1 x 1 between Grunt and Bluedragon1200. Name: Darren Jacobs Age: 28 Appearance Eye color: Brown Hair: Dirty blond/light brown in color. Wavy with medium length. General: Darren is tall and very thin. His hair is usually messy and he always sports thick stubble. He doesn't worry about he dresses, usually a t-shirt and jeans on a good day, sometimes pajama pants and an undershirt. Darren held a syringe in his hand, shaking. He looked up at his studio apartment. There were paintings everywhere; he had forgotten what color the walls were. His older ones were colorful and bright, depicting beauty and innocence in the world. Then they started to show hunger, poverty, racism, pain, suffering. They made him famous, how every painting showed skill and talent and the harshness of the world. Then everything became very dark. His subjects and how he painted them made people too uncomfortable. There was only cult following left. He only hungered for one thing, which he held in his hand as he looked for a vein. The tiny prick was nothing. Soon a feeling of euphoria and joy washed over him. The bright colors of the rainbow, splattered around the room, became the colors of the universe and they sang to him. It wasn't as good as the first time. He wanted more; he needed more. The doses became bigger, more often. He tried everything he could find. Even now, Darren had no idea what he just shot into himself or what he had swallowed or how much liqueur he had ingested. There was a knock on the door. Darren stood and stumbled across the bare, hardwood floors. His heart was pounding in his ears, so loud he thought he might go deaf. The world was spinning and not in the way that made him feel good. He opened his mouth and let out a scream of panic and fear, but it felt like nothing came out. He tried to suck in hair, but it felt as if somebody had reached into his chest and clutched his lungs and heart. His brown eyes became wide with fear. This is how it ends, this is how I die. Finally. Darren fell to the floor, body seizing and jerking. His blonde hair covered his face, sticking to his skin, wet with sweat. The door opened. He saw feet moving towards him and then it went black.