after that.
At 21, his mother died, leaving him with a rather twisted sense of right and wrong (self-serving=right, sacrifice=wrong, everyone is a pawn to be used in the game, care for no one, only yourself, the body is for pleasure, the mind is a temple). He then started his tiny campaign for his step-father's lands. At 26, he murdered his eldest half-brother, a very long and slow death over the course of a month, giving Morviahn his first taste of torture, which he found...pleasurable.
This painting is the scene where he holds his eldest brother's heart in his hands as a sort of offering to his deceased mother.
Morviahn's story does continue, as he aspires to become, well, Emperor (which is impossible) and is the catalyst of a certain empire's fall...
His mother is probably one of my most human characters. All she wants is the best for her son and heartbroken, her only way to deal with grief is through anger at the one who caused it.
(All ages are human equivalent. Velorocci live about five hundred years barring injury and illness, and so age a bit slower than a human. He'd likely be almost 40 in this picture in actual years)

As for his eye colour, that's actually unnatural for velrocci. Well, it's unnatural for them to be that red already at his age. Velrocci 'Taint' themselves which gives them their magic, which changes their eye color (brilliant apple green in Morviahn's case) to a pale gold. The more magic they use, the redder the eyes become. Morviahn, at the age of 26, has the eyes of a 75 year old man. His life expectancy is reduced (he'd live to 45, human equivalent, before croaking from overtaxation of his body).

<b>The Awesome Music that Inspired This:</b>
Mordred's Lullaby
Room of an Angel
Room of an Angel (Male Version) A few sound issues and the guy misspronounces a word, but still awesome.
When You're Evil

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EDIT: Made a few changes, cleaned up the edges, faded the blood effect a little on the fingers, and due to the fact that I noticed he looked awkward without *ahem* certain important anatomical bits, you can now see a tiny bit of his...erm...manhood.

EDIT EDIT: Gave her a bit of a boob job. They were too splayed for a woman's. Also cleaned up more edges, added in some minute details that I had forgotten to put in when I was painting it the originally (blue highlights in his hair, some of the detail work).