I uploaded this image to my Deviantart account a quite some time ago, maybe it´s a completely nonsense to start a blog when my time to produce new material is very limited right now, however, since this image is in the blog´s title, I think there´s sense in presenting this character and this image in first place.
Noviembre is the name of the girl in the picture; she should be around sixteen in it, which would situate this particular moment in 1912. I hope to make her the main character of a series of novels that I got in my mind, the first of which is already completed. She was born with the idea of being a character with a great sense of justice, acquired in one of the worst ways possible: trough a very early experience of pain and loose. During her childhood, beyond the late nineteenth century, Barcelona, where she lived, was known as “the city of bombs” by the high number of terrorist attacks which took place there. When she was five, one of these attacks caused her to lose the right leg, from that moment on she got to start to understand that the person she would become was meant to be different than the one she would expected to be.
Her way to the future started again when her father took her to the theatre where he worked as chief of stagehands. A place full of talented people, for whom the possible and the impossible doesn´t always obeys strict rules. They gave her a new leg, when her father told her that “what is not fair shouldn´t be accepted” referring the fact that a five years old girl should not remain lame. But these words were what ended up defining her as much as her metallic leg, as they would lead her to be completely intolerant to injustice, to the point of face those who feed in the pain of others or use it as a tool for their purposes, whether they were rapists, murderers, caciques, or even monster and demons.
Her philosophy is simple: You got right to your place in the world; if they try to take it away from you then you defend your position. It doesn´t matter how much strength you have, what matters is what you are ready to defend with it. After all, when the enemy is at the gates and you are lame, run is not an option ;)