Who are you, for real ? I'm Secco R. I'm in my 20's and I work in an association. I also draw sometimes. I live in Italy, near Roma.
What do you use for art ? A laptop and a wacom intuos. The software I use is photoshop.
Who is your master ? A doctor. He's nice.
What is wrong with you ? A lot. To be more accurate, Master said I have some issues with my brain. Autism, Adhd, things like that. He also mentionned multiple personality disorder and borderline. We don't know for sure, he's not a psychologist. Just so you know, I'm pretty hostile and not fun to chat with if you're not some kind of sadist or masochist.
What happened ? To be short : I was born with shitty parents, neither loved me. When my dad went away, my mom "tried" to raise me and failed miserably. She was a crack, molly and heroin addict, and left her stuff around. I was too young to even imagine what these were for, and I took them. My health (physical and mental one) degraded a lot, I was growing skinnier and weaker, but mentally, I got really violent. I would hit, bite, scratch, yell, throw stuff, and worse, unstoppable. Once I was angry, it took litteral hours until I could be approached. School was hell, no one liked me much, and the staff did nothing. At 14, I was put in a shelter and was directly spotted as an easy to manipulate but violent kid. It was at 19 when Master came to pick me up. I don't know how they find him, perhaps a host parent ? I don't know. I really hated him at first, but slowly warmed up. We're now friends...I think. I'm still fucked up, just slighly less so.
Can you do commissions ? No.
Can we be friends ? Absolutely not.
Can we at least chat ? Try it, I won't promise you a good time.
Can you give us your contacts ? I'm not going to give you my phone number, go haunt for my social medias.
What do you look like ? Why do you ask so much questions ? I don't want friends... But if you want to know, I'm standing at around 164cm, bordering on obese (I was skinny as a teenager and got really fat, once I started to live in a safe and stable home), dirty blond hair and long. I'm not really hairy, no facial hair, I look younger than I am. My teeth ain't great, they're crooked and yellowish, and really damn sharp. Imagine scars all over my body, especially in my inner arm from all the needles I shoved in there.
Huh ? Yeah.
Is there anything you're trying to find ?