Another little sketch up I did from my recent story, this time of the fat obsessed billionaire and lord of the manor, Ferdinand Ivoire.

Ivoire greatly enjoys his status as one of the rich and powerful, particularly the excess and luxury that comes with having more wealth than he could ever spend. As his hedonistic and lazy lifestyle filled out his figure, he came to view the softness and warmth of his growing layers of flab as a luxury in itself, then to view it as the greatest luxury among them. With his skill at developing neural interfaces, he used his last months of mobility to design a revolutionary mobility cart, just to allow himself to keep gorging and growing. He’s sunken away from the public eye, more concerned with indulging in excess, but he proudly puts his 3/4 ton body on display to any who meet him.

His belief in lard as luxury has turned into borderline worship at this point, and it is now a belief he wants to share, albeit in his own way. He has potential servant hires tested for signs of gluttonous tendencies, and grants those he finds worthy the gift of luxurious flab…whether they want it or not. The reality for these chosen few is quite woeful: stuck in a work environment full of gluttonous temptations, even occasionally obligations, until they struggle to stand, then squirreled away somewhere where they are fattened ever further. An unwanted gift of the most luxurious tomb.

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More art practice, but I’m not really happy with this one. Partially the subject character: the Celica sketch fleshed out my mental image of her and made me want to improve someday to better realize it, but Ivoire as a character does not have that magic. Really, this is just here to establish him, and really more so his mobility tech, as stuff on my main idea shelf to call back to. Worldbuilding, I guess, even if I never intended to have any sort of continuity between my one offs and likely still won’t.