[002] No more sickies!
Finally got myself on track again, and I don't feel like I'm going to nod off every thirty minutes or so. To celebrate, have some sim!spam! No cut for you, and no, the pics aren't the same size. Someday, I might be assed to fix this.
This little flavour of the day is one Thaddeus Finch. Roguish gentleman, former World of Warcraft worgen, all around charming scoundrel with a penchant for expensive things and the lack of scruples to get as many of them as he likes. Can be a bit thuggish at times, and has no qualms with breaking a few knees to keep his boss happy - of course, his boss being a beautiful woman in six-inch heels and a pencil skirt tends to add a bit of incentive there.
Took me forever to settle on a hair for him. And I still wish they had actual floofy muttonchops for the Sims. This, however, will do. All the needs now is a Dharum Black cigarette hanging from his lip.
I'd like to think he retained some of that "wolfish" quality, even outside of the setting he was born in. He adapted all too readily to penthouse lofts and the Aston Martin I bought for him, but that lean, predatory essence remains.
GRATUITOUS UNDIE SHOT! Thaddeus may be a hitman and a debt collector by night, but his day job is modelling designer menswear, mostly of the underclothing variety. While not exactly an exhibitionist like some people (I'm looking at you, Fritz), he's confident enough in his body that he doesn't mind his snugly contained package being plastered all over billboards everywhere.
So yeah! Picspam done!