I had intended to avoid doing too many 'scenes' which might detract from the character but just didn't feel inspired enough with this woman, so stock burglar she becomes.
It is interesting what one learns about one's subconscious thought processes and concepts. Evidently my internal idea of 'exotic' is New Zealand and dressing gowns...
I liked the concept for this fellow, but not entirely satisfied with the execution. The hands look awkward and of two different sizes, and I don't think his face gives the impression of sunburn so much as 'run over by a bicycle'.
Not particularly happy with this one - some bangles do not a street performer make. Why is she casting magic while juggling one-handed? The cloud is pretty ineffective, and I royally screwed up her left arm. The hand is hideous, and the tattoos were a desperate attempt to cover up the arm's original outlines.