Sven Svensson - Head of Strategy [Left Hand] (2014 - 2018)
Toppat Clan Leader (2018 -)
Extended Bio: Son of the famous Swedish inventor Nils Svensson, raised a Toppat. For one reason or another, he's now the Toppat Clan's leader and is eager to get into space, rescue the old leader, and give the position back.
Despite his physical weakness, similar to the current Clan leader, he is a fast thinker and skilled problem solver. Like his father before him, he is skilled with electronics, however, chose the Clan's strategy pathway over engineering.
He was brought into the Clan at 14 and Mr Macbeth became his unofficial-guardian. Little is known about his life before the incident which led Terrence Suave to bringing him into the Toppat Clan. Although, rumour has it he was the one to kill Nils Svensson, not Terrence Suave...
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I had a pretty stressful and miserable day today and I wanted to get some of that stress out. So I asked my little sister for a character to draw, and she said Macbeth son. (She only really knows about the characters from what I've read her of my fic, so hearing her call him that like it's official was quiet hilarious).
He doesn't normally have the hoodie, but I threw it on because it looked cool and needed something to exaggerate the movement :P
I'm thinking I'll do a series of these for all the main characters (instead of bio's maybe, these illustrations are very quick and fun ^^ ).
Leader - Terrence Suave (Age 38) -> Current leader of the Toppat Clan. He's starting to regret his choice of Right Hand.
Right Hand - Reginald Copperbottom (Age 24) -> The clan's youngest Right Hand, and son of the former one. He's not been very impressed by the actions of the clan's new leader.
Head of the Airship Division - Apple Seed (Age 32) -> It takes 185 apple seeds to kill an adult. In the Toppat Clan's Airship division, it only takes one.
Head of the American Division - Danny Danger (Age 29) -> Farther like son, a born leader and jerk. He doesn't like the new Head of Transportation.
Head of the EU Division - Wilhelm Krighaus (Age 54) -> He's the oldest elite and division head in clan history at 19 years. He's looking forward to retirement.
EU Division - Ahnoldt Schwarz (Age 27) -> The future head of the EU division. He's currently learning the ropes from Wilhelm Krighaus.
Head of the Asian Division - Mr Red (Age 41) -> No one knows his real name, but he always wears red, whether that's his own, or that of his division's enemies.
Head of the Oceniana Division - Hōkū (Age 37) -> A vocal member of the Toppat Clans Manipulator community. He got his name for being there to guide his kind in the dark.
Head of Transportation - Mr Macbeth -> Trained by Tim Smith, he joined as the clan's new Head of Transportation. Despite this, the other elites don't like people who jump the ladder of power.
He doesn't like the Head of the American Division.
Head of Communications - April Mayday -> She's in charge of the major comm line, relaying messages between divisions & clan leader.
Head of Finances - Albert Poshley -> He's a descended of one of the original clan founders, funding the Toppat Clan for generations. Needless to say, he's the unofficial head of finances.
Hello folks, I wanted to get you guys some content since it's been a while since I've had any art or writing. So here's some concept art I needed to make for Ch.10 (I bet you can't guess what that chapter is going to be about).
These turned out really nice, and I love how cute young Ahnoldt looks. I'm also very happy with the colour pallets. I did a bit of experimenting, pushing beyond my normal colour choices, and some of these are REALLY good.
This is 13 years before the events of Lost Children, and I also threw the ages of everyone in there since I figured you guys would find that fun :)
He was startled by the ringing of his phone a few inches away. Naomasa grabbed the phone and checked the number. Hmmm what did Chief Tsuragamae need?
He accepted the call with a curt, "Tsukauchi. What can I do for you, Chief Tsuragamae?"
There was a sound of relief on the other end of the phone. Before the Chief asked, "Detective, I am sorry to bother you given what's been happening at home. However this is an emergency and I need your help with something. Where are you?"
Naomasa glanced at Izuku to ensure he was still asleep before he answered, "I'm on my way back to my apartment with, Izuku. Why? What's happening?"
There was a muffled curse from Tsuragamae as he said something to someone on the other end. A reply was given but he couldn't make it out. Worry filled his gut. The Chief wasn't one to call him over something insignificant.
He asked again, "Chief, what is it?"
Izuku tiredly turned about in the seat. He opened one hazy green eye to look at Naomasa. Not fully awake then. Naomasa gave him a smile trying to put him at ease. That had the boy shifting to sit fully up and rub at his eyes tiredly. It made him look much younger than he actually was.
What was supposed to be a fun day at the beach, turns into Julieta and Agustín Madrigal's worst nightmare.
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"As a Parent, what was a scenario that still terrifies you to this day?"
Losing a small child on the beach.
This happened to Agustín and Julieta Madrigal years ago, and to this day, it still shakes them to their core.
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July, 1996
Little Mirabel Madrigal loves the beach. She loves the sand between her toes, the warm sun on her back, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. The salty smell of the ocean air.
But what Mirabel loves most about the beach is going with her family.
Her papá was the first person to take her into the water. Her older sisters, Isabela and Luisa, and her prima, Dolores, taught her how to jump waves. (Mamá or papá had to hold her because she's 'too little'.)
Her primo Camilo is always entertaining. He tortured the poor seagulls one too many times; they finally got back at him. Just as he was about to take a bite of his sandwich, one swooped down and snatched it from him. He ran after the bird screaming and crying.
Mirabel felt kind of bad for laughing.
But there's one thing little Mirabel loves to do more than anything at the beach. Collecting seashells with her mamá. Mirabel loves when her mamá holds her hand, as they walk along the wet sand to find the shells. They have so many different shapes and colors! There's round ones, flat ones, spiky ones, pointy ones, flat ones! The ones that spiral are her favorites! If you press it to your ear, you can hear the ocean! Mirabel also loves looking for sand dollars! They're so pretty, but so hard to find!
So yes, Mirabel Madrigal loves the beach and collecting seashells with her mamá. But there was one problem: when Mirabel became interested in something, she became as quiet as a mouse. If someone turned their back on her, she could easily walk away without anyone knowing. She didn't mean to do it!
But that's exactly what happened one sunny summer day in July of 1996.
I had to get groceries at the store today and River had to come with me. It was a damp day and I was already kinda tired from work so I was really counting on River's cooperation today. "Come on Rivie, we have to go now!" I called from down the stairs. "I'm coming daddy!"
River came rushing downstairs with Rexie in his hand and his jacket halfway dangling off his shoulder. "I'm ready!" I couldn't help but giggle a little. "Honey, lemme fix that for you." I adjusted River's jacket and zipped it up for him. "Okay let's go." We got in the car and went to Giant Eagle to buy a few things for the week. "River what would you like dinner this week?"
"Pasta and lasagna." "Okay, I guess we can get both." I put them in the cart and I saw River grab some cookies from the shelf from the corner of my eye. "Rivie, no cookies this week okay? We have cake mix and brownies already at the house."
"Okay." River gave them to me to put back on the shelf. I got everything I needed and went to the self checkout. I had to take River out of the basket for one minute because he was sitting next to the bread and I didn't want him to smoosh it. But it wasn't till I looked up that River was gone. It felt like I was on a tightrope a million feet in the air trying not to fall. That fight or flight feeling turned my stomach into tight unmerciful knots.
A cold sweat, encased my forehead as I couldn't see River anywhere from the aisles we had previously gone down. Panic erupted in me after 5 minutes of looking for my lost little boy, but still no sight of him anywhere. I knew I had to say something so I alerted the first worker I saw.
"Hi, my son is missing, he's a 4 year old wearing a orange shirt and blue jeans. He's about 4'6," I was choking back tears that were threatening to spill despite my glossy eyes. "Okay, what's his name?"
"River." She nodded and alerted security. My heart was beating out of my chest, my palms were sweaty. I only felt a rush of relief when the worker promised to watch my basket full of groceries if I decided to search some more.
I took her up on the offer and checked every single aisle, practically tearing up the entire supermarket.
"Harry, Mr. Harry styles we have a special present waiting for you at the lost and found." The lady said in the intercom. I zoomed over to the lost and found as fast as I could. I checked the employee at the front desk. "Hello, I'm Harry and you said there was a present waiting?" I said out of breath from racing over to the other side of the store so fast.
The lady smiled and took me back to a waiting area where I saw River sniffling and holding....a package of cookies. I wanted to be furious, but I couldn't but run and smother those little chubby cheeks in kisses. "Oh river! I'm so thankful you're okay." I cried, tears finally releasing themselves from my terrified worries.
River cried into my arms. "I just wanted the cookies....I didn't see you anymore." He sobbed. Poor thing was shaking from fear, which provoked me to hug him tighter. "It's okay daddy's here now. And he's not going to let anything happen to you ever."
"Can we still get the cookies?" He said as I pulled away. I took the cookies and set them aside, warming myself up to rebuke River for the amount of worry he caused. "No. I don't ever want you doing something like this again! Someone could have snatched you! You are very fortunate that there were very nice people trying to help you, I had no idea where you were. Anything could've happened." I said very sternly.
River looked down. "I'm sorry daddy," He said quietly. I sighed. "Let's go." I took River's hand and went over to the lady and our basket. "Thank you very much." I said. "You're welcome. I'm glad you found River."
"Thank you, me too." I plopped River into the basket seat and rolled out of the grocery store, still angry over what happened. This wasn't the end of it when we get home. I took my time putting the bags into the trunk before putting River in the car and buckling him into his carseat. Once I got back from the putting the cart away, I got into the car and drove off not saying a word despite River's constant apologies.
I kept River in the car until after I took all the bags inside the house. Then I took River. I hoisted him up to his room, where I set him on his bed and took a seat across from him. "River....daddy is really upset about what happened at the store today. You ran to get cookies, when you know I want you to stay close to me for a reason."
River looked down clearly ashamed. "I'm sorry daddy." I nodded. I gave River another hug before going back downstairs to put away the groceries. I left River in his room for awhile. He needs to know about stranger danger. And this was a way to teach him.