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Rick Striker

Just enjoy making OC characters and random ideas of characters that pops into my head at times.

Bushkill, Pennsylvania
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1boy, solo, brown hair, long hair, spiked hair, heterochromia, freckles, stitches on body, stitch scars, cropped jacket, cropped black denim jacket, fur trim, fur collar, shirtless, bare chest, fingerless gloves, chain belt, grinning, wide grin, open mouth, teeth, halloween, jack-o'-lantern, carved pumpkin, from below, close-up, cowboy shot, looking at viewer, dutch angle, night, orange and violet palette, smoke, bare ears, hair completely unadorned, Shot from below in a slight dutch tilt, a single guy fills the frame from mid-thigh up, looming over the lens with his chin tipped down so his grin is aimed straight at the viewer. His long brown hair is spiked up hard at the crown and left long past the shoulders at the back, one loose strand swinging across his jaw where he has just turned his head into the camera. His heterochromia sits plain to see: the left iris a pale cold blue, the right a warm amber, both catching the jack-o'-lantern light from below in two small hard points. Freckles scatter dense across the bridge of his nose and out over both cheekbones, and the coarse black stitches run visibly over his bare ribs, his throat and the muscle of his left shoulder, the thread pulled tight against the skin so each entry point dimples. A cropped black denim jacket ends high above his navel, worn open, sleeves shoved to the elbows, its collar a thick band of faux fur that brushes his neck and lifts slightly at the edges in the cold. His chest and stomach are bare between the open jacket fronts. Black leather fingerless gloves stop at the knuckles on both hands, and his right hand is hooked by two fingers into the heavy silver chain belt slung low and loose across his hips, the links hanging in a slack loop that catches the light. He is grinning wide, teeth bared, one eyebrow arched higher than the other, a laugh caught on the out-breath. Behind and around him on a rough wooden crate sit carved jack-o'-lanterns with jagged mouths, the nearest one guttering and throwing the only strong light in the frame, a low orange glow from below the camera line; the far edges of the image fall away into violet darkness with a thin drift of smoke through it. His cast shadow climbs the crate face behind him, and the inside of the pumpkins' carved mouths run wet and bright while the wood around them stays dull. The wallet chain hangs dead still where the jacket swings, a small tell of the step he just took. Orange in the pumpkin glow, the fur, the amber eye and the freckles, violet in the shadows, black in the denim, gloves and thread. Mischievous, electric.
Nov 3, 2026 3:58 AM
AI artwork
Avatar image of Rick Striker
1boy, solo, brown hair, long hair, spiked hair, heterochromia, freckles, stitches on body, stitch scars, cropped jacket, cropped black denim jacket, fur trim, fur collar, shirtless, bare chest, fingerless gloves, chain belt, grinning, wide grin, open mouth, teeth, halloween, jack-o'-lantern, carved pumpkin, from below, close-up, cowboy shot, looking at viewer, dutch angle, night, orange and violet palette, smoke, bare ears, hair completely unadorned, Shot from below in a slight dutch tilt, a single guy fills the frame from mid-thigh up, looming over the lens with his chin tipped down so his grin is aimed straight at the viewer. His long brown hair is spiked up hard at the crown and left long past the shoulders at the back, one loose strand swinging across his jaw where he has just turned his head into the camera. His heterochromia sits plain to see: the left iris a pale cold blue, the right a warm amber, both catching the jack-o'-lantern light from below in two small hard points. Freckles scatter dense across the bridge of his nose and out over both cheekbones, and the coarse black stitches run visibly over his bare ribs, his throat and the muscle of his left shoulder, the thread pulled tight against the skin so each entry point dimples. A cropped black denim jacket ends high above his navel, worn open, sleeves shoved to the elbows, its collar a thick band of faux fur that brushes his neck and lifts slightly at the edges in the cold. His chest and stomach are bare between the open jacket fronts. Black leather fingerless gloves stop at the knuckles on both hands, and his right hand is hooked by two fingers into the heavy silver chain belt slung low and loose across his hips, the links hanging in a slack loop that catches the light. He is grinning wide, teeth bared, one eyebrow arched higher than the other, a laugh caught on the out-breath. Behind and around him on a rough wooden crate sit carved jack-o'-lanterns with jagged mouths, the nearest one guttering and throwing the only strong light in the frame, a low orange glow from below the camera line; the far edges of the image fall away into violet darkness with a thin drift of smoke through it. His cast shadow climbs the crate face behind him, and the inside of the pumpkins' carved mouths run wet and bright while the wood around them stays dull. The wallet chain hangs dead still where the jacket swings, a small tell of the step he just took. Orange in the pumpkin glow, the fur, the amber eye and the freckles, violet in the shadows, black in the denim, gloves and thread. Mischievous, electric.
Nov 3, 2026 3:58 AM
AI artwork
Avatar image of Rick Striker
1boy, solo, brown hair, long hair, spiked hair, heterochromia, freckles, stitches on body, stitch scars, cropped jacket, cropped black denim jacket, fur trim, fur collar, shirtless, bare chest, fingerless gloves, chain belt, grinning, wide grin, open mouth, teeth, halloween, jack-o'-lantern, carved pumpkin, from below, close-up, cowboy shot, looking at viewer, dutch angle, night, orange and violet palette, smoke, bare ears, hair completely unadorned, Shot from below in a slight dutch tilt, a single guy fills the frame from mid-thigh up, looming over the lens with his chin tipped down so his grin is aimed straight at the viewer. His long brown hair is spiked up hard at the crown and left long past the shoulders at the back, one loose strand swinging across his jaw where he has just turned his head into the camera. His heterochromia sits plain to see: the left iris a pale cold blue, the right a warm amber, both catching the jack-o'-lantern light from below in two small hard points. Freckles scatter dense across the bridge of his nose and out over both cheekbones, and the coarse black stitches run visibly over his bare ribs, his throat and the muscle of his left shoulder, the thread pulled tight against the skin so each entry point dimples. A cropped black denim jacket ends high above his navel, worn open, sleeves shoved to the elbows, its collar a thick band of faux fur that brushes his neck and lifts slightly at the edges in the cold. His chest and stomach are bare between the open jacket fronts. Black leather fingerless gloves stop at the knuckles on both hands, and his right hand is hooked by two fingers into the heavy silver chain belt slung low and loose across his hips, the links hanging in a slack loop that catches the light. He is grinning wide, teeth bared, one eyebrow arched higher than the other, a laugh caught on the out-breath. Behind and around him on a rough wooden crate sit carved jack-o'-lanterns with jagged mouths, the nearest one guttering and throwing the only strong light in the frame, a low orange glow from below the camera line; the far edges of the image fall away into violet darkness with a thin drift of smoke through it. His cast shadow climbs the crate face behind him, and the inside of the pumpkins' carved mouths run wet and bright while the wood around them stays dull. The wallet chain hangs dead still where the jacket swings, a small tell of the step he just took. Orange in the pumpkin glow, the fur, the amber eye and the freckles, violet in the shadows, black in the denim, gloves and thread. Mischievous, electric.
Nov 3, 2026 3:58 AM
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AI artwork
Avatar image of Rick Striker
1boy, solo, brown hair, long hair, spiked hair, heterochromia, freckles, stitches on body, stitch scars, cropped jacket, cropped black denim jacket, fur trim, fur collar, shirtless, bare chest, fingerless gloves, chain belt, grinning, wide grin, open mouth, teeth, halloween, jack-o'-lantern, carved pumpkin, from below, close-up, cowboy shot, looking at viewer, dutch angle, night, orange and violet palette, smoke, bare ears, hair completely unadorned, Shot from below in a slight dutch tilt, a single guy fills the frame from mid-thigh up, looming over the lens with his chin tipped down so his grin is aimed straight at the viewer. His long brown hair is spiked up hard at the crown and left long past the shoulders at the back, one loose strand swinging across his jaw where he has just turned his head into the camera. His heterochromia sits plain to see: the left iris a pale cold blue, the right a warm amber, both catching the jack-o'-lantern light from below in two small hard points. Freckles scatter dense across the bridge of his nose and out over both cheekbones, and the coarse black stitches run visibly over his bare ribs, his throat and the muscle of his left shoulder, the thread pulled tight against the skin so each entry point dimples. A cropped black denim jacket ends high above his navel, worn open, sleeves shoved to the elbows, its collar a thick band of faux fur that brushes his neck and lifts slightly at the edges in the cold. His chest and stomach are bare between the open jacket fronts. Black leather fingerless gloves stop at the knuckles on both hands, and his right hand is hooked by two fingers into the heavy silver chain belt slung low and loose across his hips, the links hanging in a slack loop that catches the light. He is grinning wide, teeth bared, one eyebrow arched higher than the other, a laugh caught on the out-breath. Behind and around him on a rough wooden crate sit carved jack-o'-lanterns with jagged mouths, the nearest one guttering and throwing the only strong light in the frame, a low orange glow from below the camera line; the far edges of the image fall away into violet darkness with a thin drift of smoke through it. His cast shadow climbs the crate face behind him, and the inside of the pumpkins' carved mouths run wet and bright while the wood around them stays dull. The wallet chain hangs dead still where the jacket swings, a small tell of the step he just took. Orange in the pumpkin glow, the fur, the amber eye and the freckles, violet in the shadows, black in the denim, gloves and thread. Mischievous, electric.
Nov 3, 2026 3:58 AM
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