2017

In the shadowy corners of forgotten lore, there exists a creature known only as 2017. His presence is a spectacle of vibrant chaos, a living tapestry of colors interwoven with the cold touch of ice. His left arm, a blade of shimmering frost, cuts through the air with a deadly grace, while his right hand, a claw of pure ice, thirsts for the warmth of its next victim. His left eye, a swirling storm of glacial blue, reveals the tormented soul within—a soul that has seen too much and lost everything to the endless winter. Despite his monstrous form, there is a tragic elegance to his existence, as if he is a prisoner of his own power. His movements are a haunting dance, a symphony of ice and despair, as he wanders a world that fears and misunderstands him. 2017 is a being of contradictions, a monster with the heart of a poet, forever longing for a connection that can melt the ice around his heart.