Dipping back into the 90s with this one, folks...technically, even back to the 80s. This was my oldest and dearest character from freshman year of high school all the way up to just before I moved out of California.
This is Louis Fender..."Not 'Loo-ee,' LOUIS, as in 'Lou is gonna beat your ass in if you call me 'LOO-EE' again." I created her as part of a group of "Teenagers From Outer Space" characters loosely based on preview art for a TFOS/Ninja High School crossover that was advertised in the last issue of the NHS mini that never came about. Of course, since my anime experience at the time was limited to "Robotech" and "Battle of The Planets," I had no idea what an anime catgirl typically was like, so Louis ended up...well, the exact opposite of them: she was violent, foul-mouthed, asexual, rude, crude, and full of 'tude. She was what early "gangsta" culture seemed like to a white suburban boy, despite being blonde-haired and blue eyed (later violet, when I went through my online RP phase), and was later described as "a female Lobo" (original Rob Zombie model, not the horrible New52 version). She was every violent impulse of a lifetime of horrific abuse compressed into one 5'6" (6' if you count the ears) orange-furred, pixie-winged ball of barely contained rage, and she was, for my community college years, my most popular creation. In fact, my friend David was planning on sponsoring her as the Security Team mascot for ConFurence '06, a SoCal furry con he was on the planning committee for; he was also going to introduce me "officially" to the furry art community at that convention too.
The week before the convention, he went out for beers with his buddy, who I only knew as "Metalhead"...just a walk to the corner liquor store down the street from where he, his wife, and their kid lived, no big deal. The two of them were found the next morning, handcuffed together and both shot in the head, "execution style"...apparently, they'd been the initiation for a local all-girl gang who'd been making trouble in the area. 20 years later, to my knowledge, the killers are still at large.
Now, with that in mind, take a look at the picture above...you can probably guess at the gut-sinking feeling I felt. Suddenly, my most popular character seemed a tacit endorsement of the type of people who murdered her biggest fan. I drew a picture that I left at the memorial where his body was found of her trademark pistols shoved barrel-first into the ground, along with a note signed by her that said "NO MORE."
It wasn't the end of Louis, though.